Chapter 370 Complaining and making things difficult for people

Back to Lvjia Village, walk westward along the river, and exit the embankment of Lvjiacun section. Because of the influence of Lvjiacun, the Xiajiacun section in the north was also repaired last year. The damage to the east is even worse.

  Qingzhao has the best economic conditions, which is the central township with Ningxiu as the center, the mountains to the south and the Yellow River to the north.

   Needless to say, the natural conditions have a great influence on the mountains.

  The other side of the Yellow River is sandy land. In a large agricultural county, the economic conditions are not very good.

   On the other hand, the Qingzhao River leaves Xiajia Village in the north, and then goes north until it joins the Yellow River. It is basically in the wild and rarely passes through the village.

  Things that are not under the nose are not a problem, there are places where the river embankment is borrowed and excavated and collapsed.

   It seems that after the flood in the summer of 1998, no one cares about what to do with the next flood.

  The two were walking on the river bank, stopping from time to time to take pictures and record. On the deserted river beach in winter, no one could see it.

  The wisdom of the working people is infinite, and their determination to increase their income is huge. In some river beaches, because of the lack of water, people open up fields, and after harvesting cotton, the dead trees and poles sway on the riverbed with the wind.

   A section of the river bank collapsed in front, revealing a large opening five or six meters wide. After Lu Dong took the photo, he and Li Wen crossed the river bank, bypassed the opening from the ground, and went to the section north of the opening.

Li Wenyue broke a branch from a poplar tree, threw the dead grass on the river bank, looked at the opening, and said, "If there is such a large amount of water, our village will not be flooded, and we can't wait for the river bank in our village to feel it. When the pressure is reached, all the water in the upstream and downstream will be poured out, and the terrain of our village is already high..."

  Lü Dong looked to the north, and saw a four-looking car coming along a country road, parked in front of a section of the river bank, a person got off the car, and started to work with a shovel.

   "Go and have a look." Lu Dong greeted Li Wenyue.

  The two walked north along the embankment, and soon approached the other side of Sibu.

  The digger was a rural man in his late sixties. He had frozen red ears on both sides of his dark face, and the hands that held the shovel were cracked open.

   He was standing in front of the big hole dug on the outside of the river bank, digging soil and putting it in the bucket of the truck.

   Lu Dong took the initiative to say hello: "Master, the New Year's Eve is still out to work."

   Hearing the local accent, the rural uncle stopped his work and said, "The soil of the house and the carbon is gone, how can the light carbon withstand burning, and the stove can't wait to burn in the winter, freezing the grandson at home."

  Lu Dong picked up a piece of soil and asked, "Is this soil good for burning charcoal?"

   "It's okay." The uncle said cheerfully: "The main reason is convenience. After digging, you can leave. If you have to dig in the ground, you have to level the soil in other places. It's too troublesome."

   Lu Dong said: "Master, you have to dig slowly, you see, you have dug in such a big piece, don't fall on it and hit you."

   Uncle doesn't care: "Where is this going, it won't collapse when dug."

  Li Wenyue knew that it didn't work, but he couldn't help it: "Master, you can't dig in another place, this embankment..."

Before he could finish speaking, the uncle interrupted: "You young man, you haven't done any work at first glance, I want to change place, there is no road, how can I drive in? The embankment, how troublesome is it to clean up the weeds and roots on it, how can it save trouble here?"

   Li Wenyue didn't mean this at all: "What if the embankment is collapsed, and then there is a flood? The flood was so big the previous summer that the land must not be flooded?"

"What are you afraid of, the sky is falling and there is a tall one on it." The uncle shook his head: "How can you easily come across such a big water, didn't you read the news? It's a once-in-a-century! Encounter? Not necessarily once in a hundred years."

   Li Wenyue wanted to say, Lu Dong dragged him.

   is useless and makes no sense.

   "Let's go, let's go back." Lu Dong had almost collected the materials, and shouted Li Wenyue to go back.

   Seeing the uncle who started digging soil from the big pit on the river bank again, Li Wenyue followed Lu Dong to the south.

   You can't control others, so what do you control?

   This uncle is not the first to dig a river bank, nor will he be the last.

  There is no threat of flooding, and the embankment is the best place to borrow soil.

   Back to the village, just in time for lunch, Li Wenyue was going to have dinner with Lu Dong, but there was someone at home, so he had to go back.

   Lu Dong had dinner, drove to the university town, and found a photo studio to take photos.

   On the entrance of the village, a new huge banner was pulled up - Family Planning, a Centennial Plan!

   Then go to Xinxin Business in Innovation Harbor. Because it is involved in the opening of stores in Ginza, University City, Xinxin Business has already gone to work.

   Natasha was in the company, Song Na went out, Lu Dong asked and learned that Song Na went to Ginza.

  Lu Dong called Song Na and went to the University City Ginza store.

   On the aisle out of the Ginza supermarket, Wenxin Trading has removed the decoration fence, and the store will officially open for business in a few days. Song Na is directing two employees to distribute goods.

   Seeing Song Na freeing up space, Lu Dong went over and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

  Song Na smiled and shook her head: "This is the end."

   Lu Dong asked again: "Is the relationship in Ginza straightened out?"

   "With Mr. Zhang taking care of it, it's no problem." Song Na said simply: "As small stores like us, we are responsible for collecting money ourselves. We don't need to pay Ginza unified bills like the specialty stores in shopping malls, and wait until the due date to pay."

