"No, the construction team in the village cannot do without me. You don't know what their old village chief told me when I came back, telling me to go back as soon as possible after the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
Lao Zhou just didn't want to return the piece of writing. It is said that the rumors had passed for a long time. The neighbors had stopped talking about the Zhou family's affairs for a long time, but Lao Zhou himself still cared about it.
"Okay, then why can't the village chief leave you? Don't you have an idea in your mind? Hiring a small laborer costs three to five yuan a day. Although you, an eighth-level bricklayer, are a little older, you only need one yuan a month.
A salary of 100 yuan. How can the village chief not like you who work a lot and receive a small amount of money?"
If someone is willing to work like this, how can capitalists be unwilling to exploit them?
Even if it's cold in winter and it's not suitable for major construction work, Zhou Zhigang can still find some other piecemeal work for Zhou Zhigang to do.
After all, Zhou Zhigang has been working on construction sites for half his life. In addition to professional bricklaying, he can also handle other tasks on construction sites.
"Zhou Bingkun, why have you become such a philistine now? You always talk about money. If you don't have money, you won't work or contribute." Zhou Zhigang said with a heartbroken look.
"Then you can also find a public place to donate. Now you are dedicating to the village. What kind of contribution is it to help other village chiefs get rich personally?"
Zhou Bingkun said disdainfully that what Lao Zhou did was equivalent to what he despised the most. He went to work for the capitalists and had a Mao contribution.
"Pah!" Zhou Zhigang slapped the round table angrily: "Zhou Bingkun, is this how you talk to your father?"
If there was no compromise due to the identity of father and son, Zhou Zhigang, an old man, would not be able to do anything against Zhou Bingkun.
Whether it was a quarrel with Lai Wen or a move with Lai Wu, Lao Zhou was actually unable to do anything and could only be incompetent and furious.
"No matter how you talk, you can't tell the truth to your own father, right?" Zhou Bingkun replied.
Seeing Lao Zhou huffing and puffing in anger, panting like a bellows, and looking like he was about to have a seizure, Li Suhua hurriedly stopped Zhou Bingkun: "Bingkun, can you please stop talking."
Lao Zhou was not willing to accompany Li Suhua, so Li Suhua had to help Lao Zhou talk.
There really is no age difference. As long as the relationship between the two parties is in a state of serious imbalance in which one party gives unconditionally and the other party does not care or care, it will be difficult to deal with it.
Li Suhua is all about Zhou Zhigang, and Zhou Zhigang is all about himself and face, which is even more difficult to deal with.
"Okay, I won't say it anymore. Anyway, you all understand what I mean." Zhou Bingkun looked at Zhou Bingyi and said.
His eyes signaled to Zhou Bingyi that if he didn't want the two of them to accompany Li Suhua as a couple, it was time to go.
"Dad, you are not young now, and the work on the construction site is not easy to do. It is really not suitable for you to do it for many years. If you really can't stay idle, you can work for a while or rest at home for a while.
.Dad, how about you rest at home more in the future?"
After Zhou Zhigang calmed down a little, Zhou Bingyi continued.
"Yeah." Lao Zhou nodded reluctantly.
Zhou Bingyi spoke more forcefully to Zhou Zhigang than Zhou Bingkun did.
Lao Zhou was very good at respecting the people he decided to talk to in the Zhou family.
Zhou Bingkun will be 40 in two years, but he is still nothing to Lao Zhou.
"Then let's end this matter. If the money, even if it is Mom's expenses this year, is not enough, you can inform me again and I will make up for it."
Zhou Bingkun took out a bunch of money from his bag, pulled out a piece worth two to three thousand yuan, and slapped it on the round table.
It's enough to let these people take a look. They definitely can't throw them all on the table and let Zhou Rong suck their blood away.
Zhou Bingyi is a man who has seen money and can turn a blind eye to it.
But for the remaining three people, it won't work. Even 10,000 yuan will have an impact on all three people.
Although households worth ten thousand yuan are not as boastful as before, they are definitely not that common.
"Bingkun, you three work the same way, why are you so rich? You can't make any mistakes at work, right?" Li Suhua's concern is a little different from others.
"What mistake did I make? There are no mistakes to make in our kind of research institute, Qingshui Yamen."
In this era, such units are quite poor. Unlike in the future, when the country has money, it can apply for large sums of funds to casually engage in some projects.
