Vol 10 Chapter 3890: Night Interview (Part 2)

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　　 Juvenile actually—he was vigilant—worried about crying a tall young man and a bad guy—but when he heard this, he felt that the other party seemed to be very familiar with the situation in the Xiangshang District, and immediately relaxed his vigilance.
　　
　　 The children in the village have really few things to consider.
　　
　　 "Kang smoke must be hard," he snorted, pretending to be old-fashioned, "If you want to know the situation, then you come with me,,,, don't move, my big flower bites people."
　　
　　 "Haha," Chen Taizhong laughed again when he heard it, "I know, it bit people..., haha!"
　　
　　 The child was a little bit overwhelmed by Chen Taizhong’s smile, but after two steps, he could not help humming coldly when he heard the young man asking about the smoke-kang loan, pretending to be mature, and said, "That day, ghosts."
　　
　　 "All the loans have been given to related households?" Chen Taizhong asked in surprise, "Then I have to respond to the district."
　　
　　 "Oh, it's a long story", the young man sighed and stopped talking, as if imitating the vicissitudes of life.
　　
　　 He didn't speak, and Chen Quka hooked him to speak, "Your adult is also true, this night, sleeping by yourself, letting you come to see the tobacco field...a bit irresponsible."
　　
　　 "Big Flower screamed a few more times, you can't get out of this village", the boy snorted unconvincedly when he heard him say this, "My dad hasn't slept either. He is smoking cigarettes."
　　
　　 "Can he watch the tobacco fields while on the kang?" Chen Taizhong was really puzzled when he heard this, "Isn’t going to sleep anymore, do you want to keep the kang smoking?"
　　
　　 "We use Tukang", the boy sighed, "The electric kang can't be used, and the power is still cut off,,,,—,"
　　
Tukang is a kang that does not use electricity. At most, it uses a bellows occasionally. When there is no blower in the elderly, it is just like that. The electric kang in Beichong dialect is not purely using electricity without fuel. The difference is that there is one more. Blower.
　　
　　 Nowadays, most of the Yankangs in Beichong are electric kangs. This saves trouble, but the recent power outages have been so severe that everyone can't handle them. Many tobacco farmers use the old soil kangs to smoke the kangs.
　　
Tukang smoke is very hard. At first it was small fire kang smoke. The green leaves were hung in yellow and called the hanging color. This is better to say, when the color is fixed by the medium heat, you must always pay attention to the heat. At that time, you must pay special attention to the wind direction. When the wind direction is wrong, you must open the skylight to guide the wind. Once the wind flows back into the smoke kang, the tobacco leaves will be blacked out.
　　
　　 But when the fire is dry, it is even more troublesome work. To keep the fire burning, it can't be more or less. Usually at this time, it takes a few shifts to work really hard.
　　
The young man calmly introduced this common sense to Chen Taizhong, "My Yankang is now fixing the color for others. If I fix the color, I can go to the fire, but my dad said that the weather has been holding back the rain. You have to look at the wind direction and adjust the skylight at all times, and you can't look at the fields,,,, or if the tobacco leaves are dropped, the folks will have to scold to death."
　　
　　 "In fact, the level of tobacco leaf has little to do with your father," District Mayor Chen said with a smile, "The key is to have a good relationship with the purchase station...The current government is particularly corrupt."
　　
　　 "Yes, it's particularly corrupt", the juvenile nodded in a sophisticated manner, "My family's first-class cigarettes are set to be third-class.
　　
　　 Nima, we don’t have such a face slapper. Chen Taizhong is willing to humble himself, but when others say that, he really can’t stand it.
Where does your family’s first-level class become the third-level?

　　
　　 "It's in our county," the boy hummed coldly, "so five years ago, my family stopped growing cigarettes."
　　
　　 I took it off, Chen Taizhong's legs were soft, and he fell to the ground, Sao Nian, I asked you if anyone was downgraded this year, did you tell me five years ago?
　　
　　 "This is really too fucking", District Mayor Chen nodded and headed after he was determined, "There are more people growing tobacco this year, and there may be people in the district who are downgrading. I am investigating this matter."
　　
"They dare not this year. My dad said that there is a public notice booth in the district where you can file a complaint." The young man deliberately expressed his maturity. "My family has planted tobacco leaves again, indicating that tobacco leaves can be planted, hush... …,"
　　
After 　　hush, he stood there still, and Chen Taizhong also did not move. What do you mean?
　　
　　 stood for more than ten seconds, and the young man said in a puzzled manner, "I heard the sound of someone chopping cigarettes..., why don't you scream?"
　　
　　Chopping smoke is the dialect of Beichong, which means breaking the tobacco leaves. This sound is relatively loud, especially in such a quiet night, who wants to break the tobacco leaves down, the sound of "pop" is indispensable.
　　
　　 Before he could finish talking, Da Hua screamed lifelessly. A young man emerged from the tobacco field in front of him and said with a hippie smile, "Knock off two leaves, why are you staring at my field?"
　　
　　 "The old son won't worry about your family anymore", the boy spit, "You are a prodigal, two leaves are worth two cents."
　　
　　 "I smashed two stalks," the young man replied with a smile, "I am teasing you."
　　
　　"...Heng," the young man stopped talking, and quickly led Chen Taizhong to his smoked pot.
