Chapter 4: Going to the County (Fix Bugs) The ticket seller is really awesome...
Chapter 4: Going to the County (Fix Bugs)
The next day was a day off, so Yan Jiuru had breakfast, asked his mother for a few food coupons, packed a big bag and went out.
He first went to the brigade headquarters to get a letter of introduction to go to the county town.
"Where are you going?" The brigade secretary was his father-in-law, and he was talking to an old man weaving baskets.
Yan Jiuru recognized him and called out, "Second Grandpa."
"I went to buy some common medicine for my child, but Doctor Yang said the commune didn't have any and I had to go to the county pharmacy."
This is exactly what the barefoot doctor in the village said.
Their place is remote, and the barefoot doctors in the village can treat some common ailments of adults, but not fragile children.
Children will not tell you where they feel uncomfortable when they are sick, especially those who are in the confinement period. Once they fall ill, it may not be too late to go to the county hospital.
It was because their family conditions were slightly better that the barefoot doctor made this suggestion.
Secretary Chen sighed after hearing this. In the past, when the Taoist temple on the mountain was still there, villagers would go to the Taoist priests to ask for medicine if they had any illness. Even if they didn't have money, they could buy it on credit and then go back to pick herbs to pay off the debt.
Now. . . . . .
"What medicine can I find in the county?" Secretary Chen still cares about his grandson.
Yan Jiuru said, "Health Officer Ma went to study a while ago and heard that the Jinshi Pharmaceutical Factory has released a children's medicine box. It contains medicines for diarrhea, cough, fever, etc. Other places have already had it, but our place is remote, so the county only recently received stock."
After hearing this, Secretary Chen had nothing else to say since it concerned his own grandson.
"Can you come back after one day off?" His father-in-law approved another day off.
Of course, there are no work points.
***
It was the first time that Demon Lord Yan Jiuru had seen a letter of introduction in this era.
Because he was going to the county, his father-in-law specially took out a letter of introduction with red letterhead.
The first line was printed in big red letters: Highest Instructions.
The second line of red characters was slightly smaller, and read: Grasp the revolution, promote production, promote work, and promote preparations for war.
Below is: Ze County Red Star Commune Revolutionary Committee.
The address is in small print on the bottom line: The First Production Brigade of Red Star Commune, Ze County, registered telegram: XXX
This is a letter of introduction used to go to the county town. Originally, it needed to be issued by the commune, but it was unrealistic to go to the commune for every little thing, so some power was delegated to some production brigades to control it themselves. Just fill out this letter of introduction when needed.
However, if you go outside the county to the province or other places, you will need to get a letter of introduction from the county revolutionary committee.
So, nowadays, people are stuck in their local area, and if they want to go out to beg for food, they need a letter of introduction from the village.
Absolutely true.
His father-in-law took out a sample and gave it to him. "Write it based on that, okay? When contacting someone, write 'Ze County People's Pharmacy'."
There are two or three pharmacies in the county. I don’t know which one has it, so I won’t write the details.
This is normal operation.
"Comrade Yan Jiuru, a member of our commune, is here to buy pediatric medical supplies from you. I hope you will contact me."
The word "wait" is very important. If you need to buy something urgently, you can find some information from this word.
In fact, as long as it is not a matter of nitpicking, people generally don’t care. It is to serve the people.
Here is your best regards, salute!
Below it is printed: Long live Chairman MAO!
Issue date: April 21, 1973, valid for three days.
This letter of introduction is stamped with the official seal.
His father-in-law also asked, "Do you have any provincial food coupons?"
Yan Jiuru thought about the tickets he had exchanged last night in his pocket and nodded: "Yes, enough."
Fortunately, he was more careful last night. He exchanged one dollar for five kilograms of food coupons on the black market, and he got ten kilograms. Otherwise, he would have to carry food to the commune grain station to exchange for food coupons today.
After saying goodbye to the two old men and putting the letter of introduction in his pocket, Yan Jiuru strode towards the village entrance driving the ox cart.
Today he wore the clothes he had made for his wedding, which were about 80% new. He also wore high-top rubber shoes with steel soles, and he looked very energetic.
"This kid~" Looking at the back, the father-in-law scolded with a satisfied smile.
***
The people driving the carts in the village are the lonely old men in the brigade. The young ones call him "Uncle Zhang" and the old ones call him "Old Man Zhang".
From what I heard, I knew he was a person with some disabilities, and the brigade took care of him and gave him this job.
It was the busy planting season, and not many members went out. A few aunts and sisters were holding baskets, apparently going to the commune to exchange things. There were also a few male and female educated youth who said they were going to the post office to pick up packages or send letters.
It’s hard to say whether he is taking the opportunity to be lazy.
But everyone knows what's going on, so just let the team leader give you leave.
After all, working in the fields was too hard for the educated youth, especially those who had just arrived. They really couldn't bear it, and it was normal for one or two of them to faint.
At the beginning, there were also members who complained. After all, once they arrived, they had to borrow food. If they couldn't pay it back throughout the year, then what they were eating wasn't the members' food, right?
They didn't understand why all the educated youth who could carry things on their shoulders but not with their hands were here. They had to be given food, accommodation, and even a share of the vegetable plots.
This is all in the interests of the villagers.
The village leader was helpless.
The land was so small, the yield was limited, and if a dozen or twenty educated youth were given the land and didn't work, how could they just eat the food for free? The members themselves couldn't even get enough to eat.
