With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In the conference room of the Provincial Transportation Department, all the transporters were present, and Xue Ming listened quietly to their complaints.

"Principal, the Revolutionary Committee only gives us 10 yuan a month, which is too little."

"Yes, principal, my wife's place also has a holiday, and they give her 20 yuan a month."

"This little money is not enough for my family to eat. Principal, please think of a way."

The conference room was in chaos, and those who lived on wages were all agitated.

For example, Wang Xianbang and other older batch of transport workers are basically from the working class.

But second-generation officials like Hong Minglei are very calm and can easily grow old at home.

And most of them are not married. If one person has enough food, the whole family will not be hungry, and 10 yuan is enough for one person's expenses.

Niu Guoxing began to slap the table, and after more than a dozen times, the scene finally became quiet.

He stood up and said loudly: "Brothers, the person who is going to deal with us is Shen Xiaoli. She is in the spotlight now, and the principal has to avoid his edge.

You may not know that Shen Xiaoli was crazy about the principal a few days ago. "

The conference room was silent, and all eyes were focused on Xue Ming and Shen Dongsheng.

Xue Ming is the spiritual support of the transportation department, and he is considered an outstanding person in the hearts of the transportation personnel. Unexpectedly, an outstanding person is also targeted by Shen Xiaoli.

Niu Guoxing continued: "Brothers, Shen Xiaoli first deducted sister-in-law Zhao Xue's salary and didn't give her a penny.

Then I fired my lover and mother-in-law from the department store, and three of my children from Hongxing Elementary School..."

"Cough, cough." Xue Ming coughed twice, lowered his head and continued reading today's People's Daily.

Niu Guoxing's neck felt cold and he wanted to give himself a slap in the face. How could he call the wise and powerful principal a rookie?

So he hurriedly paid tribute to the principal: "But the principal is not a vegetarian. After some open and covert fighting, my wife and mother-in-law resumed their work, and my brother-in-law also went to school."

Hong Minglei was a little impatient and stood up to interrupt him: "Guoxing, why are you talking about this? What do you want to express?"

Niu Guoxing glared at him and said, "I mean, Shen Xiaoli has too much power. The principal also wants everyone to go to work and get paid, but his arms can't twist his thighs."

The air became quiet, the conference room was silent, and everyone began to sigh.

They wanted Xue Ming to make the decision for them, but they didn't expect that Xue Ming, the Clay Bodhisattva, could not save himself when crossing the river.

Xue Ming did not express any opinions and calmly read today's People's Daily. The headline on the front page was a very funny editorial.

The two superpowers in East Asia have completely fallen out, and the "big brother" in the north has issued a nuclear threat to the man's little brother.

That is to first wash the ground with atomic bombs, and then use a torrent of steel composed of tanks and armored vehicles to push it all the way from north to south.

If the nuclear threat really breaks out, Xue Ming estimates that the entire north will not be able to bear it and will have no choice but to retreat south to the hilly and mountainous areas and use the terrain advantages to resist the torrent of steel.

But he is a soul from the future world. He knows that the war has not started, but people in the present do not know.

Wang Xianbang stood up and asked weakly: "Brother Ninth, is there really nothing we can do?"

"Why are you so anxious?" Xue Ming put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at his transporters.

They all looked worried.

Xue Ming chuckled, handed the People's Daily to Niu Guoxing beside him, pointed to the front page headline and said: "Read this article to everyone."

Niu Guoxing looked at the headline editorial and felt a little confused. Seeing his uncle's unkind expression, he hurriedly recited it loudly.

The transporters were also confused. Some had read today's newspaper and some had not.

After Niu Guoxing finished reading the newspaper, the conference room was very quiet, and everyone looked at Xue Ming.

"Our huge country will be nicknamed a rabbit starting from this year, which is quite interesting."

Xue Ming picked up today's People's Daily and stood up from his chair: "In the days to come, we may not have money, but we will definitely have no worries about food.

You can continue with the meeting and understand my words carefully. I will come over to ask questions in half an hour. "

Xue Ming looked at his watch, strode out of the conference room, came to the office, locked the door and entered the space.

Read today's newspaper carefully, lie down on the bed and get ready for sleep: "Haha, I'm going to turn into a rabbit soon."

Here, the conference room was in a mess, and the transporters were discussing in a hurry.

"Brother Xianbang, what do you mean by the principal? Why do you say that our country will soon turn into a rabbit?"

"How do I know? But the principal never says anything uncertain. He said we won't be hungry, so we definitely won't be hungry."

"Brother Xianbang, why did the principal say that we will turn into rabbits? If we want to change, we have to turn into tigers and lions."

"Hey, he said rabbits are just rabbits. Rabbits are very cunning. You can't catch them even if you want to."

Pedestrians talked a lot, but they couldn't understand what Xue Ming meant.

Wang Sanhuai, the youngest transporter in the transport department who had always been taciturn, suddenly said: "I understand."

The air suddenly became quiet, and Wang Xianbang rolled his eyes: "If you fart, just let it go. What are you fussing about?"

Wang Sanhuai was a little embarrassed and said weakly: "My grandfather is a veteran soldier. He also read today's newspaper and chatted with me a few words in the morning.

He said that if the furry bears are going to throw atomic bombs at us, we can't sit still and wait for death. The best way to deal with it is to dig air-raid shelters.

When the bears throw atomic bombs, we hide in the air-raid shelters. When the bears come up, we come out of the holes and beat them. "

The conference room was eerily quiet. Everyone was staring at Wang Sanhuai, making his scalp numb.

Suddenly, Wang Xianbang slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "Yes, that's right, our principal is indeed far-sighted."

He strode up to the rostrum and said at the top of his lungs: "The atomic bomb explosion is very powerful, and many large air-raid shelters must be dug.

What to do with the excavated soil? Of course, trucks and transporters are indispensable. So when it comes time to dig holes, we must be the main force transporting earth and rocks.

The provincial capital may not give us more wages, but it will not make us hungry. If you don’t have a full meal, how can you have the strength to drive, right? "

"Yes! That's right!" Some smart people immediately clapped.

Gradually, those stupid people also understood.

Rabbits are best at digging holes. We all dig air-raid shelters, but we are just rabbits.

Everyone laughed. At this moment, they finally understood what Xue Ming meant, and each one laughed happier than the other.

These days, it doesn't matter whether you have money or not. As long as you don't starve, everything else doesn't matter.

In the space, Xue Ming had woken up. He opened the God's perspective to look at the conference room and saw cheerful faces.

"Damn, they are quite smart, then I will continue to sleep."