Reborn in 90, I am a migrant worker in crushing mines

Chapter 259

Zhang's father is more familiar with this area, and it is just such a street, everything is easy to find, and he soon found someone who works, bringing his own bricks and cement. After negotiating the price, everyone is back on the road.

At this time, people are sincere, and they will not ask for a high price because you drive a car, and he will ask for how much money he usually wants, and he will not ask for more. Earning money is about peace of mind.

"You go to the back, this grind. Dad Zhang glanced at Zhang Tiejun with disgust and asked him to follow behind.

"I'm not afraid that you won't be nervous if you haven't walked the mountain road, that foot of oil will either go up the mountain or down the river.

"Am I so useless to think about it for a day.

"Anyway, you go back, let's be steady, slow down, what are you afraid of? "

Fuck off, go to the back. Dad Zhang glared at Zhang Tiejun and got into the car.

So Zhang's father led the way in front, and he drove his small four-wheeled with cement bricks and water to follow behind, and Zhang Tiejun pressed the formation.

There were four of them working, and they squatted on the body of the tractor and couldn't get into the car, for fear of getting the car dirty. Don't look at it as a tractor, it's no slower than a sedan on a mountain road.

It's just too up-and-down, Zhang Tiejun followed behind and the three buddies on the tractor body hurt their butts. Half a foot high. This side is a gravel defense road, which is not so peaceful.

The tractor burst out of black smoke for more than ten minutes, and finally arrived at the place.

Those three people came to carry things and dig pits, and they had to carry bricks and cement to the grave on the hillside like water, and they had to climb four or five hundred meters, which was still quite tiring, and they had to go back and forth several times.

Zhang Tiejun's grandfather is much better, basically flat land, just on the opposite side of the mountain roots, on the edge of Daejeon.

On the opposite side of the road is a slope four or five deep, and the roadside is planted with neat black locust trees, and in summer, the whole side of the road is a tender yellow and snow-white, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

In the neat row of locust trees, a few people parked on the opposite side of here, there is an abrupt walnut tree, standing tall on the edge of the locust tree, and a hawthorn tree can be seen under the walnut tree.

Looking north from the walnut trees, the slope under the roadbed stretches past the edge of the fields lined with plum and apricot trees.

There is a path that starts under the walnut trees and goes down the slope through the vegetable fields to the small river at the bottom of the opposite hillside. The old lady stood under the walnut tree, holding the big tree with one hand, and looked at the path in a daze.

This is where the old lady once lived, and she spent twenty-six years here, and this path was originally dug out by her and the old man.

Now the old house is gone, the road is still there, and there is a bend in the path at the bottom of the slope, where is the old lady's vegetable cellar, which has half collapsed.

This vegetable field was the old lady's own land, and it was also the paradise where Zhang Tiejun played when he was a child.

This piece of walnut trees, hawthorn trees, plum trees, apricot trees, apples, cherries, and pear trees were all planted by the second grandfather one by one, just so that Zhang Tiejun could eat fruits. There is also an apple pear tree by the river in the far north.

Zhang Tiejun stood beside his grandmother and watched with her.

Zhang Tiebing didn't live here when he was a child, and he didn't feel anything, Zhang Tiejun was different, his entire childhood was spent here, every grass and tree was very familiar, and he had too many memories.

There was his sweat everywhere on the big walnut tree, and the cotton thread from his clothes hung on every thorn of the hawthorn tree. Because climbing trees is not less beaten.

The old lady doesn't look thin, it's not hard to fight people at all, and the little broom pimple is fast.

He grew up here, ploughing the ground and sprinkling seeds in the spring, weeding and catching insects in the summer, digging potatoes and picking beans in the autumn, and going up the mountain to cut trees and chopping wood in the winter.

Catch grasshoppers, catch toads and catch dragonflies, pick mountain vegetables and mushrooms, hunt walnuts to find hazelnuts, go up the mountain to set rabbits in winter, look for foreign spicy in the mountains in autumn, climb trees and dig bird eggs in spring, and chase butterflies and weave horse lotus stacks in summer.

Every day, sweat mixed with tears from broom pimples, full and steady.

"The old four families on the other side are still there. The old lady said: "How many households are there in this ditch?"

"I don't know," Zhang Tiejun looked over there: "It should be a few of them, it turns out that there are seven families in total."

The old lady looked back at the side of the road: "The old Jin family doesn't know if it's still there, and the old lady Jin is afraid that they are all dead, she is more than ten years older than me." "

Mizoguchi's two families have moved away, but the house is still there. Zhang Tiejun pointed over there.

"People are brick houses, like our house, just a straw canopy, even if it is not demolished, it will be rotten. It's been seven or eight years. "

Grandma, do you want to be here?" Zhang Tiebing squatted there to pull weeds and played, and looked up and asked.

"I don't want to. The old lady looked at the location of the house below: "What is there to think, I am tired and poor, and I can't eat." What do you want it for? There's nothing to think about.

Zhang Tiejun smiled and shook the old lady in his arms.

Can you not think of it, the memory of twenty-five or six years, it's just that her memory is not so beautiful, it is the most difficult day of her life.

The best years of my life are wasted here.

......

The task of erecting a monument is not difficult, but it takes time to carry things up the mountain.

It was not until noon that the monument of Zhang Tiejun's grandparents was erected. Zhang Tiejun asked Zhang Tiebing to accompany his grandmother below, and he went up the mountain to kowtow a few times and burn some paper.

Those who work bring dry food and water, that is, steamed buns and pickles, and they all work in the countryside. The four of them got together on the tractor and took a break, and the five members of the old Zhang family drove back to the town for dinner.

