A group of people were sitting under a tree at the entrance of the village weaving large round boxes.
They are all familiar with it, and talking while working does not affect the progress of bamboo weaving.
When I raised my eyes, I saw Jiang Wanyue walking in front of me.
A group of people couldn't help but talk.
It’s not that they like to talk about people behind their backs, but they have nothing to do anyway, so they have to find something to say.
"Song Si Niang is always in a hurry. She is really busy."
"He is now the deputy party secretary. I heard he has become an organizer at the bamboo weaving factory. He earns more than ten yuan a month. He is very impressive."
"The deputy branch secretary makes a dozen yuan a month, plus the money from the bamboo weaving factory, that would be more than thirty yuan a month, wouldn't it?"
"More than that, you forgot, she can paint. I heard that painting can also make money. I estimate that she can make fifty or sixty per month."
"Oh my god, if I had this much money, I could eat meat every day."
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"There are 10,000 bamboo weavings in this batch. It's all thanks to Deputy Party Secretary Jiang that we can make some money."
"Hey, tell me, why did the bamboo weaving factory give this job to us? It used to be given to the Victory Brigade."
"I'm telling you, you're usually a smart guy, but now you don't understand. Isn't it because our deputy secretary is good-looking? Otherwise, how could it be possible?"
A group of women talked and laughed knowingly.
Old Mrs. Du in the crowd didn't say anything, but she felt in her heart that Jiang Wanyue, a widow, could get the order from the bamboo weaving factory and become an employee of the factory. She must have some unclear relationship with the factory director.
But she would not say this out loud. After all, it was because of Jiang Wanyue that she got the job. She was quick with her hands and could do ten in a day, which worked out to one dollar and fifty cents. Where could she earn so much money?
The reason why she finished quickly was that she left all the preliminary work of bamboo weaving to her granddaughter.
Her granddaughter went up the mountain to cut bamboo, divided it into strips, and then brought it over. She sat at her feet, wove the simplest bottom of the bamboo weaving and handed it to her.
If Mrs. Du continues to process this semi-finished product, wouldn't the speed be much faster?
She was working with her head down.
Suddenly a car drove up the road.
This vehicle is not a tractor, a truck, or even a bicycle. It is actually a green military vehicle.
Two men in military uniforms got off the military vehicle and walked towards the old ladies under the tree to ask for directions: "Excuse me, is this the Xiaojing Brigade? We want to visit Du Yingming's mother. Where does she live?"
Mrs. Du raised her head abruptly: "Are you looking for Du Yingming?"
Her son, Du Yingming, was a soldier. He died in battle many years ago. The country was in turmoil at that time, and she didn't even get a pension.
Because her granddaughter was still young, she was unwilling to accept the result and went to the commune and the county many times to look for people, but all parties passed the buck and she returned disappointed again and again, and finally gave up.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, I actually saw people from the army.
She said in a not very kind tone: "I am Du Yingming's mother, what do you want from me?"
"Hello, Auntie Du!" The leading soldier shook hands with Mrs. Du. "Twelve years ago, Du Yingming died in battle. At that time, the battlefield was stalemate, so the matter of comforting the soldiers' families was delayed. Later, the military camp moved to another location, and the relevant personnel were sent to other areas, so this matter has been delayed. Now, we are here to distribute Du Yingming's martyr's pension and family allowance, a total of 400 yuan, please keep it."
Old Mrs. Du did not take the money.
The most difficult time has passed, and life is getting better now. She finds the money very funny.
She couldn't help but ask: "Why did you suddenly finally remember our Du Yingming?"
"I'm ashamed to say this," the soldier said, "It was only after our military headquarters saw a painting and an article published in a provincial pictorial that we learned that there were forgotten military dependents in the Xiaojing Battalion."
He took out a newspaper from his arms.
It was published by the provincial capital’s pictorial magazine, and contained mostly paintings, but also a small amount of text descriptions.
Turning to the third page, there is a heartwarming scene of an old man and his granddaughter sitting together weaving bamboo baskets. The old man has white hair and his granddaughter is in her teens. The two of them work together, and several exquisitely finished round boxes are placed at the old man's feet.
There are a few lines of words next to the painting: After Du Yingming died heroically, his mother raised Du Yingming's only daughter with her own hands.
At the very bottom, there is a line of small characters: Jiang Wanyue, Xiaojing Brigade, Hongqi Commune, Lianhu County.
Old Mrs. Du could not read, but she could understand paintings. She recognized at a glance that the people in the painting were her and her granddaughter.
And in the entire Xiaojing Brigade, the only person who can draw this picture is Jiang Wanyue.
"So, you came here because of this painting?" Old Mrs. Du's voice trembled. "At first, I begged you for compensation, but no one paid any attention to me. Now, you came here because of a painting?"
The soldier nodded: "This painting has caused a stir in the provincial capital and has also attracted our attention. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. On behalf of the military, I sincerely apologize."
He took a step back and bowed ninety degrees.
Old Mrs. Du was also shocked.
For the first time, she felt the power of knowledge.
She suddenly felt guilty.
Jiang Wanyue got back 400 yuan in compensation for her.
Just now, she still believed in her heart that Jiang Wanyue and Director Xiang had an embarrassing relationship and that she got the job at the bamboo weaving factory by relying on her body.
Jiang Wanyue didn't know that something big had happened in the village.
She was on a bus heading to the county town. When they arrived soon, she took the bus directly to the plastic processing factory.
This time, I was here to discuss business, so I didn't need to bother finding excuses. I just stated my purpose and met the workshop director.
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