Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao looked at the two old people with sad faces at the gate. Their wrinkled faces were filled with excitement and a hint of grievance. Dabao felt uncomfortable. He walked up to his grandparents and held one of their hands.

The old lady had been strong all her life, but when she saw her grandson, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Dabao wiped away her grandmother's tears and said softly, "Let's go. I've bought a house in the commune. It's quite big. My second aunt will live with us. Dajun and Daquan will also go to the commune to study. In the future, you can come back and stay for a few days whenever you want."

When my grandparents heard this, they were stunned. It is hard to leave one's hometown. Once you leave the place where you have lived all your life, even if it is not far away, you will inevitably feel a little lost.

Grandpa sighed, looking at the younger generation in front of him, looking at the rice and flour bags on the ground. It all seemed like a nightmare, but it was also very real.

Grandpa said to grandma softly: "Listen to our eldest grandson and go pack up." Grandpa's voice choked with sobs: "Let's... go!"

Grandma wiped the tears from her face, nodded, and went into the house.

Dabao turned around and glanced at the faces of the members one by one. His gaze was like a knife. No matter who he saw, everyone lowered their heads quickly.

Dabao looked at the dozen or so people scrambling for rice and noodles. They quickly forced smiles on their faces, showing Dabao their eight large yellow teeth...but no matter how you looked at them, that smile looked like crying...

At this time, several people squeezed into the crowd. They were the team leader of the production team, Qin Dagui, the former militia platoon leader and current militia company commander, Qin Dazhu, followed by the former village chief, Qin Qingrong. When the production team was established, Qin Qingrong was originally assigned the position of team leader.

But in the end, he was taken down by the team leader Qin Qingfu, and the accountant Qin Dagui was made the team leader. From then on, the rift between the two families began, and it even got to the point where Qin Qingrong would not even say hello to Qin Qingfu when he saw him.

Qin Dagui was sweating profusely. They had come from the village committee, which was also the production team. The team leader and the party secretary had gone to the commune for a meeting.

They came here as soon as they heard about it.

Dabao looked at them coldly, as if he were looking at a group of strangers.

"What's going on? Dabao, when did you come?"

Dabao glanced at Qin Dagui and said nothing.

Qin Dagui was confused. He had heard from others that his cousin was a capable man who had arrested the director of the commune. Now everyone in the commune was afraid of him.

Qin Dazhu saw this scene and he did not dare to step forward.

Qin Dagui looked at the embarrassed dozen people and the rice and flour bags on the ground. How could he not understand? His head was buzzing. These short-sighted guys didn't even care about their dignity in order to take advantage of others.

He took two steps forward and said with a lecherous look on his face: "Dabao, brother, don't bother with these blind people..."

Qin Laoqi refused to do it when he heard this. He didn't dare to take the lead and bear this responsibility.

"Qin Dagui, who are you calling blind? What's wrong with me? I just came to borrow some food from Master Shiqi. I didn't say I wouldn't return it.

Besides, lending is a favor, not lending is my duty, how could I be so blind? You have to explain it to me clearly.

"That's right. We all have the same ancestor and the same surname, Qin, so shouldn't we help each other? Besides, why should we be hungry every day while others eat rice and flour every day? Isn't it our duty to help our poor relatives?"

Dabao didn't say anything. He looked at the members. They were all talking in low voices, and they all said that what he said made sense.

Whether it was the 1950s or later, the moral kidnapping of "I am poor, I am right" was deeply rooted in people's bones, and the weak seemed to be born with a halo.

They always think, "I'm so poor, why don't you help me?" There are many people who take advantage of others and say it is justified.

You can't refute it, because almost everyone will stand on the side of the weak and the poor. If you refute it, you will immediately be accused of countless things. This is the meanness of human nature.

Dabao really wanted to say something harsh. He had been thinking about it for a while: he would cut off all ties with Qinjiagou from now on, and would not help even if someone starved to death here.

But when he saw his grandfather's wrinkled face, he swallowed his words back. He didn't want his grandparents to be sad, and he couldn't deny his ancestors just because of these ungrateful people.

Even though Dabao was feeling very suffocated, he had to endure it.

Dabao forced a smile and beckoned Qin Baozhong to come over.

"Baozhong, go home and pack your things. Then bring your wife and children to the commune police station this afternoon to see me. I'll arrange a temporary job for you there and make you a full-time public security officer within three years."

Qin Baozhong couldn't believe his ears. His blood rushed up and he almost fainted with excitement.

"Uncle Bao, is this true?"

Dabao patted his shoulder and said, "It's just a small matter, why would I lie to you?"

After saying that, he ignored everyone else and went into the house to help grandma pack up her things.

Qin Baozhong was so excited that he was stunned. His whole body was stiff. Almost everyone was envious of him, but he didn't notice it at all.

Suddenly someone tugged at his clothes. Qin Baozhong turned around and saw his father and mother. Their faces were so happy that walnut wrinkles appeared on them, but the words they said made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Baozhong, that's great! This is a great joyous event for our family."

"Yes, Baozhong, but Dad hopes you won't go and give this job to your younger brother. You see, you are the eldest brother, as the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, you should take care of your younger brother. Besides, you are married and have children.

But your brother is still single? If he gets a job, it will be easier for him to find a partner in the future. You gave up your job for such a great favor, how could your brother not be grateful to you for the rest of his life?

His mother also smiled and said: "Your father is right, Baozhong, people should be filial. People who are not filial are worse than dogs. Filial piety means listening to your parents. People who are not filial will be criticized wherever they go."

This is another despicable form of moral kidnapping. To be honest, it is even more disgusting than saying "I am poor, so I am right" or "I am poor, so I am glorious."

Baozhong's younger brother squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes shining, looking at his brother with great eagerness.

Qin Baozhong felt a suffocation in his chest, unable to escape or escape. He looked at his parents in grief and indignation. He really wanted to ask: "Why?" But he couldn't speak...

His father's face darkened: "What? What if you don't want to? If you don't listen to your parents, you are unfilial. If you don't take care of your brothers, you are unkind and unjust. Think about it, if you are unfilial, unkind and unjust, even your uncle Dabao will look down on you."

His father whispered, "Besides, you've got your uncle Dabao on your side now. If you give your job to your brother, he'll see how kind you are and maybe even give you a job."

Baozhong's face was still expressionless. He knew that his parents were partial to each other, but he never expected them to be partial to this extent. At this moment, he felt heartbroken.

His father's face darkened and he raised his voice: "Alright, alright, at worst your brother will give you five dollars a month for three years, that's all right, right? I'm the one who makes the decision. If you want to recognize me as your father, then let's do it this way!"

His brother smiled and said loudly: "I know, Dad!"

Everyone looked at Qin Baozhong. Qin Baozhong lowered his head, tears falling to the ground one by one. He nodded gently.

His father immediately burst into laughter: "Dad knew you were a filial son."

Qin Baozhong wanted to die at this moment...