Chapter 159 Journey
It's still a black and white photo.
The background is blurred, and the only thing in the picture is a pair of hands tightly held together. The man's palm is large and broad, with distinct knuckles and a slightly open tiger's mouth, wrapping around a soft, slender, and smooth palm of a young woman.
The woman's wrist was soft and plump, with an antique silver bracelet loosely worn on it, showing the traces of time.
Such a pair of hands, intertwined intimately, is very inspiring.
There is not a single word saying "love", but the whole paper is filled with "love".
When this photo appeared in the life section of Jiangcheng Daily, accompanied by Shu Ting's "To the Oak" and Lu Xue's poetry review, the whole Jiangcheng was in an uproar.
This was the early 1980s, a relatively conservative era.
Even if they are a couple, there is a rule that “husband and wife go in bed, guests get out of bed”.
A photo of a man and a woman holding hands and a passionate love poem were like a flash of lightning, tearing apart the conservative veil of the times and allowing people who were too embarrassed to talk about "love" in public to dare to speak out the words hidden in their hearts.
[These hands and this poem make people feel happy, full of the taste of love. 】
[Hand in hand, this is love! 】
[Who is the owner of the hand?] The woman's hands are so beautiful. The silver bracelet makes her wrist look like jade. It's really charming. The man's hands looked powerful and gave me a sense of security. 】
[Reporter Lu Xue's comment is very well written. This is how couples should support and encourage each other and achieve mutual success. No one has to make sacrifices. Whether it is a man or a woman, raising children together, living together, and sharing housework together is the best family model. 】
After the release of "Lush Mountain Love" in 1980, Jiangcheng was once again swept by a romantic yearning for love.
In the streets and alleys, young couples walk hand in hand. In the kitchen and living room, the young couple respect and love each other and are very affectionate. The social atmosphere seems to have improved, and the air is filled with the scent of love.
The staff of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau who came to help Nanfeng Company install the telephone no longer showed their cold eyes and ridicule. Instead, they smiled and sent blessings: "When our Post and Telecommunications Bureau can install home telephones, please come to do business with us again. This way, you two loving couples can talk to each other even if one of you is at home and the other is at work."
In such an atmosphere, the relationship between the North Wind and the South Wind becomes even sweeter.
At night, the cool breeze ruffled the curtains, and the veil swayed slightly, responding to the affectionate couple.
Tao Nanfeng felt like a small boat, bobbing up and down in the stormy waves. The sticky musky scent diffused, connecting the two people into one whole, unable to be separated anymore.
When everything calmed down, Xiangbei gently stroked his wife's long hair that was spread on the pillow, kissed her forehead tenderly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I love you."
Tao Nanfeng smiled gently, looked up and met his deep eyes: "Everyone in Jiangcheng knows that we are a loving couple, this love is well shown."
The moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains, and the furnishings in the room were dimly visible. Looking north at the photo hanging on the wall, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
Now that I have held your hand, I will never let go.
The night could not hinder Tao Nanfeng's excellent eyesight. She raised her head slightly and playfully kissed the slightly trembling Adam's apple on Xiang Bei's neck: "I'll put a stamp on you, too."
In Tao Nanfeng's eyes, Xiangbei exudes strong masculine charm all over his body at night, which makes her unable to stop. He has a good sense of strength and rhythm, cares very much about Tao Nanfeng's feelings, and can always find what makes her happiest.
Faced with his wife's deliberate teasing, Xiang Bei naturally understood what she meant. His eyes deepened, his arms tightened, and he once again embraced Tao Nanfeng in his arms.
Every movement was accompanied by Xiangbei's low chanting.
“Roots, clenched in the ground;
Leaves touch each other in the clouds.
Every time the wind blows,
We all greeted each other,
But no one,
Understand our language. ”
Tao Nanfeng felt like he was drunk in the spring breeze and lost in poetry.
Until the next day, whenever Tao Nanfeng heard Xiangbei's low voice in his ear, he would feel his knees go weak and his heart become as soft as a pool of clear water.
This softness and sweetness lasted until I boarded the train north to Kyoto.
The construction drawings for the Xicheng District Gymnasium project have all been completed, including one set of original drawings on sulfuric acid paper and three sets of printed blueprints, which are packed in two sealed plastic drawing tubes.
The dried blueprints were thick and solid, so Xiang Bei carried them; the original drawings were light and important, so Tao Nanfeng carried them on his back. Xiangbei held the luggage bag in one hand and put the other hand on the shoulder strap of the painting tube, and the two of them got into the sleeper car shoulder to shoulder.
After putting the luggage away, Xiangbei fetched some hot water, made a cup of tea and handed it to Tao Nanfeng.
Tao Nanfeng took it naturally and took a sip. The windows in the car were not open and it was a bit stuffy. I was sweating slightly on my forehead, which wet my bangs. Tao Nanfeng thought the water was too hot, so he put it on the small table.
Xiangbei saw that she didn't want to drink, so he opened the bag and took out a towel, poured some hot water on the towel, and handed it to her: "Wipe the sweat off."
Tao Nanfeng wiped her face, the heat rising up and the stickiness on her face disappeared. She then let out a long sigh and smiled towards Bei.
Today is the third day of Tao Nanfeng's life. She is feeling uncomfortable due to heavy menstruation. Xiangbei feels sorry for her for taking the long train ride, so he follows her with Liang Yinzhen's instructions and a bunch of daily necessities.
In the evening, everyone else had steamed buns, eggs and pickles for dinner, but Xiangbei took out a thermos from his luggage bag, opened the lid, and the rich smell of chicken soup wafted through the carriage.
