Chapter 12 Section 12

People need the trust of others.To be trusted and supported by others, especially by a large group of people, will produce a powerful psychological force, urging people to work tirelessly for a certain public request, a certain desire, and a certain cause, and endure many hardships. The sufferings endured, even the sacrifices made at the cost of their lives, are not borrowed, willingly.Their heroic behavior often confuses those extremely self-interested people. Eighteen-year-old brother Cao Runsheng is dominated by this powerful psychological force at this moment.He rode a bicycle, drove over the potholed earth-rock road stretching along the root of the slope, passed through large or small villages, endured the biting cold of the sharp downhill wind, and vigorously turned on the flat and smooth road. Stepping on the pedals of the bicycle more quickly, he went to the township sand and gravel management station set up at the intersection of the three forks, representing all the farmers in Cao Village who scooped up stones, and negotiated for the sale of sand and gravel.

For the newly established laborers' association for fishing for stones, Runsheng will have to wait a whole long time. In a whole long time, he can fish out half a cubic meter of stones, worth two or three yuan.He knew this account in his heart and resolutely made the sacrifice.In order to sell stones in an orderly manner for everyone, and also to prevent myself from chasing down cars for selling stones in the future, sacrificing a day or even a day to please the driver is not worth it.For the first time, he was entrusted and trusted by so many Caocun fathers and brothers, and he couldn't bear it; those uncles and grandpas who were a generation or two older than him, those elder brothers or brothers who were his equal, actually treated him ——A young man who has just graduated from Wuli Town Middle School and came to the beach, with high hopes and heavy responsibilities, he feels fulfilled, powerful, and suddenly becomes an adult.

This strong psychological force helped him overcome the major obstacles hidden in his heart.He had secretly made up his mind that he would never enter the iron gate of the gravel management station again; now that Xiaolan had made another choice, he would ruthlessly cut off all contacts and emotional ties with her.Now, he has to walk through the iron gate of the wide concrete pillar again, maybe he will bump into Xiaolan, and if he bumps into him, he will have to say hello... He is for the vital interests of more than a hundred farmers in Cao village The person who came to visit the management station was straightforward and strong; he was not asking her to sell stones through the back door, nor was he begging for nothing to entangle her relationship with him.He pedals his bicycle like flying.The cold winter wind, even at noon, was still sharp, and his cheeks and ears were tingling with cold.

As soon as he arrived at the three-way intersection, he jumped out of the car. Despite being propelled by such a powerful psychological force, he still felt his heart beating faster and harder. Now that he met Xiaolan, how should he speak properly?He paused for a while, calmed down, and walked into the iron gate.By coincidence, Xiaolan was playing badminton in the yard, and her opponent was the young man wearing glasses.She had a good time playing and was so focused that she didn't notice him.Xiaolan is wearing a red down space suit, her fluffy hair is tied up from the back of her neck, and the ends of her tail are draped over her shoulders and back. When she jumps up and hits the ball, her hair is blown up by the wind, and when she lands, it looks like the tide fell on the shoulders.Her movements are graceful, jumping up and down, squatting down and jumping up, forward and backward, like a vigorous dance.After a good shot, her rattling laughter sounded.

Runsheng suddenly felt very awkward. Seeing her playing with him so happily and hearing her heart-pounding heart-warming laughter, he became jealous of the accountant of the gravel management station who wore glasses.He relied on his old man to get such a job that was not exposed to the sun or the wind and cold, and easily took his Xiaolan away. Runsheng didn't want to see her play badminton with him, and he didn't want to be in this kind of situation. When meeting her on occasion, he wanted to leave the door and come back later, but it was too late, Xiaolan had already seen him, she ran over with her racket in her hand, and greeted him nonchalantly: "Runsheng, come to the house." Sit down, have you had lunch?"

