With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming left his uncle's house and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to find Director Pei Lin. Pei Lin said that the supply and marketing cooperative did not sell coffins and asked Xue Ming to go to Guangming County Timber and Woodware Factory.

Finally, he found the coffin in the woodwork factory. When he asked about the price, which was 85 yuan, Xue Ming thought about it again and again but still couldn't bear to buy it. He would rather let Li Chuanying sell her body to bury her grandfather.

I rode my bicycle back to my uncle's house and said, "Uncle, please help me find a way to finish the coffin in two days. The finished coffin is really ridiculously expensive."

"That girl has nothing to do with you. Your grandma said she has a bad background. Why are you causing trouble for yourself?" Liu Jianqiang said seriously.

"She taught Xiaoling and Xiaoxiang their sewing machine skills. She once helped me find a lost wallet and recover a hundred yuan in losses." Xue Ming stared at his uncle.

Xiaoxiang is Liu Xiang, Liu Jianqiang’s daughter. Liu Jianqiang hesitated for a moment and gave his nephew the key to the house. “I’ll go find a helper and you can go find the wood. We’ll work overtime.”

"Thank you, uncle." Xue Ming left his uncle's house and entered the space to open his God's perspective. After his uncle left, he sneaked into his house and took out six pine trees with a diameter of [-] centimeters from the space.

These trees were cut down deep in the forest in his spare time. The thousand-year-old ginkgo trees in the space were reluctant to be given to Li Shanhe, who did not have such a high status in Xue Ming's heart.

Putting the wood in the yard and riding your bicycle home, the funeral is not a job that can be completed by one or two people, it requires at least seven or eight helpers.

Xue Ming returned to Zhaocun Brigade Headquarters and asked party secretary Zhao Tian for help. His daughter's sewing machine skills were also taught by Li Chuanying and she was currently working as a temporary worker in Guangming Textile Factory.

Zhao Tian, ​​who knew how to repay his kindness, decided to help. Xue Ming invited team leader Sun Yuhou and accountant Zhou Mengmeng in turn, and finally went to Zhao Molong's home to report the funeral.

Zhao Molong immediately took a bicycle to Li's house and lay down next to Li Shanhe's body and cried bitterly, "My old man, you finally don't have to suffer anymore, you don't have to suffer anymore..."

"Old man, please take care of Chuanying. I'm going to my uncle's house to make a coffin for Mr. Li." Xue Ming looked at Li Chuanying, whose face was ashen, and felt really uneasy.

Zhao Molong finally stopped his sadness and touched all his pockets to find three yuan, four cents and seven cents. "Here, kid, I only have so much for an old man like me."

"Help me take good care of Chuanying." Xue Ming took the money and rode to his uncle's house. The yard was filled with carpentry tools. There were five carpenters including his uncle.

Liu Jianqiang walked up to his nephew and whispered, "Comrades are all experienced carpenters and are willing to work overtime. We require 30 kilograms of wheat per person. Do you think it will work?"

Master Hao, who had a beard all over his face, said with sincerity, "Comrade Xue, don't think it's too much. Thirty pounds is for us to give you and your uncle face, and for anyone else, at least forty pounds."

"There is no problem with food, but we will have to ask the masters to help with the burial, because the deceased only has an unmarried 18-year-old granddaughter," Xue Ming said.

"He's a poor kid too!" Master Hao couldn't help but shake his head, "I didn't say anything, but I gave him the respect of the little inventor, and I helped him with this."

Carpenter Master Sun also said, "The threshing machine invented by Comrade Xue has saved me a lot of fatigue. I can help with this."

"Thank you everyone, but your team's collective cafeteria hasn't been built yet?" Xue Ming asked.

"It will take another month to complete the construction. I will take this opportunity to let the children at home eat some white flour steamed buns." Master Hao said.

After the conditions were negotiated, everyone started to work. There was the sound of saws everywhere. Xue Ming left his uncle's house to find a place to move in. He was now so poor that he only had food.

Weighed 150 kilograms of wheat into a cloth bag and left the space to go to the uncle's house to distribute food. Each person, including the uncle, had 30 kilograms of wheat.

"Comrade Xue was so brave that he gave us special grain." Hao Muggong was impressed by the golden wheat and gave a thumbs up.

"I don't want it anymore. I don't want any money or food. Our brigade is not allowed to open small stoves now." Liu Jianqiang was embarrassed to ask for his nephew's money in front of outsiders.

The other carpenters were very happy and worked harder. Xue Mingxin said that all my food was special food and there would be no substandard food for you.

Staying here can't help much, Xue Ming went to his grandma's house to visit his grandma.Guo Xiuhua fell into deep thought when she heard the news of Li Shanhe's death. After all, she was a contemporary and she couldn't feel better.

"My child, you did the right thing. As the saying goes, a person's death is the most important thing. Organizing Li Shanhe's funeral will not affect your reputation." Guo Xiuhua always uses loss to measure something.

Xue Ming smiled and said nothing. The so-called reputation is not important, what is important is to be worthy of one's own conscience.

"He saved my mother's life decades ago, and Chuanying is Xiaoling's master. I cannot stand idly by either emotionally or rationally."

"Yes, child, our family has been involved with that girl Chuanying. I'm worried that she will cause trouble for you in the future. Grandma has lived in vain all her life and can't see clearly the world." Guo Xiuhua fell into deep thought again.

Xue Ming couldn't help but be stunned. Grandma's intuition was really powerful. The relationship with Li Chuanying could only go so far, otherwise he would be attacked by young generals in a few years.

Of course, Xue Ming doesn't believe that the relationship between the two will go further. As a non-marriage person, he doesn't want to get married in his life, and space is his natural grave.

Guo Xiuhua suddenly asked, "Son, tell me the truth, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly? I don't want to get married in this life." Xue Ming told the truth.

"You want to piss your mother off to death?" Guo Xiuhua still had a kind face, "My child, no matter what kind of girl you marry in the future, I will support it, except for girls like Chuanying who come from a bad background."

The grandfather and grandson chatted until dusk when Xue Ming helped his grandma go to the Liucun canteen to eat. They could smell the aroma of pork from a long distance away, and countless people chatted happily while queuing.

When I walked into the cafeteria, I saw an eye-catching slogan: Eat for free and work hard to produce. The chef kept making rice for people, including pork stewed vermicelli, spicy and sour cabbage and white flour steamed buns.

There was laughter and laughter everywhere, men, women, old and young eating meat with open bellies. It was a collective big pot meal, and it looked like heaven and earth.

"Isn't this food so good?" Xue Ming was not only shocked, but also shocked. How long can such a "grand occasion" last? What will you eat when the stock is gone?

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Xue Ming turned around and saw Liu Yunqi, Party Secretary of Liucun Brigade, and Liu Neng, Captain of Liucun Brigade.

Liu Neng smiled and patted Xue Ming on the shoulder, "Comrade Xue is not a member of our brigade and should not eat in our canteen. Comrade Yunqi, are you right?"

"Captain Liu misunderstood. I didn't come here to eat. My grandma's legs are not convenient for me to accompany her." Xue Ming really doesn't like their pork stewed vermicelli.

Liu Yunqi's eyes flashed with cunning, "Comrade Xue Ming can eat meat if he wants, as long as you agree to one condition?"