But this is the general trend advocated by the higher-ups, so we can only ensure that the educated youth work well.
But these educated youth were too fragile. One of them would faint after working in the fields for a day or two. They weren't pretending, they were really tired and sunburned. The majority of the members were hardworking and kind-hearted. They couldn't just watch other people's children die, could they?
Besides, the children don’t want to come here willingly.
Well, that's it.
***
Yan Jiuru sat on the other side of the cart, facing the cow's butt, but since he wanted to see how the cart was driven, he had to pretend not to see it.
An auntie said with a smile: "My dear boy, sit over here. You are facing the cow's butt. It will poop on the road and it will stink."
Uncle Zhang was unhappy and said, "Sister, don't despise it. This cow dung is also a treasure. Can't you see it's being held in a dung bag?"
These days, even cow shit won’t fall to the ground, leaving room for others to pick it up.
The aunt rolled her eyes and said nothing.
Uncle Zhang took a puff of his pipe and asked, "Young Master, are you going to the commune?"
I'm free anyway, and it would be awkward if no one talks, so I'll just chat casually, no need to take it seriously.
"Let's go to the county and get some things for the child." Yan Jiuru said.
Uncle Zhang often sends people off, so he said with experience, "Well, you have to catch the 8 o'clock bus. You'll have to stay in the county for at least one night before you can come back."
Having said that, he didn't wait any longer, cracked the whip and shouted as he set off.
Ox carts are slow. What if something happens along the way and delays the passenger bus?
Everyone agreed that going to the county was more important, so no one objected.
***
Aunt Li from the same village looked at his nimble movements and said, "Everything is expensive in the county. Didn't your mother bring any dry food?"
Yan Jiuru carried a large shoulder bag, which he had bought when he was in high school. In it, besides rubber shoes, there was an aluminum lunch box, an enamel pot, some simple toiletries, and a change of shorts and socks. He didn't even take the boiled eggs his mother had given him.
Nowadays, most people carry food in a net bag to prevent it from being squeezed and dirtying other things or transferring smells.
He replied, "Just take a bite."
A female educated youth shyly said, "Comrade Yan, I heard you also graduated from high school?"
Yan Jiuru didn't quite recognize him, but still politely replied, "Yes."
That's it.
The two educated youths next to them covered their mouths and laughed secretly: Look, the conversation is over today.
Everyone says that Yan Jiuru doesn't like to talk to people, but Wang Xiaoru doesn't believe it. Now you know.
Wang Xiaoru persisted for a moment and asked, "Can I become a teacher in the village after graduating from high school?"
Being a teacher is a hundred times easier than working in the fields. If possible, all the educated youth wanted to be teachers.
Yan Jiuru glanced at her and thought to himself, is this woman stupid? "There are still many reformed professors in the village."
If one can become a teacher just based on academic qualifications, then they wouldn’t be able to become teachers.
Wang Xiaoru finally understood what a stinky stone man was. She bit her lip, rolled her eyes and stopped talking.
When Yan Jiuru was reminded of this, he thought of the professor who was transferred from the village.
No matter which field you are in, knowledge is definitely different.
In his opinion, these great professors who were demoted now were just like the big devils or old immortals who were imprisoned for some reason. If he met them, apart from the treasures in the cave, there would definitely be some inherited skills and experience.
He is not afraid of being possessed or retaliated against. Wouldn't it be a pity if he missed it in vain?
As I was thinking about it all the way, time passed quickly.
***
When he arrived at the commune, Yan Jiuru didn't have a watch, so he didn't dare to delay and went straight to the station to wait.
Sure enough, after about a quarter of an hour, a shabby white and green bus came bumping over from a distance.
The conductor, half exposed, stood at the doorway, shouting, "Those going to Xinzhao, those going to Changli, those going to Zexian, get on board, get on board, we're leaving now~"
Yan Jiuru relied on his tall and strong stature to take a big step forward, with a crowd of people rushing forward behind him!
He didn't look for a seat, but asked the driver: "Brother, can I sit here? Buy a ticket."
He was referring to the machine cover.
The driver smoked a cigarette, glanced at him and nodded.
He had seen enough young men who liked to watch cars drive that he didn't care about that.
The conductor asked, "Where to?"
"Ze County."
"Thirty-five cents!"
There were only a few people inside the bus when it arrived, but now it is almost full.
After buying the tickets, the ticket seller went to accommodate the crowd coming up behind her, cursing.
"Don't crowd, find a place to sit!"
"Go inside!"
"Come on, don't take up a seat! Otherwise, get out!"
"What are you doing, you shameless bastard, sitting on a girl? Get off!"
The ticket seller was very powerful. She pulled a skinny man to the door of the car and kicked him down.
I admire you!
Yan Jiuru would feel ashamed of himself for his skills.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, everyone below became as quiet as chickens, sitting down and buying their tickets obediently.
"Take good care of your things. Be careful of three hands. If you lose money or tickets, it will delay your work. No one will take care of you then."
"Take good care of your luggage. Don't put it anywhere else if you can hold it. If you have children, don't look around. Keep an eye on your children. Don't let them be taken away by someone in the chaos. There's no point crying and wailing then."
A picky passenger asked, "What do human traffickers look like?"
The elder sister scoffed at him: "Human traffickers have words written on their faces. Do you recognize them? What do they look like? What kind of character is that?"
Yan Jiuru smiled slightly, it turned out to be a great experience.
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