"Isn't it just a few bad money? What's so great about it?" Zhou Rong said with jealousy and panting.
As a self-confessed cultural person, Zhou Rong does not pursue money, but only pursues a better quality of life.
"It's really nothing special. Once you have money, you can just buy a house without having to squeeze into the office building. I don't know what else I can buy for the rest, and I can't spend it even if I want to. I can make enough money by using some spare time after get off work. There’s no end to the flowers.”
Zhou Bingkun pretended to be calm and calm.
"Bingkun, are you leaving?" Only Zhou Bingyi was paying attention. After Zhou Bingkun stood up, he didn't sit down and was about to leave.
"Let's go. The only thing left is how to arrange the time to accompany you. It has nothing to do with me. You can just discuss it yourself."
Just run away if you don't have anything to do. It's definitely a wise saying, just follow it.
After leaving Lao Zhou's house, Zhou Bingkun didn't even take a ride, but strolled to Taiping Hutong.
Zhou Bingkun has not walked this road for many years, and now that he is walking down it, the road is even more tortuous.
Maybe a road that used to be passable will now be inaccessible.
After arriving, I asked several neighbors and found Zheng Juan, her children and Guangming at the neighbor's house.
After chatting with her for a while and remembering Aunt Zheng for a while, we left Taiping Hutong.
"Bingkun, the Zheng family's house in Taiping Hutong needs some repairs."
After coming out, Zheng Juan said to Zhou Bingkun that although the house had always had tenants, it was too old and dilapidated.
After all, we are renting a house, and the tenants must make do with the repairs they can make to the house.
"This house needs major repairs. I will communicate with the tenants later and charge less rent next year. When the weather warms up, I will let them tidy up the house."
Zhou Bingkun has always thought about the Zheng family's house. It was always Zheng Juan and Guangming's longing for home.
When Zhou Bingkun came back to Jichun this time, he originally had the idea of maintaining the Zheng family's house and tidying up Aunt Zheng's cemetery.
When they returned to Jichun this time, Zhou Bingkun and his family did not stay too long. They were busy with business and meeting friends. After the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Bingkun and his family returned to the capital.
It is true that Zhou Bingkun will not be able to stay in Jichun for too long, as the hardware facilities of the nuclear power plant are completed.
The next step is the trial operation of the nuclear power plant, which has reached a critical period.
Zhou Bingkun couldn't even stay in the capital, so he had to go directly to the nuclear power plant for a business trip.
The research institute and the power plant have been working together for half a year. With the successful trial operation of the nuclear power plant, this kind of work is finally over.
After Zhou Bingkun graduated, the first big project he participated in has finally come to fruition.
After the project is successful, there will naturally be rewards based on merit.
Zhou Bingkun has made considerable contributions, and naturally he has the qualifications to independently set up a laboratory and research topics.
Due to various reorganizations in the power sector, the changes have been huge, and reforms will continue in the next few years.
If you take the administrative route, there will be many changes, which means there are many opportunities for promotion.
But when doing research, it is still a bit troublesome to have the boss change every day.
Zhou Bingkun still chose to go back to school, cooperate with the school, and engage in research.
The school is indeed a good place for research.
The environment is stable and there are many research talents of all kinds. No matter where you encounter difficulties, it is not difficult to find foreign support.
Of course, when you go back to school, you can't just enjoy the benefits, but you also have to contribute to the school.
Teaching students is unavoidable. Not only taking big classes, but also teaching graduate students to the school.
Education and educating people can only be said to be incidental. Zhou Bingkun tried his best to shirk it, which is equivalent to a mere name.
Zhou Bingkun's goal is to achieve some results as soon as possible and wait until the academician selection begins to be elected as an academician as soon as possible.
With hard honors, others can intuitively compare that Zhou Bingkun is more accomplished than Zhou Bingyi in this life.
It must be completed before the age of sixty, and try to be elected before the age of fifty.
The difficulty is still quite high. Without some world-leading breakthrough progress, it would be impossible.
So Zhou Bingkun plunged into the work. Even if he knew the results and the future development direction, it was quite difficult to verify a process.
Therefore, after returning to the capital, Zhou Bingkun did not return to Jichun for more than two years.
Time came directly to the autumn of 1992. Zhou Bingkun came home from get off work and saw Zheng Juan in a hurry.
"Bingkun, brother called home."
