Sheng Xitai is only nine years old, and he ate four steamed buns, which is quite a lot.
"These buns are full of meat and oil, what if they go down in price?"
"Even if it doesn't work, what if you get an upset stomach again tonight?" Zhang Shuzhen glared at her youngest son several times in anger.
"You too, you only care about eating and don't even look at the children."
How old is he? Eating four steamed buns isn't enough? What if he gets sick from overeating? Medical care is free, isn't it?
The last sentence was directed at Sheng Liancheng.
Sheng Liancheng was eating when he was unexpectedly implicated by his son. He looked at his wife with a blank expression.
"How many children don't have a sweet tooth? It's not easy for the family to make steamed buns, and these steamed buns are especially delicious today."
"If the child wants to eat it, then let them eat it. What can I say if they can't?"
"Don't try to talk your way out of this. Wait until he gets sick from eating too much and is feeling unwell in the middle of the night, then you'll be in charge."
Zhang Shuzhen glared at her husband a few times and said irritably.
This man is incredibly careless. He only works at his job and doesn't care about anything when he gets home.
"Okay, did you hear what your mother said?"
You've already eaten four steamed buns, you can't eat anymore, or you'll get sick.
Sheng Liancheng reached out and touched his son's round little belly, smiling as he offered words of comfort.
The youngest son is always the one who gets more attention.
Sheng Xitai was hit on the hand, but it didn't hurt much; he just felt like he hadn't had enough.
But his parents told him not to eat anymore, and he didn't dare disobey. So he moved back a few steps, leaned against the wall, and watched others eat.
The other older children, who were also mindful of their food intake, each ate only three or four buns, and at most five. They all stopped eating as well.
Just then, the loudspeaker in the stadium started making announcements.
It was said that the club would hold a groundbreaking ceremony at 7 p.m.
All employees, educated youth, and middle school students who had finished eating were encouraged to participate actively.
"Are you all full? If you are, then pack up and let's go over there."
This is a big event for the team; we're all part of the collective, and we should all do our part.
Sheng Liancheng stopped eating and called his sons to quickly pack up and go do voluntary labor.
The new site of the forest club was chosen to be on the east side of the stadium, and it occupies a considerable area.
As evening fell, the construction site of the club was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, and colorful flags fluttered in the wind. The loudspeakers in the forest farm were also blaring songs.
The workers, students, and educated youth who had already eaten dinner were heading this way, some carrying shovels and others pushing wheelbarrows.
Some people were still chewing on their dry rations, clearly having not finished their dinners, when they rushed over to join the work.
Sheng Liancheng led his three sons, each carrying their belongings, to the construction site.
When everyone met, they greeted each other with smiles, chatted for a while, and talked about what the club would look like after it was built.
The construction workers had already driven in the stakes, and the workers who came to do the work dispersed around the perimeter as instructed by the construction workers to start digging trenches.
People these days have a strong sense of collective honor and are particularly enthusiastic about participating in collective labor.
All the employees who were healthy and able to work came.
Even middle school students, and even upper elementary school students, participated in the labor.
The internal combustion engines that transported workers to the site pulled temporary trailers, carrying stones along the temporary railway tracks laid to the construction site.
The group divided the work: some dug trenches with shovels, some ran to unload the trucks, and others mixed sand, gravel, and cement.
Once the trench was dug to a certain depth, many people began to pile stones into it and transport and pour concrete.
Throughout the construction site, everyone was eager to work and full of energy; no one was slacking off.
Everyone involved in the work was full of enthusiasm, creating a lively and bustling scene.
The children, unable to participate in the labor, watched the excitement from afar.
Several female educated youths felt anxious because they couldn't help, so they went to the broadcasting room to sing for everyone and boost morale.
Zhou Qinglan was dragged along to the broadcasting room to sing.
Her voice is clear and bright, and her singing is melodious and very pleasant to listen to.
People who are tired from working straighten up, wipe their sweat, and can't help but listen a little longer before offering a word of praise.
"Hey? Who sang this? It's actually pretty good."
Chen Weiguo's younger brother, Chen Weimin, was run over by a train when he was a child, losing a leg and an arm, making him unable to participate in such labor.
To boost morale, he composed a lyrical poem on the spot and took it to the broadcasting room to read aloud.
"The songs of the infrastructure construction campaign echoed through the night sky of the forest. The army of voluntary laborers wore smiles on their faces..."
"Hey, it has to be our younger brother! Listen to his writing, it's fantastic."
Sheng Xiping and Chen Weiguo were together, chatting while working, and Sheng Xiping couldn't help but praise Chen Weimin.
"Yes, it's such a pity about Xiaomin."
You said this child is handsome and has no flaws, studies well, can write and calculate, and is also skillful and can do everything.
Look at the handwriting he uses with his left hand; it's even more beautiful than our right-handed handwriting.
It's such a pity, it's missing a leg and an arm.
They're still studying now, oblivious to worries and anxieties. What will they do in the future?
When Chen Weiguo's younger brother was mentioned, Wang Jianshe, Gao Haining, and others couldn't help but sigh.
Like the Sheng family, the Chen family also moved from Shuguang Forest Farm.
When Chen Weimin was six years old, he went out to play with some other children and ended up crossing a small bridge and getting onto the tracks of a small train.
That day, a small train happened to be passing by, pushing several carriages.
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