"I'm here to find your station master." He immediately explained the purpose of coming, trying to hint to her that he didn't come to find her.He said in a business-like tone that was unfamiliar to him, "Contact the station master about the sale of stones by the villagers of Cao Village." "The station master has gone home for dinner. Just wait a while!" The young man said impatiently, "Xiaolan, hurry up! It's ten to seven..." "Come and enjoy the fire in my room, wait a moment, the station master will come to work at two o'clock." Xiaolan was a little embarrassed to say.

"No, I'm going outside." Runsheng had already pushed the car, "I won't bother you anymore." "It's so cold outside! Where are you going?" Xiaolan said, pushing the racket into his arms, "Come and play!" With a heartbeat, he propped up the car, took the long-handled racket, stood on the other side of the net, and stared at the love rival standing opposite from the mesh of the net.He probably wasn't too happy that he replaced Xiaolan, and with an obvious disappointment, he tossed the white shuttlecock over listlessly. "Start counting!" Seeing the opponent's laziness, Runsheng couldn't help getting angry, picked up the ball from the ground, and said in a challenging gesture, "You kick off." He turned his head again and said to Xiaolan, "" You are the referee."

The young man with glasses was startled, stunned for a moment, smiled nonchalantly, and drove the ball over the net.Runsheng jumped up suddenly and hit a heavy kick. The white shuttlecock fell to the opponent's feet like a feathered arrow shot from the taut bowstring.His face turned slightly red, he quickly picked up the ball, and sent a tricky spinning ball, which floated behind Runsheng.Runsheng deftly turned around, turned his back to the net, scooped up the shuttlecock from the ground, and sent it across the net. The other side lobbed it lightly again, and the ball landed in front of the net. He picked the ball over the net and landed around the baseline. When the young man in glasses turned around to make amends, he stumbled and fell down.

Xiaolan giggled and counted: two to zero. When the young man with glasses got up from the ground, his face was pale with anger, his clumsy movements made a fool of himself, and he was in front of her again.He straightened his glasses, bit the corner of his mouth, and figured out how to drive the third ball. Runsheng stood casually on the field, looking nonchalant, but in his heart, there was a strong anger of revenge.He wants to completely get rid of his air of superior cadre and son.He's going to catch him off guard, exhaust him, and crush him.He wants him to make a fool of himself in front of her, he wants to completely defeat him... Even in the district middle school basketball league, his urgency to win is nothing more than that!At the end of the first round, Xiaolan was too embarrassed to laugh anymore, probably because she was afraid that the young man who was also very self-respected would be too embarrassing-the score was very different: fifteen to three.

"Again?" the glasses youth shouted, trying to save face. "Come on." Runsheng responded casually. At the beginning of the game, it was 5-0 again.The young man in glasses lost more and more anxiously, and the more he lost, the more angry he was. He looked almost annoyed, and sweat dripped down his cheeks.Runsheng became more and more proficient in fighting, and he was free and easy, and he had both ways.Seeing the other party's embarrassed posture, and glancing at Xiaolan also showing embarrassment, he couldn't bear to make the other party lose again.At this moment, Xiaolan shouted: "The station master is here."