　　
　　 The boy’s father was sitting on a wooden pier and napping. He heard footsteps, glanced at the people coming, glanced at the smoke hole, yawned, and said in a daze, "Who is this?"
　　
　　 "He said it was bought by the district's apricot tobacco leaf", the boy took two steps away from Chen Taizhong, waved the stick, and showed a fierce look. "Honestly speaking, are you doing it?"
　　
　　Where can the district chief Chen know the same as a child, he walked up to the man and squatted down, "Tukang, harder than electric kang, right?"
　　
"This is not nonsense? Electric kang can use coal." The man looked at him half asleep, then looked at him again, then rubbed his red eyes, looked again, and asked tentatively, "It's Chen Qu long?"
　　
　　 "Well, it's me," Chen Taizhong nodded, "I heard that the lack of electricity has a great impact on the Kang smoke, so I took advantage of the coolness in the early morning to come over to find out the situation. Is the impact serious?"
　　
"It's not serious, it's not serious." The man figured out that he was in front of the district mayor, his waist kept wide, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he smiled and replied, "The smoker can collect cigarettes according to the grade. This is a great thing... a little hard work. What's that? We are the dealer."
　　
　　 The father and son really couldn't adjust their words. District Mayor Chen smiled, "They collect cigarettes according to their grades, which is what they should do. What a good thing? I heard someone has heat stroke because of kang smoking?"
　　
"Break tobacco leaves can also cause heatstroke," the man murmured disapprovingly, but after all he figured out what District Chief Chen wanted to ask, "Nowadays, there are a lot of people using soil kangs, and a lot of smoke kangs are contacting the generator, and some stop. Up."
　　
　　 "There aren't many big smoke kangs here?" Chen Taizhong asked again.
　　
"There is a little more in Xiaoling. Dongchazi is richer than Xiaoyi, and he has built a lot of kangs long ago." The man smiled and drew out a pipe. He originally wanted to pass it to District Chief Chen. I want to shrink back again, and whispered, "Without cigarettes..., it will be good if the kang is too big, so it saves the old time, but no one can stand the power out all day long."
　　
　　 "It's been more than a year, if our power plant has electricity, that's all right," Chen Taizhong nodded and stood up. This guy doesn't know much about it, so buddies should take a trip to Xiaoling.
　　
　　 The man hurriedly got up, walked back after sending him for a while, and took a look at his own kid, "District Chief Chen is a nice guy, and he came over in the middle of the night, just thinking that things are too simple.
　　
　　 "Yes," the boy nodded, agreeing with his father, "It won't be too late to make a big tobacco kang after the district has electricity. Besides, after two years in the cigarette factory, will it do bad things? Who knows?"
　　
　　 "Tukang is good," the father glared at him with bloodshot eyes, "You are thinking about being lazy all day..."
　　
Chen Taizhong didn’t get nothing from the conversation with the father and son. At least he saw the hard work of the tobacco farmers with his own eyes. What made him especially sighed was that people didn’t care about the lack of electricity, heatstroke or something. His only wish was to buy some points. When grading tobacco leaves, be fair.
　　
　　What a kind and honest people, the young district mayor heartily sighed that there are such people under his control. If you can't make a name for yourself, can you be worthy of them?
　　
Just thinking about it, he drove into Xiaoling, and the sky was faintly bright. When he passed a small village, he saw a woman sitting there not far from a smoking kang, stopped the car and asked. Only then did I know that this shop is only good at smoking. The tobacco leaves must be spread out to dry, so as to absorb the dew at three or four o'clock. Before the sun comes out, the tobacco leaves must be put away.
　　
I really don’t know which line to do. I don’t know which line of hard work. The woman is confused and is not interested in his problems. "The smoke kang stops a lot, and the smoke is called the smoke kang... You have eyes, you can’t look at it yourself. ?"
　　
"Then you rest, disturb," Chen Taizhong smiled, turned and left. The woman's words woke him up seriously. It was midnight when he came out, and now the Tianba scriptures are faintly lit up, smoking but not smoking~www. EbookFREE.me~ You can see it at a glance.
　　
Driving the car all the way, he looked all the way, the more he looked, the more worried he saw, half of the big smoke kang that he saw was non-smoke, and he felt more uncomfortable when he thought that the district had to borrow money to let the tobacco farmers cover the smoke kang: It was built this year and it is not available, but the loan interest is still available. What is this Nima?
　　
Just thinking about it, he drove a turn, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly saw two or three kilometers ahead, surrounded by a large group of people. He originally wanted to turn to Xiaoling Township and then back to the district. A kick on the accelerator, where was the place where the traffickers were blocked last time, at the junction of Huacheng and Beichong, what happened?
　　
In the blink of an eye, the car arrived. He got off the car and took a look. There were two or three idle men standing on the side of Beichong, holding their arms to watch the excitement. Within the boundaries of the opposite Huacheng, a road barrier was erected and nailed up with thick wood. There was still a barbed wire fence between them. Behind the roadblock, there were five or six agricultural vehicles, and two dozen people were fighting with wooden and iron bars.
　　
　　 "What's the matter?" Chen Taizhong stepped forward.
　　
　　 Those few were happy to watch, and they didn't even notice that the car was behind them. Someone turned their heads to see, "Ah, District Chief Chen,, this is the Huacheng people fighting by themselves."
　　
　　 "I said this roadblock, what's going on?" District Mayor Chen pointed at the roadblock, frowning and asked.
　　
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