   Lu Dong reminded: "It's a matter of location. All the stores in Quannan are settled by Ginza. The shortest account period is one month. You have to be prepared."

  Song Na smiled: "I don't know if this store can make any money yet. We'll have to see the situation at Quannan Ginza."

  The description in the store was almost the same. It was handed over to the two employees. Song Na asked Lu Dong to accompany him to the traffic technical school. Huanghai started to work in the third year of junior high. Most of the students in this period were college students in the winter vacation class, so there should be no delay.

  Song Na also came to practice when she had time.

  A lot of people were piling up on the practice ground. After Song Na got into the car, Lu Dong stood by and watched for a while. Although he was not a professional coach, he had driving experience and could see the point.

  Song Na's side was still a long way off. When reversing, she completely stopped twice and almost hit the pole before entering the garage.

   For most people, there are those who are good at it and those who are not good at it. Song Na's driving talent is average.

   Lu Dong watched for a while, and an acquaintance came over.

   "Oh, isn't that Mr. Lu?" The voice of the person who came was quite loud.

   Lu Dong couldn't help laughing: "Brother Bei, our brothers, you are making fun of me when you say this."

   Bei Xiangrong was used to joking with Lu Dong: "When I entered the gate, I saw a few bugs, and I was still thinking, where did the bugs come from in the winter. If I didn't enter the gate, I saw you."

   He didn't wait for Lu Dong to counterattack, and then turned to the topic: "Didn't you get your driver's license already? Why are you here? Ask the traffic police to revoke it and learn it again?"

   Lu Dong pointed to the pickup truck: "I'll accompany Song Na here."

   Bei Xiangrong glanced at him: "Xiao Song's level is a little worse."

   Lu Dong saw a young man following Bei Xiangrong: "Bei Ge, come here..."

Bei Xiangrong called the young man over: "This is my cousin from my aunt's family. He just graduated from a vocational school in the summer and worked in the Weiqiao Cotton Factory for a while, but he didn't quite like it. I'm not going to come to the university town to find a job. We are here. I didn't get a subsidy for a vocational skills test, my brother studied CNC machine tool, and his level is good, I brought him here to take the test, not only can I get a subsidy, but I can also log in to the talent pool, making it easier to find a job."

   He pointed to Lu Dong: "Zhang Feng, his name is Brother Dong."

   The young man said with a smile, "Hello, Brother Dong, I came from Ningxiu Town Center Middle School, and I'm two grades shorter than you."

   Lu Dong smiled: "Yes, there are no outsiders."

  Bei Xiangrong joked again: "Everyone said that Yan Guo kept a voice, your name is very famous in the school you read." He looked at the time: "Don't talk, I'll go to work first."

   "Yes." Lu Dong replied.

   Bei Xiangrong led Zhang Feng to the vocational examination center where the sign was erected.

   When Song Na got off the bus, Lu Dong told her and went over there to have a look.

   On the practical side, there are a few people who seem to be taking auto repair exams and are very busy.

   Lu Dong just looked at it for a while, and suddenly saw Lu Jiandao come out from a place, took a folder and entered the teaching building on the side.

  The last time I saw Lv Jiandao here, Lu Dong remembered that someone mentioned during the Chinese New Year that Lv Jiandao offended the leader and couldn’t even sit on the bench in the Palace of Culture.

   It seems to be true, Lu Jiandao's old man has a certain way, and it is not easy to transfer people here.

  Although Lv Jiandao once brought people to Lvjia Village to fight the autumn wind, he lost his position as the deputy director of the Palace of Culture and was transferred out of the county town.

   To put it another way, Lv Jiandao has an administrative editor no matter what.

  Lv Dong can drive, but he doesn't know anything about auto repair. He purely uses the car as a means of transportation. After looking at it for a while, he finds it boring and goes back to the coach car in Huanghai.

   In the winter vacation class, there were a lot of people. It took about 40 minutes for Song Na to take a turn, and most of the time she was talking to Lu Dong.

  When the sun was in the west, Song Na got into the car again, Bei Xiangrong had a dark face, and led Zhang Feng over from the vocational exam center.

   Lu Dong saw him and asked, "Begger, what's wrong?"

  Bei Xiangrong approached, pinched his waist and said, "These grandsons have a bit of power in their hands, so just consider themselves uncles!"

   Lu Dong didn't ask anymore, Bei Xiangrong would definitely not be able to say it.

"I took Zhang Feng to the exam, and these grandchildren had to ask for cigarettes when they signed up for the exam." Sure enough, Bei Xiangrong said to himself, "I gave Bao Daji, I don't like cigarettes, and I complained about making things difficult for people. Pack the general."

   He said: "That's fine. It's not enough to sign up by yourself. You have to go through an employment agency to sign up, saying that it is a cooperative unit."

   Lu Dongguang heard Director Zhao mention the exam, but he didn't say anything about cooperating with others, but the two didn't talk about it carefully, and he didn't know much about it.

  Bei Xiangrong finally said: "It was I who showed the documents, and they did it. This is an ordinary person, so troublesome."

   "The general situation." Lu Dong is not surprised, it is difficult to do things at the grassroots level.

   "Okay, let's not talk about it." Bei Xiangrong was about to leave: "Let's talk another day."

   (end of this chapter)