50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 55: 50 Years of Struggle

Fortunately, his godfather, Mr. Sun, and godmother, Aunt Chen, have been middle school teachers for many years and have a very comprehensive understanding of the new textbooks. With their guidance, he saved a lot of time.

Throughout the first half of 50, Sun Zhiwei focused his main energy on studying new textbooks.

Nannan is much happier. Aunt Chen treats her better than her own mother. Her brothers also love their sister very much and always think of her when they have good things.

Only the youngest, Little Radish, was the saddest. His mother, who loved him the most, fell in love with the new sister. He looked so aggrieved that even Sun Zhiwei felt a little sorry for him.

So, every time he came, he would bring some delicious food and fun things for the little guy to make up for the loss of maternal love. This time was no exception. He brought a jigsaw puzzle.

This tangram puzzle was not purchased, but he made it himself in his spare time. It was not complicated, just a few wooden pieces put together.

The wooden boards used are also waste materials collected from the Forbidden City. Because the colors are different depending on the source of the wood, the coloring process is also saved.

Old Sun saw it and said something to him: "Boys are not that delicate. Don't bring him things every time."

The little fellow was scolded so badly that he was ashamed, but he still held the tangram in his hand and stood there without daring to say a word.

Although Sun Zhiwei agreed verbally, he still winked at the little guy secretly. Meaning, let's do it secretly next time, and almost made the little guy laugh.

Old Sun saw it, but didn't say anything. Children have their own ways of getting along with each other, and he usually only needs to tell them once to keep their composure.

In early June, Sun Zhiwei successfully passed the early assessment and will be promoted to the first grade of high school in September along with the third grade students.

At 14 p.m. on the 5th, school was over on time, and the students in the compound got on the truck together and headed back.

More than 10 minutes later, just as the truck entered the gate of the compound, two loud noises were heard from the northeast. The car also shook violently, and the glass windows of the guard room next to it rattled for a while.

The truck braked suddenly, and the guards at the door and on the truck immediately took action. They immediately opened the compartment door and shouted to the back of the truck, "Children, get off the bus!"

All the children in the car came from the war-torn era. Although they had never been to the battlefield, they were able to react quickly to emergencies.

No one panicked, but immediately started jumping off the car. The soldiers below accurately caught the children one by one and sent them into the yard.

This is actually a wartime response method. In the past, we did not have air superiority, and when encountering an air raid, we had to get out of the car and stay away from the vehicle first, because the vehicle target is obvious and can easily become a bombing target.

The driver and the soldiers all thought the loud explosion was an aircraft bombing. They were experienced and immediately stopped the car and let the children get out to avoid possible danger.

Several guardsmen were relieved after escorting the children away from the gate, because they did not hear any subsequent explosions, alarms or gunshots, which meant that there was no danger nearby.

Despite this, the guards escorted the children back to the dormitory building before leaving.

Sun Zhiwei counted the days as he went upstairs, and carefully recalled his past memories before he roughly understood what was going on.

At the same time, he felt relieved. If he remembered correctly, this was probably a factory explosion, not an air raid.

When I returned to the house, Lao Zhang had not yet finished get off work. Now something happened again, so he would probably be back late.

Over the next few days, the air pressure in the compound soared, and additional guards were deployed at the gate. Every department was bustling with activity, and Lao Zhang was absent from home for several days, working overtime every day.

One afternoon a week later, Lao Zhang suddenly left work early, and Sun Zhiwei saw several neighbors coming home from get off work. They all had smiles on their faces, and they started chatting when they bumped into each other.

He got the news from Lao Zhang that the case was solved, it was not the enemy, but just a safety accident.

Although Sun Zhiwei already knew the result, he was still happy for them.

"Looks like you don't have to work overtime today. You haven't had a good rest these past few days. Go get some sleep. I'll bring dinner back and you can eat it when you wake up."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I can't stand it anymore. Go lie down for a while."

After saying this, Lao Zhang lay down on the bed with his clothes on, and soon he began to snore like thunder.

Sun Zhiwei found a small blanket to cover his stomach, then took his lunch box to the cafeteria to get food.

On his way back, he deliberately looked at the side door from a distance. The number of guards there had been increased to four a few days ago, but now it has returned to the normal number of two.

The changes in security levels at many important departments are like a barometer of the changing security situation in the surrounding area. Whether it is tense or relaxed, it is clear at a glance.

In July, the school started to have holidays, but the team members did not rest.

In the past two months, the team members have been running back and forth between Longxugou and the Forbidden City.

The Forbidden City is relatively easy to deal with. The most tiring cleaning work has basically been completed, and the rest is just helping with the restoration work, which is not very labor-intensive.

The Longxugou side is the dirtiest and most tiring. The silt and garbage accumulated over hundreds of years are nearly ten meters deep. There are so many flies and mosquitoes that they can carry people away, and the stench can make people faint.

But on the construction site with tens of thousands of people, everyone was working hard. The girls from the army's quick-speaking team were singing quick-speaking books with cheerful rhythm on the shore, and the workers passing by quickened their pace again and again.

If Sun Zhiwei had not gradually adapted to his new strength in the past few months, he would definitely not have been able to hold on in this environment.

Fortunately, the team took into consideration the young age of the students and only arranged three days in Longxugou and three days in the Forbidden City each week, leaving one day for everyone to rest.

Ordinary team members were fine; they could ask for leave if necessary, but Sun Zhiwei, as the team leader, couldn't be absent. He also knew that the team was training him, so he couldn't feel any resentment.

When he was digging the ditch in Longxugou, he knew that the people who participated most actively in this work were local residents and nearby farmers.

Because the project adopted the method of work-for-relief, the project budget was 693 million kilograms of millet. Many local poor people got a job in the project and received a lot of millet wages.

The nearby farmers had just acquired land and had no money to buy fertilizer. The silt from Longxugou mixed with horse manure was the best fertilizer.

Many farmers took the initiative to transport the silt back to the village, saving a large part of the cost of transporting the silt.

After working for about two months, after the summer vacation, Sun Zhiwei officially entered the first grade of high school.

Because both projects have not been completed, the team members will continue to do voluntary labor on the construction site every weekend.

At the end of November, the Longxugou project was fully completed, and in December the Forbidden City cleaning project was completed.

(End of this chapter)