Zheng Zeru's inspection schedule at No. 1 Middle School was very short, almost a glimpse, and there was nothing substantial. Even so, it made the leaders of No. 1 Middle School very happy. It is said that the Education Bureau also attached great importance to it. Previously, No. 1 Middle School applied for the maintenance of the school building without approval, and this time it was approved immediately.

The most proud person was Director Sun. Because Secretary Zheng's words "Good." made her feel happy for several days, and she felt that her career suddenly became brighter. The positions of principal and education director are not far away.

However, a month later, Director Sun was in trouble. She was first labeled as a historical counter-revolutionary and a rightist hidden within the people. Later, she was arrested by the public security organs and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. She was sent to the Salt Lake Farm for renovation. Director Sun died after a few years. Before her death, she kept writing complaint letters, saying that she was wronged and an outstanding people's teacher who had been received by Secretary Zheng. Of course, this is all a story.

...

A new grave was set up on the bank of the Huai River, with the owner's name "Chen Nan." engraved on it.

Hongyu comes to the grave almost every day. She owe this son too much and cannot make up for it before she dies. She always needs to make up for it after she dies. The poor mother brought the dumplings she made and a bottle of wine to the cemetery, put a lunch box of dumplings, a pair of chopsticks, and a wine glass, and said softly: "Child, my mother made dumplings today. Your brother has eaten twenty. How many can you eat? Let it go, and I will make them next time."

Suddenly, Hongyu noticed someone behind her. Looking back, she was a girl in her twenties, with a ponytail and Lenin outfit, and she was very beautiful. The red school badge on her chest had four words: Jiangdong University.

"You are Xiaonan's friend." Hongyu asked.

The girl held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her hand and shook her head and said, "I...I am his colleague, come and see him."

Hongyu said: "Child, my colleagues are here to see you."

The wind of Jiang was sobbing, as if it was Chen Nan's answer.

On the road far away, a Volga car was parked quietly. Zheng Zeru, the first secretary of the provincial party committee, sat in the car and looked at the old and young people in the cemetery. He was in a very complicated mood. He really wanted to go to the grave to snatch a stick of incense, but his identity was not allowed to do so.

"Let's go." Zheng Zeru said.

Volga drove away from the riverside, and the autumn wind rose again, and it was bleak.

...

Chen Nan is gone and life has to continue. Chen Zikun originally wanted to retire and return home, but Chen Jiao, the youngest daughter of the Chen family, graduated from high school and was admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University. In order to facilitate his daughter's life in Beijing, he still went to Beijing. Since his son's death, Liu Ting's spirit was almost broken and she recovered in the sanatorium for a long time before she improved slightly.

Xia Xiaoqing went to Jiangbei to live with her children and grandchildren, Lin Wenjing accompanied her daughter to Beijing, Jianbing still lives in Shanghai. She converted to Buddhism, ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name every day, and lived a very simple life.

In this way, Chen Yan was left alone in the No. 10 Fenglin Road official residence, and she did not go home without labor, often stayed in the medical school laboratory or in the single dormitory of the hospital for a night to avoid affecting her work.

Finally one day, a cadre from the Provincial Government Affairs Administration Bureau came to the door and asked to take back the use rights of No. 10 Fenglin Road. It happened that day that Chen Yan went home to get clothes. She asked in surprise: "This house was built by my family, why should you take it back?"

The cadre was embarrassed and said, "It's New China, there's nothing about your family and my family. The land and real estate are all state-owned. The small buildings on Fenglin Road are all public property in the province. They are registered. If you don't believe me, I'll show you the documents."

Chen Yan said: "But the house was built in the 1920s. New China was not yet established at that time."

The cadre said: "The houses on this street are all made by the Kuomintang enemy and are confiscated. You will always understand that way."

Chen Yan said, "Then I don't understand even more. The rebel generals and meritorious ministers live on this street. Are they enemies?"

The cadres couldn't argue with Chen Yan, so they had to leave in disappointment.

This matter was reported to Zheng Zeru, the first secretary of the provincial party committee. He ordered special matters to be handled and taken care of the rebel generals, so the house of Chen's family could be retained. So the house where Yan Su and his family lived next door was taken back and distributed to the new deputy secretary of the provincial party committee Ma Yunqing.

Chen Yan was watching her new neighbor move in her garden. The hostess of the house was very fashionable and young and beautiful. She directed the workers to move things. The babysitter took the children to play in the backyard. The little boy was quite cute and ran to the fence and looked at Chen Yan with his bright eyes.

"Hey, who are you?" the little boy asked.

"I am Dr. Chen, what's your name?"

"My name is Ma Jingsheng."

"Are you born in Beijing or Nanjing?"

The little boy did not answer Chen Yan's question, looked at the Chen family's big house and the more spacious garden, and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Mom, I want to live here."

The hostess is very busy, so she has no time to pay attention to her son.

Ma Jingsheng asked Chen Yan: "What level of cadre is your father? Why should he live in a big house?"

Chen Yan said: "Because this is my house."

"You are lying to others, you are not a senior cadre." Ma Jingsheng suddenly lost his temper, spitted at Chen Yan, and ran away. His mother happened to see this scene from the house and saw it. She didn't apologize to Chen Yan at all. She grabbed her son into the house, and glared at this side when the door was closed.

