Rebirth in 1970: I work as an educated youth in a forest farm

After all the busy work was done, Sheng Liancheng and his wife were thinking about home, so Sheng Xiping drove his parents and Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi back to the forest farm.

Nothing happened this time. Sheng Xiping went to the farm to have a look and discussed with Liu Yujiang the daily management and future development of the farm.

The breeding farm is some distance away from the village, and no idlers are allowed to pass by on weekdays. All staff must change clothes and disinfect before feeding the animals.

In terms of epidemic prevention, we must be cautious. If we don't do it right, all the hard work will be in vain.

Developing the breeding industry is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It must be done step by step slowly and not in a hurry.

Sheng Xiping and Liu Yujiang knew this very well.

"Brother, if we work hard, the breeding farm will definitely have a bright future. Believe me, it's definitely true."

Sheng Xiping has other plans for the future of the farm, but it's hard to say too much right now.

"That's for sure. Could my brother's idea be any worse?" Liu Yujiang hugged Sheng Xiping and laughed.

It was rare for Sheng Xiping to go back to the forest farm, so he had to go find Zheng Xianyong. He gave some things to everyone in the farm and the commuter bus driver, and thanked them for the car.

In the evening, Zhang Shuzhen cooked some delicious dishes and called the Liu family and Zheng Xianyong to her house for a drink.

At the wine table, Zheng Xianyong suddenly mentioned that he wanted his youngest son to follow Sheng Xiping and go out for a living.

The eldest of Zheng Xianyong’s two sons, Zheng Xing, is one year older than Sheng Xikang. He was recruited as a migrant worker in the past few years and is now a chainsaw operator.

The second eldest child, Zheng Hua, was a classmate of Sheng Yunfang. He had a bad chance of recruiting all migrant workers, but instead recruited agricultural and forestry workers.

Agricultural and forestry workers, as the name suggests, not only do forestry work, but also agricultural work.

Just like those educated youths like Sheng Xiping and others back then, they farmed the land and vegetables in spring and summer, and went up to the mountains to cut trees in winter.

Zheng Xianyong felt sorry for his child, so he arranged for his youngest son to work in a processing factory. He thought about letting him train for a few years and then make him the director of the processing factory.

The processing plant of Qianchuan Forestry Farm was led by Sheng Xiping in the past few years and has achieved good results.

Sheng Xiping resigned and went to the south to work. The processing plant lacked a person who could really take charge. It couldn't take new orders, so it relied on the old orders to survive. Anyway, it was a place that couldn't survive even if it didn't starve to death.

Even so, jobs in processing plants are considered lucrative by many people.

There is no other way. There are many unemployed young people in the forestry farm. Last year, a large number of agricultural and forestry workers were recruited.

Compared with the work of the agricultural team, the processing factory is a better place. Many people squeeze into the processing factory without breaking their heads.

"Isn't that right? The efficiency of the processing plant is average, and there are not so many people in the factory.

If large collectives want to develop Bangchui, they will allocate agricultural and forestry workers to work in the fields. The second child didn't want to go to the field and kept nagging me all day long.

I was thinking, otherwise, let him follow you and don't care about anything, it's better than going to farm the land and grow sticks. "Zheng Xianyong sighed as he spoke.

The leader in charge of the large group at Qianchuan Forestry Farm felt that planting ginseng was beneficial, so he took a loan from the bureau and approved a piece of ginseng land at Baldingzi's end to develop the ginseng planting industry.

Therefore, all the agricultural and forestry workers in the field must be transferred to do ginseng work.

Zheng Xianyong is an honest man who also cares about his face. All the farmers and forestry workers in the forest farm have gone to work in the fields. If he keeps his youngest son in the processing factory, he is afraid that others will poke his spine.

So Zheng Xianyong mobilized his second son and asked him to work in the field first, and then think of other ways when he had the opportunity.

Zheng Hua is twenty-two this year. He is young and energetic. He always feels that after graduating from high school, he ends up going to farm the land and grow sticks. He is unwilling to do so.

In addition, Sheng Xiping took Wang Jianshe and others to go south and made a lot of money. Zheng Hua was also jealous.

So I repeatedly told my parents that I wanted to quit my job in the factory and join Sheng Xiping.

Zheng Xianyong and his wife are naturally unhappy. No matter how poorly treated farmers and forestry workers are, they are still workers.

Sheng Xiping makes money as an individual. At the moment, making some money seems to be prosperous, but in the long run, workers will still be popular.

When you are a worker, you have an employer to take care of you, and you have to retire when you get old. Who can you count on when you are an individual?

But they couldn't stand Zheng Hua's nagging all day long. Zheng Xianyong and his wife were annoyed by their son's nagging.

In addition, this time the Sheng family held a happy event, Zheng Xianyong's eyes were opened, and his original concept was shaken.

Just when Sheng Xiping came back, Zheng Xianyong brought up the matter with wine to cover his face.

"Uncle, I bought a large piece of land north of Songjianghe Railway Station and plan to build a comprehensive wood processing plant.

The current initial idea is to include furniture workshops, various plate workshops, sanitary chopsticks and popsicle workshops.

If Xiaohua really doesn't want to work in the forest farm, ask him if he would be willing to work in my factory? "

What Sheng Xiping wants to build is a comprehensive wood processing plant, not a single product, but a comprehensive utilization of wood.

The factory occupies a large area. Sheng Xiping asked people from Lin Jian Design Institute to draw the planning drawings. Currently, several workshops have been planned.

After a while, the factory will break ground and it is estimated that it will be put into production next year at the earliest.

Such a large factory requires a lot of workers alone, not to mention management.

Sheng Xiping is alone and does not have eight hands. There must be someone familiar with wood processing to take charge of the workshop management.

Before coming back, Sheng Xiping had already sent his two cousins ​​to work as apprentices in the composite board factory and the fiberboard factory respectively.

The salary was paid by Sheng Xiping, and the two of them mainly went there to learn related technologies. They did not seek to be proficient, but they at least knew some production links.

If there is an opportunity in the future, Sheng Xiping also plans to send them out to learn new technologies.

There was no way, his younger brothers all had their own jobs and futures, and Sheng Xiping was reluctant to let them leave their good jobs and come back.

Then you can only train others. Cousins ​​are no better than outsiders.

Zheng Xianyong has a good relationship with the Sheng family, and Sheng Xiping has caused trouble to them in recent years.

Zheng Hua could be considered to have grown up under Sheng Xiping's watch, and he had a good impression of the child.

Anyway, we are short of manpower, so who should we use?

After all, Zheng Hua had been working in a forestry farm since he was a child, and had worked in a processing factory for a while, so he had some foundation, which was better than that of Sheng Xiwen and the others.

"Hey, that's good, I'll tell him later and ask for his opinion.

Xiping, you are such a righteous kid, you are so funny, you didn’t ruin your uncle’s face. Come, uncle Jingyou. "

When Zheng Xianyong heard this, he was very happy and had to drag Sheng Xiping to toast him.

"No, no, uncle, how can I make you respect me? It's me who should respect you. I've troubled you a lot in the past few years."

Sheng Xiping quickly held the wine glass in both hands, touched it with Zheng Xianyong, and drank it in one gulp.

Everyone drank at Sheng's house until almost eight o'clock, and then they dispersed.

Zheng Xianyong drank a lot and wandered home.

As soon as he entered the door, he pointed at his youngest son's nose and cursed, "Little brat, I get so angry every day because of you that I have to lower my face to beg for you."