Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

Qin Dazhuang finally reminded everyone to check their food and money. It would be a day's journey and there wouldn't be restaurants or shops everywhere on the road to provide supplies. If you don't bring any, you'll starve. You'll have a hard time on the journey.

This is what is called a poor family but a rich road. Although it takes one day to go from Qinjia Village to Sijiucheng, but now everyone is not very rich and has no money. On the road, it really fits the saying "Lost on the Journey".

The journey today was unexpectedly smooth, except that Qin Xiaobao couldn't stand it halfway through the journey, so his father Qin Dazhuang gave him some help and he rode his seventh grandfather's ox cart to Sijiu City.

This little guy had fallen asleep when we arrived at Sijiu City. He looked really tired. The dirt road at that time, plus the bullock cart without any shock absorption, he really fell asleep. He must be a tough guy.

Liu Ping'an and his companions entered the city through Fucheng Gate, which was used for coal cars before liberation. The largest fuel market in the city in winter was near this gate. Of course, now that liberation has taken place, the trains at the railway station have taken on this historical mission.

Of course, it has now become a normal entrance and exit. During the day, many small vendors set up stalls here to sell their wares. Seeing the bustling streets, the people of Qinjia Village who are entering the city are envious, and they fantasize about living here. This is not the first time they have thought about it. Every year when they enter the city, they always have this unrealistic fantasy. But after going home to sleep tonight, they will continue their lives in Qinjia Village tomorrow. They have been living like this for decades, and they will live in their own Qinjia Village for decades to come. Although this city is prosperous, there is no place for them to stay.

Qin Dazhuang thought so too, and a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes. Everyone has the right to pursue a good life, but not everyone can get the life they want. His life is tied to Qinjia Village, and he can't leave it. He has already accepted his fate.

But his three sons are different. The eldest and the second son have already gone out. Especially the eldest son, who is a student of a technical secondary school. I dare not say how far away he is. He was the only one in Qinjia Village who passed the exam. The second son will also take the college entrance examination next year. Even if he fails now, he is still a high school student. The school will assign him a job, so he does not need to worry about him anymore.

What's giving me a headache right now is that my youngest son, who relies on the old lady's love, doesn't study hard. I really can't do anything about him. I hope this trip to the city can bring him some changes! After returning home, I can focus on studying. At this moment, studying is the only way to change my son's future; of course, joining the army is not impossible, but which father wants his son to go to the battlefield?

My requirements are not high. I just want to go to high school like my second brother. If that is the case, when I am buried in the future, the hardest part to suppress will definitely be the corners of my mouth - in other words, even if I die, I will die happy.

As a father, doesn't he hope that his son will have a bright future all his life?

It was lunchtime, and everyone was drooling at the sight of the steaming food in the restaurants around them and the various snack stalls on the street. But no one took out money to buy something to satisfy their appetite, because they didn't have meal tickets, and they just couldn't bear to spend the money.

In the end, I could only silently take out the cornmeal cakes that I had made in advance at home, and make do with the pickled cabbage. After finishing today's work, everyone will go back and have a good meal (the kind that will fill you up, I dare not think about eating well).

This place is just at the east and west ends of the steel rolling mill in Dongzhimen, so we still have some time to leave.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when Liu Ping'an brought everyone to the steel mill. Although it was not the first time they came, the security guard still sighed every time he saw them.

It was Wang Dayong who had brought him to report. He was a retired soldier. He was also assigned to Sijiu City alone, just like Liu Ping'an when he came alone.

But the organization cared about him, and a letter of introduction solved all of Wang Dayong's troubles in the city. He was assigned a job in the security department of the steel mill; he was also assigned a house in a large compound under a nearby street office, fortunately not the 95th courtyard of Nanluoguxiang where he lived now, otherwise this honest man would have suffered; as for a wife, the street office would occasionally organize blind dates for unmarried men and women, and play the role of matchmaker.

So, Wang Dayong's second half of life was arranged perfectly. But Liu Ping'an was not jealous at all. After all, he was a man who had defended his country and fought in the battlefield. The better these people lived, the happier he would be.

Seeing the crowd coming in from the main gate, the security department also sent a few people to follow them. It was mainly for the purpose of maintaining stability. No matter when, it is easy to cause trouble when there are too many people, let alone more than a hundred people. It is always better to be careful.

Liu Pingan was not needed for the subsequent handover work, as there were special people in the logistics department to connect with them. The price was also agreed in advance by Liu Pingan, the middleman, and it was the current market price.

In the north, fish is usually sold whole. Unlike the market in the south, you can do whatever you want. There are not many bosses who provide fish dissection. At worst, they will just not do business with you.

The batch of fish that Liu Ping'an purchased for the steel rolling mill were also weighed alive. After a long journey, there was not much moisture left in the fish, making them easier to weigh.

After weighing, the living ones will be temporarily kept in the logistics pool. Those that float up and roll their eyes are not a big deal. If they just left today, just notify the logistics department to slaughter them and marinate them with salt, and they will be cooked tomorrow.

Although Qinjia Village had more than 20,000 catties of fish, it took more than 100 people to complete the transportation. However, compared with the size of the main factory with 7,000 to 8,000 people, these 20,000 catties of fish were really not much, and it was hard to say whether they could even last a week. As for food, clothing, housing and transportation, there is indeed a lot of room for development in every field, and it is not surprising that a flour miller later built a more magnificent building than anyone else.