My uncle Zhang Jun is tall and tall, 1.8 meters tall, and has a bit of bald hair. So far, he has lived in the forest farm and is very good at all the processes of wood processing. He has common ground and is hardworking among ordinary workers. Before he was reborn, Lin Ye and his uncle were on the phone. At that time, he worked in Russia and called home to ask about his younger brother Zhang Kun's situation.

Thinking of Lin Ye looking at the cute younger brother next to him, he didn't look like the one who fought with the police at all. His mother's relatives looked more delicate, and Lin Ye was also more in line with his appearance.

"How are you staying in the mountains during this period?" The old uncle Zhang Jun pinched the mountain dish dipping sauce and asked while holding it in his mouth. The child of his sister suddenly seemed to grow up. Of course, he, the uncle, was very happy. After drinking a glass of white wine, he started chatting with his nephew.

"It's okay, it's quite quiet here. The pressure is much smaller than the foot of the mountain, and the conditions are very good." Lin Ye poured himself a glass of beer and replied. He said that the conditions are better than the town, which is definitely not to give my uncle a spiritual chicken soup regardless of the occasion, but it is indeed the case.

You should know that now you go to a processing factory to work in a mountain, and your monthly salary is only four or five hundred yuan. What is this money enough? Nothing is enough. Because the salary of the Forestry Bureau is low, the living standards in the areas under the jurisdiction of the local government are far higher than that of the Forestry Bureau. This situation will only change a few years later.

If you really want to make money, it is definitely easier for the forest farms on the mountain than living in towns. This gap has not changed until Linye’s memory, but the conditions on the mountain have not changed. After the infrastructure of the town has increased, this comparison is even more obvious, resulting in the forest farms being only thirty years old left ten years later, and young people are not able to adapt to this condition and move away.

"If you can't study, you can only practice in society as soon as possible." Zhang Jun raised his voice and told his nephew a big reason. Lin Ye could say this set of life experience without hesitation. He had heard too much in his two lives, and almost an individual could criticize himself from the moral high ground, without seeing whether he was a pattern.

He worked very hard to listen to his uncle's teachings, so he must not laugh. From time to time, his eyes fell on his younger brother, who is only six years old now, and thought to himself, "Do you know that your son is not worry-free when he grows up? Why do you educate me from here?"

After drinking a glass of beer, Lin Ye crossed his legs and put a small river fish in the forest farm on a plate, asking, "Uncle, the processing plant of the forest farm is not a long-term solution, and the shavings on the mountain are getting bigger and bigger. Maybe when the provincial general bureau will order the closure, you have to think about the future."

Lin Ye is absolutely the truth. He is sending raw materials to the paper mill and making them bigger and bigger. Over time, he will definitely be discovered by the above. The wood processing in the forest farm is not economical at all and will be closed in a few years. It is necessary to remind his uncle.

For most foresters, even most Northeastern people, they have been accustomed to living in state-owned enterprises for decades, so the tide of laid-offs in the 1990s was instantly hit hard. This process continues, but it is not as intense as before. Foresters only rely on forests, and their risk resistance is not as good as farmers.

"At worst, you can go to the Soviet Union to work as an old business. Can living people suffocate to death?" Zhang Jun said distractedly. He didn't know that this idea was a portrayal of his life ten years later.

Lin Ye did not correct his uncle's sick words. In the eyes of their generation, Russia was the Soviet Union. This concept may not be changed in his life. It is not surprising that the word Soviet Union popped up when he spoke.

"The place of the Russians is colder than ours, and it's not a good place." Lin Ye thought about what was attractive there? It seemed that there was really nothing besides Maomei.

"You should think about yourself. I'm so old, so where is it different?" Zhang Jun laughed, drank the white wine in his glass, and asked, "Ono, what is your dream?"

"I don't have a dream, so I'll be fine every day." Lin Ye lied very naturally. It would be better not to brag before he could do it. His dream was to have a Kang Caien, but who would believe it if he told it?

After filling his stomach, my uncle Zhang Jun decided to go out for a walk. The pace of life in the forest farm was slow, so it was normal to go out for a walk. It was not interesting to stay in the house in Linye, so he went out with him.

The center of the forest farm is a large open space. I don’t know what I thought about it at the beginning, but it left such a location in the center. A building built in the 1950s with the words "big shop" printed on it faces the open space. A few years later, the open space was finally used and converted into a forest farm square.

For forest workers who have just gotten off work, bragging about the mountains in the evening is a good way to enjoy the fun. On the bench next to the big shop, there are a few old ladies playing long cards, two old men squatting and playing chess, and a group of people gathered in the fun to help with the advice. The atmosphere is very comfortable and limited. In this mountainous area, it is not disturbed by the fast-paced life in big cities, and it is a place suitable for retirement.

Lin Ye believes that young people are indeed not suitable for staying here, so they still have to go out and explore. If they fail and come back to retire, they can advance, attack, retreat or defend. If there is such a place, nothing will not happen.

"Lao San, who is this child?" A middle-aged man wearing camouflage uniform greeted Lin Ye's uncle. For those working in a wood processing factory, camouflage uniforms are equivalent to work clothes, and everyone wears them like this.

"My sister's child is staying at my house for a while." Zhang Jun introduced Lin Ye, and then the two sat on the same bench and started chatting. The scope was quite wide, no different from the bragging of ordinary people.

But the topic immediately shifted to sports. I can't tell that this big guy is still a sports fan or a relatively high-end football fan. Why is it said to be more high-end? Because football fans need very strong psychological endurance, the national team always loses. Although they entered the World Cup in Japan and South Korea, they began to be beaten back to their original form in the past two years. Lin Ye likes to watch basketball. Although compared with football, basketball is just a small sport. It only started to stay up late to watch football after 10 years, and only watch major competitions, not leagues.

But immediately he knew that he had misunderstood and heard this person talk about the European Cup that will be held in a while.

This sentence suddenly made Lin Ye, who was absent-minded, stiffen his body, triggering a vague memory in his mind. He was originally planning to buy basketball lottery because he knew that the Pistons were the championship this year. However, China has no basketball lottery yet. Because of this man's words, he remembered two keywords, "Greek mythology, one compensation of 81." The huge and messy memories of the keyboard politician themselves were extracted at this time.
Chapter completed!