"You are walking so fast, are you with your father or your mother in front of you?"

Zhou Wenzhong cursed a few times and quickly shook his legs and chased after him. He had to work harder for Yan Bugui!

"Teacher Yan, Teacher Yan! Listen to me for a few words first."

"Wangzhong, do you have anything to eat? If so, give me some first. I haven't eaten anything in 2 days."

"I don't have it either, don't leave now. Listen to me to finish my words."

"Tell me."

Zhou Wenzhong took off the bamboo basket for Yan Bugui, and pulled him to a stone and sat down.

"Teacher Yan actually can't do this job at all. You are a cultural person and a senior intellectual. This is where a coolie like me is. Your primary goal now is to leave the farm and return to your family."

"Isn't this nonsense you said?"

Zhou Wenzhong took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Do you still have cigarettes? Give me one too."

"It's gone, this is what I picked up for the outside. Don't keep staring at my cigarette and tell you the serious business!"

"I want to go out too, what's the best way for you?"

"I'll do some sorting with you. If you want to leave here, follow the river and swim outside for 20 minutes in one breath. As long as you can avoid the guards of gunmen, you will be free."

"I have no letter of introduction. Where can I hide if I escape? Besides, are those who have guns eating?"

"There is another way. You are seriously ill. The staff on the farm will never pay you for treatment, and it is also involved in the responsibility issue. You can only throw you into the hospital and notify my three aunts to get the people. Once you lose your labor force, won't you go out completely? Right?"

Yan Bugui pursed his lips and thought.

"What a serious illness?"

"There are too many things to say here. I also heard from my senior on the kang. For example, if you always have coughing, you probably have tuberculosis. You just lie on his face and breathe, and you can also use steamed buns to stick to his phlegm and swallow it."

"No, no, it's disgusting when you think about it."

"Don't worry, I have other tricks. For example, you pull out your belt and tighten it along the base of your thighs, and then don't walk around this leg. Let it not activate blood and die by itself. One leg is just atrophy, and you can definitely tell the difference between freedom and freedom."

"Is there any other trick?"

"Yes! My house is full of talents, and they tell me a lot of knowledge. For example, you can make a hole in yourself, find some dirty things to touch, and make it a skin disease with ulceration. For example, you are pretending to be stupid when you eat shit, drink urine, and act as if you can survive half a month, you will be completely free."

Yan Bugui shook his head and prepared to pick up the bamboo basket and leave again.

"In fact, there is a real good way, it hurts just once."

"What trick?"

Zhou Wenzhong looked around and looked around and leaned close to Yan Bugui's ear and whispered: "Swallow the turtle."

"What happens if you swallow it?"

"I don't feel anything, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, foaming at the mouth and spitting blood. When you wake up again, you will find that you are in the hospital bed. Your limbs are normal, and you can eat and drink. You just need to have a minor surgery, which will not be very troublesome. There is no life danger."

Zhou Wenzhong smiled with a flower hammer on his hands and said, "Teacher Yan is the first day of his work. You lost a tooth and you can't walk smoothly. There are still many days ahead. While the people in my house are working in the cafeteria, I can help you buy a piece of hot alkali. As long as you swallow it, you can go home and reunite, and let my three aunts serve you to eat and drink. I'm leaving ~ See you tomorrow."

Zhou Wenzhong once again resisted the flower hammer and left, leaving Yan Bugui who was in deep thought.

At 12:30 noon, Zhou Wenzhong, who had hidden himself and slept for a long time, came to the door of the equipment office to queue up to receive his two sorghum noodle steamed buns today.

No one dared to make things difficult for him, and the roommates in the same number all hid themselves. After all, the prisoner who embarrassed him last night has now been buried in the soil and is buried under a reed pole.

The squad leader in other accounts saw him and Shen Qingsheng standing together and chatting happily this morning.

What does this mean? No one is a fool.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and everyone is gnawing steamed buns and listening to Ji Erliang’s lectures.

"I'm still used to writing envelopes every month to go home. Today is the Chinese New Year. Everyone can leave after dinner and don't have to work in the afternoon. Those who want to write letters will ask your number master to collect the envelope."

After hearing this, Zhou Wenzhong thought it was a pity. Yan Bugui would definitely put his hopes on this letter. It would be great if the letter was written a few days later.

This is indeed the case. One of the two steamed buns in Yan Bugui's hand was taken away by someone.

"What do you want to read? Do you still want to write a letter?"

"Write! I'll write."

"A letter is 5 workers. If you want to write a letter, go to the person you just talked to."

"But I don't have money, what should I do?"

"You will know then."

Yan Bugui ran to Ji Erliang's table with steamed buns in his mouth.