"Just make a phone call. He doesn't make a few calls a year."
Nowadays, Zhou Bingkun doesn't like to disturb, and he really has no interest in the big mobile phones of this era. Although Big Brother has been popular for three or four years, Zhou Bingkun has not bought one, so Zhou Bingyi still calls Zhou Bingkun's home landline.
"My brother called me and said that my father had a cerebral infarction and was in the hospital. The situation was very dangerous. He told us to go back, otherwise we might not see each other for the last time."
"Okay, I understand, I'll call my brother back." Zhou Bingkun said with a somewhat complicated mood.
Zhou Bingkun called Zhou Bingyi's office number, called Hao's home number, and finally asked for Hao Dongmei's office number.
I called Hao Dongmei's office and asked someone to help call someone, and then I notified Zhou Bingyi.
"How is the old man's condition?"
"It's quite dangerous. You may not be able to survive it."
"Is the situation stable? If the situation is stable, please send people to the capital to have a look."
"I don't know what's going on."
"Then you ask your sister-in-law and ask someone to ask if the old man's situation will be better if he is sent to the capital for treatment."
"Then I'll get back to you after I ask you clearly."
After thinking about it, Zhou Bingkun still couldn't do it and watched Zhou Zhigang die.
I gave Zhou Bingyi the best advice I could give.
To be honest, the gap between the medical standards in Jichun and Beijing is quite big.
Whether it is in terms of hardware or software, there are differences.
In this era, the transportation and economic conditions are not as good as they will be in the future. When encountering an emergency, most doctors will not pay much attention and recommend patients to go elsewhere for treatment.
Ordinary families do not have the ability to send emergency patients to other places for treatment.
After all, it is not a chronic disease and there is plenty of time.
"Bingkun, you don't have to come back now, we're sending dad to the capital."
After waiting for half an hour, Zhou Bingyi called back. It seemed that there was still hope for Lao Zhou to be rescued. Whether he could be saved or not depended on Lao Zhou's life.
Anyway, what Zhou Bingkun remembers is that in the original drama, Zhou got sick once and then died immediately.
"Okay, then I will wait for you to come in the capital. I will contact the hospital and doctors and wait for you to come."
Zhou Bingyi is no longer the secretary of the military factory, but is already the deputy mayor of Jichun.
Now that he does not rely on the Hao family, Zhou Bingyi himself is quite energetic in Jichun.
Although Lao Zhou's situation is definitely not suitable for flying, it is not difficult to arrange the earliest and fastest sleeper berth on the train.
It has long been a market economy. It is not the time before when Zhou Bingyi could sit on a sleeper berth and still need help from the Hao family.
The next day, Zhou Bingkun also asked for leave, and first contacted the hospital beds and doctors.
Then in the afternoon, I drove to the train station to pick someone up.
The people who came to the capital were quite complete, including Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, and even Li Suhua came with them, as well as a doctor invited by Zhou Bingyi to take care of old Zhou on the train.
"Bingkun."
"Get in the car first, let's go to the hospital as soon as possible." Zhou Bingkun led a few people to the parking place.
Then the choice came, and Zhou Bingkun drove a Santana, which could only seat five people at most.
Zhou Bingyi was carrying Lao Zhou on his back. As an important coolie, he must sit on it.
The doctor is a customer who comes to help, so he must be involved. Li Suhua is an old lady, and she cannot act alone.
"Zhou Rong, there is no room in the car and there are too many people. You should find your own way to the hospital. You are familiar with this place in the capital. To be honest, Old Feng is from the capital."
After giving an address, Zhou Bingkun left Zhou Rong and his wife behind and set off first.
It's really because of limited conditions. It's not Zhou Bingkun, but at this point, he's still targeting Zhou Rong.
After that, I was busy all the time, waiting to send Zhou Zhigang to the operating room, and then Zhou Bingkun started to work hard again.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on? Wasn't the old man moving bricks on the construction site a few days ago?"
No matter what, Zhou Bingkun always needs to know what the process is like.
Li Suhua was completely distracted and would not reply. Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng looked at each other and had nothing to say. The only one who could reply to Zhou Bingkun was Zhou Bingyi:
"I'm not sure. I wasn't around when dad passed out. What happened? How did dad get sick?"
It had been more than a day, and Zhou Bingyi didn't know what he was busy with. Zhou Bingyi didn't even figure out why old Zhou became like this.