Eating at the state-run restaurant that Zhang's mother has never forgotten since she was a child can be regarded as a fulfillment of Zhang's mother's thoughts.

In the afternoon, the work was fast, and the tractor could arch all the way to the edge of the ditch, which was only 30 meters away from the grave of Zhang Tiejun's second grandfather, and beyond the ditch was a small forest planted by the second grandfather, and the graves of him and his brother were on the edge of the forest.

After more than an hour, the monument was erected, and Zhang Tiejun paid.

Dad Zhang and Zhang Tiejun worked together to take care of the surroundings of the two tombs, cultivated some soil, and burned paper money to kowtow. The old lady also came, and stood there looking at the grave in a daze. Didn't speak.

It's been a few years since people left, and that bit of longing and sadness has faded.

Zhang's mother had red circles in her eyes, and she didn't cry with tears, for fear of affecting the old lady. Although he is a stepfather and his family is poor, he raised Zhang's mother and provided her with school, which is no different from his own child.

In order to support Zhang's mother, the old man didn't have children himself. In those days...... The bark is not enough to peel, where do you dare to have another mouth.

"Okay, it's a matter of mind, now that I have a car, I'll come and worship every year in the future. Zhang's father patted Zhang's mother: "Pack up and go to the fort, I haven't come back for so many years, take a look."

Zhang's mother sniffed and reached out to hug the old lady: "Mom, let's come here every year in the future, okay?"

The old lady nodded, looked at the two graves, and the trees behind the graves that were already more than ten meters high: "This forest was planted by your father and your uncle, and they have grown so tall."

"That's not high, I was in junior high school when I first started this tree, how many years have it been."

Zhang's mother looked up at the tree, her mood adjusted, and she pulled the old lady out: "Let's go, Mom, let's go to the castle for a walk."

Who do you want to see?" "No," the old lady looked at her feet and followed her daughter out, "Who do you see? I have forgotten it for so many years, and no one has seen it." "

When she was here, because she was an outsider and had a bad composition, she was often bullied, and she didn't have a very good impression of most of the people in the fort.

There are only seven families in Nangou, and she occasionally has a little contact with these families, basically living in seclusion as soon as the courtyard gate is closed, planting her own land and eating her own food.

In the countryside, after the package is delivered to the household, everyone lives a self-sufficient life, if you don't want to interact with other people, it is really a self-unified courtyard gate, and nothing will be affected.

Besides, Nangou is more than a mile away from the fort, and it's really too lazy to move around, and it's okay, it's tiring enough to work all day long, and you can only go to have a fun when you show movies or social dramas.

A few people helped the old lady through the bumpy mountain road, across the ditch, and back to the road. Get on the bus and turn around and enter the fort.

The fort is not big, it is called Zhangjiabao, and it is the old house of Zhang's father's family...... It turned out that the mountains and land here were his family's private property, until they were divided in the past five years, and the house was also smashed.

Many things are indiscriminate, and there is no place to reason, it can only be said that it is the trend of the times. Compared to those who were later involved in public-private partnerships, this is considered lucky.

The two cars entered the fort along the dirt road, and the old lady said that she would not look at anyone or anyone, and when she drove over, she would lie on the window and look here and there, and she recognized each family.

The car was parked under a large willow tree in the center of the fort. This big willow tree is a few years old, and when Zhang Tiejun was not yet a dog, it was already more than ten meters high, and it was more than ten meters high, covering the sky and the sun.

Zhang's father also climbed when he was a child.

The family got out of the car, stood here and looked around, compared with a few years ago, it was a bit of a big change, at that time it was all black grass houses, now it is all red brick and tile houses, and many people have built courtyard walls.

"Ouch, I don't know each other anymore, it's been almost ten years. Dad Zhang sighed.

"The house has changed a lot," Zhang's mother said, "Isn't that still who's house, and the place can still be moved?"

Zhang's father laughed, he never refuted what Zhang's mother said, anyway, he listened to it, and it was not a matter of going online.

"Where are we going?" Zhang Tiebing didn't know where this was.

"Go to my master's house first, now he is the oldest in the fort. Zhang Tiejun helped the old lady and pointed to the halfway slope in the center of the fort.

It was the ancestral house of the Zhang family, which was originally built to prevent beards from being a stone fort with a courtyard wall sentry tower, which was later smashed and replaced with a grass house, and it was also one of the few grass houses left in the fort at this time.

It is said that when it was smashed at that time, many of the people who did it were people who survived by the protection of the stone castle.

Many people don't know that although the country was founded in 49, the war was fought until the early 60s, with the northeast and southwest being the most serious, which is why 110 in the 90s was still called a bandit policeman.

In fact, in the nineties, there were still many uncontrolled areas in the northwest and northeast, and later they were naturalized little by little.

"Let's go, Tie Jun is right, go see your uncle first. Zhang's mother gathered her hair and tidied up her clothes, and took the lead and walked towards the fort: "Who can't see it, it's far away, do you hear it?"

Zhang Tiejun glanced at it twice, and knew one of them: "That's my uncle's little star, right?"

He couldn't remember that the child was only three years old when the old lady moved away, and he was eleven at this time, and the change was quite big.

Zhang's father was not rich in the past few years because he was on the day shift, and he didn't come back all these years, but the relatives here during the New Year's holidays would go over and walk around, send some mountain goods, and then come back with some money and things.

It's all adults who go, and no one will take their children with them, for fear of causing trouble. Besides, I have to carry things. In the middle of the train, you have to reverse, and a toss is a day.

In fact, it is less than 70 kilometers, which is the helplessness of the big mountainous area.

"It's not, it's just," Zhang's mother looked at it and laughed: "Tie Jun has a really good memory." Little Star, come here. "