"Write a letter, right? You will be deducted 3 workers."

"I just started working today."

"Then you will be deducted 5 jobs. You don't have to worry about other things, just keep working. I'll calculate that you're sick for 4 days, plus 2 cents for prescriptions for medical treatment. Do you understand?"

Yan Bugui did a mental calculation. Five jobs cost 75 cents, plus 22 cents for prescription medicine. The price of writing a letter to your family is 97 cents. It’s so expensive. But you have to spend this money yourself.

"I wrote!"

"Go to the box and get an envelope yourself. After writing, let me check the contents. Go and go."

“Hey.”

Yan Bugui swallowed the steamed bun and rubbed his cheeks. He picked up an envelope to check, and there was only a piece of writing paper inside. It seemed that he had to borrow the pencil from the squad leader.

The friendship activities of the Red Star Rolling Plant are in full swing. As an old worker who thinks he has political awareness, Liu Haizhong naturally has to be ready to show his face at all times.

In the auditorium of Hongxing Rolling Factory, banners were hung one by one. The comrades from the factory propaganda office and the comrades from other factories had different opinions because of the colors of the banners.

Liu Haizhong carried his stomach and squeezed over, but was stopped outside by armed personnel from the security department.

"Go out! The friendship activities are still in the confidential stage. Which workshop are you from? Why are you joining in the fun?"

"I, Liu Haizhong, a level 6 worker in the machine tool workshop."

The security guard put away his spear, looked at Liu Haizhong's work clothes and scolded again: "Go out!"

"Hey, I said, how do you comrade speak? Do you know me..."

"Don't mention people to me, even the secretary in your factory can't take care of our security department. Not to mention the chief factory director. Are you going to talk to me alone? Or do you want us to find you a place to rest?"

"Then why is Xu Damao inside?"

"They are from the Propaganda Department, and this is his scope of work."

"Okay. Then I'll come back tomorrow's second day."

The security guard said with disdain, "Do you have a ticket? Do you think it's a movie in the factory, and you can come in and join in the fun if you are someone."

Liu Haizhong looked at the blue cotton coat of the security department, then looked at the gun holster on his waist, and seemed to suddenly think of something, and a surprise smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Thank you, comrade."

The security guard was unable to tell Liu Haizhong's words, so he watched him leave with his hands behind his back and cursed: I'm brain-sick.

At Yan Bugui's home in Siheyuan, the coal stove had been extinguished. Yan Jiecheng was lying on the bed in the room, looking disheartened.

I have 50 hours left and I should go to the countryside. My family even prepared the national food coupons for going to the countryside. The factory I had agreed to pour cold water on me, and I could no longer see any hope in my life.

Because the main room door was in a state of vain, Liu Haizhong walked in with a light knock.

"There are some good things from the old Yan family to tell you."

The three aunts looked at Liu Haizhong without saying a word.

"Old Yan is saved!"

The three aunts threw Yan Jiedi on the bed and walked quickly to the dining table. Yan Jiecheng also ran over after hearing it in the room.

"We are not kidding at his second uncle."

"Since you don't want to listen, I'll leave."

"Don't let me tell you, Mr. Second, sit down. I'll make you the tea that my father has treasured for many years."

"hehe."

Liu Haizhong sat back on the stool, and couldn't keep things in his heart.

He said in a slightly slight tone: "Let me just say it straightforwardly. I have an apprentice in the hot rolling workshop. His classmate's father is from the Minuteman of Shengli Commune. Although he does not have a connection with the Hongxing Police Station, he can trust the relationship to the security department of our steel rolling mill. After all, our steel rolling mill had conducted joint defense exercises with Yindingqiao Police Station before. They can all speak."

Yan Jiecheng put down the enamel jar and counted with his fingers: "You are looking for an apprentice, and then ask him to find a classmate, classmate to find his father, his father finds the security department, the security department finds Yindingqiao Police Station, and Yindingqiao Police Station finds Hongxing Police Station. Can it be possible to fall 6 times in the middle?"

Liu Haizhong was about to take a sip of tea when he heard that Yan Jiecheng was in this attitude, he threw the tea jar on the dining table.

"Then you just want to recruit yourself."

"That's not what I mean. Jie Cheng, please go back to the house first! Second uncle, don't care, our eldest child can't speak."

"Hmph. I'm just for Lao Yan's sake. If I'm a scheming with him as a junior, what will I become? Is the method I mentioned possible?"

"You can't just talk to the factory security department, second uncle? Isn't this possible, you can take fewer turns?"

"How can I not know what you said? The Security Department doesn't even give us the face of our factory director! If it's OK, it's OK. If it doesn't, it's OK."
Chapter completed!