A middle-aged man who was chewing a steamed bun opposite suddenly felt that the food in his hand was tasteless, and looked at the young couple in front of him with a wry smile.
"Comrade, are you trying to spoil your wife to death? You even bring a can of chicken soup with you when you go out!"
A man who looked like a buyer lying flat on the middle bunk sneered, "I see you two are so affectionate, are you a newly married couple?"
Xiangbei stood up, took out two pieces of mint candy and handed them over, smiling, "Judging from your accents, are you from the South?" Although he had cigarettes in his pocket, he was afraid that the other party would not be able to breathe well in the enclosed space of the train, so he replaced them with candy.
Neither Tao Nanfeng nor Tao Shouxin likes to chat with each other about family matters, and Fan Zhicheng refuses to communicate with strangers. Therefore, the last time he went on a business trip to Kyoto, he didn't get to know anyone along the way.
Xiangbei is different. He is good at observation, knows how to keep a good distance between people and controls the rhythm of conversation. He is a natural socialite.
With just one action or one sentence, the topic is turned to the other party.
It is inevitable to meet fellow travelers on the train. Chatting during the journey allows you to hear a lot of new topics, which not only enriches your knowledge but also kills time. It is quite nice.
The middle-aged man was called Ren Yang, and the man who looked like a buyer was called Yi Jun. They were both from Guangdong Province, and their Mandarin always had a strange accent, so you had to listen carefully to understand them.
Ren Yang and Yi Jun are from the Personnel Department of Canlan Electronics Factory in Shenzhen. They took a bus north this time because they heard that many farmers in Henan Province were planning to work outside the city. They contacted their friends in Nanshi and prepared to recruit workers there.
Shenzhen Stock Exchange? Tao Nanfeng became interested as soon as he heard it.
In August 1980, the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone was formally established, marking the beginning of reform and opening up. However, to go to Shenzhen now, you have to apply for a border pass from the Public Security Bureau, and the review is strict. In addition, there are relatively few reports in the news, so mainland residents know relatively little about Shenzhen.
Xiangbei was also curious about this city that took the lead in piloting reform and development. He took out the chicken feet and dried tofu braised by Liang Yinzhen, and everyone sat down to eat and chat.
Food was not as scarce in the 1980s as it was in the 1970s, so such sharing was more normal on the train. The aroma of the stewed food made Ren Yang and Yi Jun salivate with appetite. They ate without hesitation and praised, "Delicious!"
Xiangbei asked: "Your factory is in need of people now?"
Ren Yang nodded: "We are so short of manpower! Shenzhen is right across from Hong Kong City, and we can't handle all the orders every day."
Xiangbei asked: "Are the workers' wages high?"
Ren Yang thought for a moment and said, "It depends on where we compare it to. Workers in Hong Kong have high wages, and we can't afford them. Locals are used to being lazy and don't want to work in electronics factories. Mainlanders can endure hardships, but their wages are not high. The conditions for our recruitment this time are that we provide food and accommodation, and 30 yuan per month."
Thirty dollars a month? This income level is quite attractive to farmers.
Farmers’ hardships are something Xiangbei deeply understands. When I think about the time when I was on the farm, I felt a sense of compassion when I saw the mountain people on the north and south slopes carrying dozens of kilograms of tea oil fruits and walking half a day along the mountain road to the town to sell them in order to earn a few cents.
The farm is now developing. The construction of a tea oil factory and a tobacco factory has encouraged the villagers to pick tea fruits and grow tobacco leaves. Their income level has greatly increased and they are living a prosperous life.
But in many places, farmers guard their one-third acre of land and work diligently, but at the end of the year they only earn enough for daily living, with no surplus at all. Even making a new piece of clothing or buying a new schoolbag requires calculation.
In the past, the state had strict management, but after the implementation of the responsibility contract system in 1980, the enthusiasm of farmers was awakened, and the countryside gradually regained vitality.
If you farm in your hometown during the busy farming season and work in a factory in Shenzhen during your rest time, wouldn't you be able to save some money quickly?
Thinking of this, Xiangbei laughed and said, "Your Shenzhen City is the vanguard of reform. You are the first to recruit migrant workers in Henan Province."
"Migrant workers? That's an interesting term. When they are working on the land, they are farmers. When they are working in the factory, they are workers. Yes, yes, yes, we are recruiting migrant workers."
The times are progressing and new things are everywhere.
The three of them became happier as they talked, and the topic slowly turned to the construction of the Shenzhen Stock Exchange.
When Yi Jun talked about the bustling construction sites in Shenzhen, he also complained about the locals: "Shenzhen is now full of gold, and construction is going on everywhere. The local farmers' farmland has been requisitioned, and some smart collectives have opened hotels and shops. It is said that they earn an average of more than 160 yuan in rent every month. These people can get money without doing anything, so why would they be willing to work in the factory! Our factory is short of people, and someone happened to be the matchmaker, so let's go to Henan Province."
Tao Nanfeng listened with great interest, his eyes shining brightly.
There is gold everywhere in Shenzhen Stock Exchange and construction is going on everywhere. Doesn’t that mean there is a shortage of talent in infrastructure construction? Should Nanfeng Company consider expanding into the Shenzhen Stock Exchange?
Xiangbei saw that Tao Nanfeng even forgot to drink the chicken soup and pricked up her ears to listen to their conversation, and he knew that the word "infrastructure" was on her little head.
He smiled slightly and helped Tao Nanfeng ask what she wanted to know: "Are there any design institutes in Shenzhen? Are there many construction companies?"
The author has something to say:
In the early 1980s, the city that was most suitable for Tao Nanfeng to perform was none other than Shenzhen!
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