The county town was still an hour's journey from the commune. Everyone stood in line with their bags. Song Jin had been made listless by the unpleasant smell along the way and didn't pay attention to who was around him.
I just heard someone shouting that people from Maolin Commune should gather here, so I followed the crowd.
The bus you stop by is even smaller and older than a bus, and the whole car smells like a fuel tank.
An hour later, we finally arrived at Maolin Commune.
Do you think that's the end?
No, not yet.
They also need to be assigned to various teams.
At this moment, I am listening to the captains of each brigade reading out the names in front.
"Those of you whose names have been called from the Xinglin Brigade, please gather here: Liu Haitao, Wei Hong, Deng Zhou, Li Fei."
"Team Li Lin, listen up! Shen Jun, Xu Keke, Wang Hehua, Xu Kun."
"Those of you whose names are called from the Taolin Brigade, come find me here: Song Jin, Wen Shan, Wang Xiaohui, Zhao Yu."
Fortunately, she had been observing who would get along with her along the way, and even chatted with Wei Hong and Shen Jun for a while. In the end, no one was assigned to the same team.
However, the names of Wenshan, Wang Xiaohui and Zhao Yu seem familiar.
Could it be that a former classmate had this name? It's a bit vague.
Never mind. I can’t remember.
Song Jin and his three companions came before Captain Taolin. The captain was a middle-aged man who looked simple and honest. He had a dark face and looked to be in his forties, but his hair was gray. It seemed that life in the countryside was indeed not easy.
The team leader was also looking at them. The two men and two women did not look like they could do the work, especially the female comrade who was staring at him. She was too pretty.
How can this family feel at ease to come to the countryside? He doesn’t look very old.
Seeing that the captain didn't say anything, Song Jin took the initiative to step forward and said, "Hello, Captain, I'm Song Jin. Are these the only ones we have? Can we set off?"
When the others saw Song Jin taking the initiative to introduce himself, they also came forward and began to introduce themselves.
The captain successfully identified himself and had a good impression of Song Jin who took the initiative to introduce himself.
"It's just the four of you today, but our ox cart has gone to the county town to pick up farm tools, so we have to wait a while. Otherwise, we won't be able to get your things back."
Song Jin and the others didn't say much, and they all followed the captain to a big tree on the side of the road.
Song Jin looked around, took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes bought from the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative from his pocket, walked to the team leader and squatted down.
"Uncle Captain, nice to meet you. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."
As he said this, he stuffed the cigarette into the captain's hand.
The captain was also shocked when he looked down and saw Daqianmen. This kid's hands were too loose, and he could pack everything with just one move.
"What are you doing, kid? Your presence here as educated youth is a sign of recognition for us, not just favoritism. If you have any problems, just come to me. I'll definitely solve them for you if I can."
That being said, I hadn't returned the cigarettes in my hand. I had to hide them well. If my wife found out, I wouldn't be able to touch them again until Chinese New Year.
Song Jin smiled and continued, "Uncle Captain, can you tell me about our brigade? I heard that some of the brigades in our commune are called Xinglin, Taolin, and Lilin. Are they named after the fruits they grow?"
The captain looked at Song Jin with a look of satisfaction: "You are quite smart, but you guessed wrong. It wasn't because of growing these that it got this name. It was because we wanted to grow these that we gave it this name. It's a pity that it's been several years and it still hasn't grown."
"We mainly grow wheat and rice now. We have to eat. The situation in recent years has been much better than in previous years. At least no one has starved to death."
Listening to the captain's sigh, Song Jin also remembered that there was a period of famine in history, probably in the early 1960s. All the grass roots and tree barks were eaten up, and many people starved to death.
Before Song Jin could continue asking, an ox cart slowly came over from the distance.
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