Runsheng stopped the racket and smiled apologetically: "The station master is here, I should go to work. You guys play!" He handed the racket to Xiaolan. The young man with glasses said disappointedly: "Be willing to bow down..." "No! You are the actual winner." Runsheng patted him on the shoulder and said with a wry smile. The young man with glasses smiled resentfully, thinking that Runsheng was comforting him.Only Xiaolan understood the true meaning of Runsheng's words, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face, she turned her head, and said in a disguised way: "Station Master, someone is looking for you." Runsheng also took this opportunity to walk into his office with the station master. The station manager is a thin old man. Although he is a full-time station head of the sand and gravel management station, he is actually dressed as a pure farmer from head to toe, belonging to the kind of shrewd and capable farmer.I heard that he used to be the secretary of the party branch of a brigade in Yuanshang, but because of his age, he was replaced by a young new cadre. The township government arranged for him to take charge of the management station with only seven or eight employees.He is still used to smoking dry tobacco, and still used to squatting on a bench and talking with people.After listening to Runsheng's narration, he said straightforwardly: "That's good! Let's allocate cars to Cao Village to pull stones in a planned way, and you will sell goods there in an orderly manner, so that members of Cao Village will not come to the management station day and night. Find an acquaintance, ask for a car. This is a good thing!" "That's it, station master." After hearing the station master's words, Runsheng was very encouraged. Everything went smoothly and simply.From the old station master's blunt words, I felt the integrity of the veteran cadres in handling affairs, and I admired this capable old station master, "I will wait for you to send a car to Caocun... Thank you." "Go back and talk to the village chief and let him know that you have a labor union." The old station chief reminded him, "in case the village chief says he doesn't know..." "Should be." Runsheng stared at the old station master gratefully, "We should respect the leadership of the village chief..." After the matter was settled, he left and left the house. Before leaving, he told the station master that he could send enough cars to Cao village to... The first time I went out to negotiate official business, it went so smoothly. The eighteen-year-old brother felt very happy. In addition, he used a little skill to beat the superior rival to the ground. I felt relieved. The journey was smooth and I returned to Cao Village. Come. Village head Cao Zihuai, who is nearly fifty years old, sits on a simple sofa in his home and receives Cao Runsheng, a young man who comes to ask for instructions on work.He smacked a black cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and spoke with only half the corner of his mouth: "Go to the township government to ask for instructions! I'm not sure, what kind of organization is the 'Stone Fishing Association' you established..." Seeing the cigarette flashing up and down in the corner of the village chief's mouth, and the slow voice, Runsheng couldn't help feeling anxious, and hurriedly said: "Folk labor associations. A village in the north of the city is a professional chicken farming village. The villagers have established a chicken raising association, and the radio broadcasted it. Said it was a new thing..." "Newspapers and radio stations, if you put it differently every day, we won't be able to catch up!" The village head said lazily, "I have to rely on the official documents of my superiors. Radio and newspapers, I can only refer to them. What do you say? It’s a new thing, what if others say it’s an illegal organization? It’s time to eliminate the anarchism of the ‘Cultural Revolution’!” "This is a labor association!" Runsheng was puzzled, "Isn't it an organization like the 'Cultural Revolution' that engages in factional struggles!" "I'm not sure, I just said it." The village chief was still impassive. "I'm conservative and can't keep up with the situation. You should ask the township government! The township government has approved it, and I will follow the instructions of the township government." Runsheng stopped explaining and walked out of the door. The village head's indifference was unbearable.He walked out, pushed his bicycle, and went to the commune again. Wu, a deputy director of the township government in charge of township enterprises, answered his inquiry very simply: "You established such an association, which cannot be regarded as a factional organization during the 'Cultural Revolution'. However, you did it too late, Cao Village The village head just submitted an application at noon this afternoon. The brigade has already established a sand and gravel management organization, and the brigade can manage it in a unified way. If there is another association, it will become an overlapping organization, which will inevitably increase the burden on the masses. The current policy spirit is , to reduce the number of cadres, to lighten the burden on the peasants..." "I'm not trying to be a cadre." Runsheng blushed suddenly, and explained to Deputy Director Wu, "I said I don't want to be paid." "Forget it! Young man—" Deputy Director Wu patted him on the shoulder, "That's not what I meant." He didn't have the confidence to continue the conversation. The more he talked, the more he might get the impression that he wanted to become a cadre.He withdrew from the door and turned despondently on his way back to Cao Village. As soon as I walked to the village entrance, the village chief's slow voice was playing on the radio: "After the villagers' committee and the brigade committee met and studied, it was decided to set up a gravel management station in the village for unified distribution..." He couldn't hear the words after that. When the downhill wind blew down in the evening, Runsheng felt completely chilled from his back to his chest. "Runwa! Oh——" Runsheng turned his head numbly, and the uncle Changcai shook his head dejectedly, waved his hands, and said angrily, "The village chief's daughter-in-law has gone down to the river beach to run the sand and gravel management station in Cao Village! Why are you still doing this?" Everyone is talking about nothing! Oh...fuck the black feet..."