Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Haha, Dabao, I knew you would agree."

Liu Guozheng felt relieved when he heard that Li Dabao agreed.

"However, you can't tell others that it's a part-time job, just say you're helping out."

"Brother Zheng, don't worry, I understand this."

No matter what era, you should not speak carelessly. If someone with ulterior motives hears it, it will bring serious consequences, from being criticized and paraded through the streets to being punished with a single punishment. There are too many cases in later generations where a person who said something wrong either lost his wife and children or lost his reputation and became infamous.

"By the way, if you don't go back for a long time, there won't be any problems at home, right?"

This point still needs to be asked. After all, staying in the village all the time can easily cause family conflicts among other people.

"My parents are gone, so I'm taking over the job of being a father."

"If I hadn't met Brother Zheng, I might have lost my job."

It was really sad to think that if he failed to complete the task this month, Li Dabao would be demoted to an apprentice, or transferred to a warehouse to carry heavy bags. These were not what Li Dabao wanted to see, which was why he raised the price to one yuan last time.

"Dabao, work hard. I can't say for sure that you can do more, but it won't be a problem for you to complete the task every month."

Patting Li Dabao on the shoulder, Liu Guozheng encouraged him.

"Well, thank you, Brother Zheng."

Although they both got what they wanted, Li Dabao was still very grateful to Liu Guozheng in his heart.

"Dabao, go and see if the coal stove is ready."

The two of them naturally talked behind the backs of others, mainly Wang Fugui and the other three. After all, they were not from their village, and some things certainly could not be said in front of them, in case they had other ideas.

"Li Dabao, can you let me play with your gun?"

Before the two of them could go over, Erleng ran over.

"Uh... Erlang, how did you know I was carrying a gun?"

Li Dabao was stunned. He had always kept the gun on his waist. He had never told anyone about it, let alone taken it out to show off. How did Erleng know about it?

"There's a bulge on the right side of the waist. It's not a gun, what is it?"

After hearing what Erlang said, Liu Guozheng noticed that Li Dabao really came out with a gun.

But these are all basic operations. People like drivers and buyers who need to go out frequently need to carry guns for self-defense, otherwise you will be robbed.

In that era, the management of guns was relatively relaxed. Not to mention the public security police, but also cadres at the city and county levels and above rank of section chief, couriers, communicators and guards of major government agencies, as well as militia organizations at all levels, state-owned factories, shops, and some relevant personnel in schools were allowed to carry guns after approval.

However, when carrying a gun, you must also carry a gun license issued by the government.

Liu Guozheng hadn't expected that Erlang had a special liking for guns. He almost caused a misunderstanding when the textile factory came to deliver the goods in the morning. No wonder people often say that every man has a shooting dream.

"Erlang, have you ever shot a gun? You can't just play with this thing casually."

Are you kidding me? You can only play with this thing casually? I haven't shot many times. It was only after I brought back two pigs that I was qualified to carry a gun. This is a box gun that I don't know how many times I've used it, and it only has 10 rounds of ammunition. When I came out, the section chief specifically told me not to use it unless I had to. If I lose a bullet, I have to write a lot of reports and accept investigations. The procedures are very troublesome.

Er Leng touched his bald head and said embarrassedly: "No."

Liu Guozheng was really afraid that Erlang would directly say: I have shot a "pistol."

"Don't make trouble, Erlang. When our village sets up a militia company, are you still afraid that you won't be able to play with guns?"

Although he did not know the specific management methods of guns, Liu Guozheng knew that each production brigade under the commune had a militia company and they also had to undergo regular training. This was an era in which everyone was a soldier.

It seems that by 1960, due to the severity of the international situation, the country will issue a large number of guns to arm the militia. Only then can the whole nation truly become a soldier.

"How long will it take?"

Although he was somewhat unwilling, he was obedient and stopped clamoring to play with the gun.

Liu Guozheng said perfunctorily: "Soon."

"Okay then, Brother Zheng, I will definitely join the militia when the time comes."

"Row."

Hearing this, Li Dabao also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Erlang would continue to pester him.

"Erlang, is the coal stove ready?"

Let's just change the subject so that he won't keep focusing on the gun.

"It's ready, Brother Zheng, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Oh boy, I stopped paying attention to the gun and started thinking about what to eat in the evening.

"Let's go and see if the coal stove is ready."

.............

Seeing Liu Guozheng coming over, Wang Fugui hurriedly said, "Boss, the coal stove is ready."

"Then light it and try."

"Ok."

After agreeing, Wang Fugui immediately took action.

"Erlang, Dabao, go to the west mountain and bring that big bluestone over here."

If there is no cement or tiles, using large bluestone slabs as the workbench is the best choice. It is clean and easy to clean.

"Third brother, go get some big lumps of coal."

Those five tons of coal are not all coal powder, there are still a lot of coal lumps, there is no need to crush them, you can use them directly.

Liu Guozheng himself mixes the coal (that is, makes coal blocks). First, he crushes the small particles that are not suitable for direct use or directly breaks them up with a shovel, then adds a certain amount of loess (which plays a bonding role, the amount cannot be too large, and of course it also needs to be broken up), mixes it with an appropriate amount of water, finds an open space, spreads it into coal cakes, and waits for it to dry before using it directly.

"Guozheng, I didn't expect you to be able to do this."

Old Yang looked very surprised. After all, people in rural areas have to collect firewood to cook, and few families can afford coal, let alone make briquettes with coal.

"Hey, I saw someone else do it before, so I remembered it."

"I'm just trying this out to see how much loess is appropriate."

Liu Guozheng had actually done this job before, not in his previous life, but before he traveled through time. As a typical rural kid born in the 1980s, he had done most of the jobs.

Yang Youde said: "Four to one, four parts coal, one part loess, this ratio is the best."

"is it?"

Liu Guozheng really doesn't know how much to use exactly, he just goes by his feeling.

"Yes, I have tried it."

"Too much soil makes it hard to burn, and too little soil makes it less sticky and easy to break."

Yang Youde said with certainty.

"Okay, let's use this ratio. From now on, this job will be handed over to Erlang and Laosan."

From the perspective of life experience, the experiences of our predecessors are basically correct and have stood the test of time.

Yang Youde suggested: "Guozheng, it's better to build a shed. It would be a pity if it rains and the coal dust is washed away."

"Well, after we finish building these houses, we will start building the restaurant and warehouse if the weather permits."

Liu Guozheng had already thought about these things, and warehouses and canteens were subsequently put on the agenda.

"Brother Zheng, Dabao said he brought some wine today."

Erleng is back.

"Yes, let's drink tonight."

"it is good."