With such a neighbor, Chen Yan doesn't want to live home.

...

Jiangbei, Kushuijing Commune, Nantai County, Yang Shugen, who had been promoted to the county party secretary, came here in a gas jeep. As soon as he entered the gate, the commune secretary Li Huazi greeted him, and enthusiastically held Yang Shugen's hand and said, "Secretary Yang, all our members have long been looking forward to you to guide the work."

Yang Shugen wore a blue cloth Zhongshan suit, a baseball cap, and two pens in his pocket. He shook hands with Li Huazi with a reserved attitude and said, "Our Kushuijing Commune is a red flag for agricultural production in the whole county. It is also my hometown. If the county hadn't been busy with work, I would have come last month."

Li Huazi said: "Yes, yes, yes, Secretary Yang is in charge of all the work in the county, and he is busy with all kinds of things every day."

Yang Shugen said with his hands back: "The central government calls for a new agricultural production to be launched. Our commune cannot be behind. Of course, it is also compared with other counties and districts. In Nantai, we are the ones in our bitter well."

He said that, and gave him a thumbs up.

The cadres and the masses all laughed, their faces filled with pride.

Li Huazi said: "It's still early, I'll accompany Secretary Yang for a walk."

Yang Shugen said with great interest: "Okay, go for a walk first."

The farmland near the commune's station was growing well. Farmers were ploughing in the fields with white towels wrapped around their heads. When they saw the county leaders coming to inspect, they stood up and said hello.

Yang Shugen waved to everyone happily and asked Li Huazi: "How is the reaction of the people when the senior club was established?"

Li Huazi said: "That is absolutely supportive and absolutely agree. All brigades have opened large canteens, and they don't need to eat or go to the **. The people's enthusiasm is not enough to work, and they are more energetic than before."

Poplar nodded frequently: "Very good, very good."

Li Huazi looked at the sun and said, "It's noon, Secretary Yang, let's have a meal and try the food in our canteen."

Poplar raised his wrist and looked at the Inag Swiss watch on his wrist. This was still the work supplies assigned to the organization when sharing the money. The hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, and it was indeed time to have a meal.

Kushuijing Commune is the former Kushuijing Township, and each brigade is the former village. Each village has opened a large canteen and the whole village has had dinner together. However, the chicken, duck, cattle, sheep, and livestock in the villagers' homes have become collective property.

The commune station also opened a large canteen. The yard is full of tables, chairs, benches, and four large pots are placed in the window. Today's dishes are very rich, with pork stewed noodles, fragrant and shiny, and the big fat meat is trembling. If you don't eat them all, you will drool.

The staple food is white flour steamed buns. The steamed buns are as big as children's heads. Even if they are not enough, they can also be filled with wheat-corn porridge. Hundreds of holes are activated together in the yard, and the sound is the same as the feedlot.

Yang Shugen and his secretary and Gas car driver were arranged to eat in the house. The food was the same as the masses. Li Huazi took the commune women's director to accompany him, and everyone was very happy to eat.

The driver is a young man who has been demobilized and transferred to the industry. He has a lot of appetite. He has eaten one big steamed bun after another and has to get it. Yang Shugen glanced at him. Li Huazi hurriedly said, "Eat openly and take care of it. Under the wise leadership of the Party, our commune has a bumper harvest every year, and the grain is almost full of the village."

The women's director echoed: "Yes, you use fine grains for feeding pigs."

Li Huazi coughed dryly, stopping the Women's Director from further nonsense, and said, "Secretary Yang, do you have any important instructions to go to the countryside this time?"

Yang Shugen said: "Okay, you old Li, you can't hide anything from you. I do have something to do to ask you for help. Now the whole country is setting off a wave of steelmaking. We strive to double steel production next year, catch up with or surpass the UK, and our county cannot fall behind. We must focus on agriculture and industry, and we must be strong in both hands and contribute to the country."

Li Huazi was a little stunned: "We farmers don't know that when making steel."

The Women's Director asked in a vague manner: "Don't Beitai have a steel plant? Why do we still need to make steel?"

Yang Shugen said: "It is far from enough to rely on a large steel factory alone. The quick, good and cheap construction of socialism requires the whole people to take action. The central government proposed a small-scale policy of focusing on small-scale, focusing on soil, combining soil and foreign countries, and making steel from mass movements. I don't believe it. When we work people mobilize, we are not as good as the rightists who drink foreign ink in the Beitai Steel Plant."

Li Huazi said enthusiastically: "Secretary Yang, you said so well. After listening to your words, I am more motivated. If you don't say anything, please give me the order. Wherever you point, all the members of our Kushuijing will go. Secretary Yang, I will issue you a military order. I dare not say anything else in Kushuijing Community, and steel production is definitely the highest in the county."

Yang Shugen nodded with satisfaction: "I knew you were right to find Lao Li."

After the county party secretary left, Kushuijing Commune immediately launched a large-scale steelmaking movement. Li Huazi served as the commander-in-chief. Almost overnight, he erected three cubic earth blast furnaces in the village, found dozens of flat trucks, transported iron ore and coke, and started steelmaking.

But I knew that after the furnace was turned on, the tumor would not be able to be refined even with iron.

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