Zheng Youcai decided to live here, so Gu Siwei helped move the bedding and other things here. Before moving here, he had to find someone to clean it, right?

However, Siwei was not snatched alive. Naturally, he was snatched away by Sun Laibao and his eldest son. The two men swept all the places they could.

Not only did they scan it, Sun Laibao also found out the areas that needed to be repaired, and said that he would organize manpower to repair these areas today and tomorrow.

After putting down the things, Gu Siwei returned to the boat and pushed his boat to the door of Sun Laibao's house.

Ma Chunya was a little confused and stood at the door looking at Gu Siwei with a confused look on his face.

Gu Siwei smiled and said: "Uncle Zheng won't eat today, I brought his rations to you."

As he spoke, Gu Siwei took out a small bag of rice from the cabin, as well as some bacon, canned food, etc., and a large net bag of various kinds.

"That much?"

Ma Chunya was dumbfounded.

"These are almost ten days' worth. As for the food, I won't give it to you. You can make up your own mind," Gu Siwei said.

"This rice portion is too much," Ma Chunya said.

"His meal is only four taels of rice, and the rest is considered as help money for you. Don't say anything else. Otherwise, if the old man finds out later, he might do something bad."

When Gu Siwei saw that Ma Chun was about to open her mouth, he immediately blocked her words.

However, when Ma Chunya carried this pile of things, she still had mixed feelings in her heart. Even to death, she did not expect that Zheng Youcai had such food. Maybe Gu Siwei's offer was a bit exaggerated, but with Ma Chunya's thoughts, Gu Siwei

The fourth dimension will not be much worse than this in the future.

Let's put it this way, from the first to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Ma Chunya's family did not have as much as she has in her hands for the entire New Year.

"Okay, I'm leaving, I have something else to do here."

After Gu Siwei handed all the things to Ma Chunya, he jumped on the boat again, pushed the boat to the door of the barn, anchored and landed.

Putting the loaded items on the back of the big mule, Gu Siwei and one mule set off towards the factory.

Sun Laibao put everything in order and took his eldest son home.

As soon as I got home and entered the room, I was surprised by what was on the table.

"Whose gift is this?"

Sun Laibao thought it was a gift.

Ma Chunya said: "This is for Uncle Zheng to eat for a week."

"So much? Good guy, that's not how we celebrate Chinese New Year every day."

As he spoke, Sun Laibao reached out and touched his pocket.

As soon as I touched it twice, my daughter-in-law slapped her hand off.

"Touch less!"

"Can't touch it?"

Sun Laibao smiled, turned around and looked at the door, and found several boys and girls in his family standing at the door with their heads stretched out, looking at the things on the table.

"Give……".

"Stop it, don't give it to me. This thing was given to Uncle Zheng by Brother Siwei. It is not our thing. I know you are greedy, but this is not our thing!"

As she spoke, Ma Chunya picked up the things in her hands, put them into a big basket, and then hung the big basket up.

"Get some for the children to try. They are all good things and the children have never eaten them," Sun Laibao said.

Ma Chunya said: "If we can taste a little now, we can eat a can in the future. From now on, every time Brother Siwei brings something over, we can eat it all! Let alone a little bit, not even a little bit!"

"You too"

"Go, go, go! Let's all play outside!".

Ma Chunya kicked all her children out, and then whispered to her husband: "You have to think about our children. Think about it, Brother Siwei spent such a heavy sum on raising Uncle Zheng, which shows that he has

How much do you value it? Our move is considered to be the right one."

Sun Laibao really hadn't thought about the problem from this perspective. Now when he heard his wife say this, he immediately cheered up: "You can see it clearly!"

Ma Chunya was a little proud: "That's natural! Ask the boss to go and see Uncle Zheng often, and be respectful when you see Uncle Zheng, including you!"

"I don't know about this either?" Sun Laibao laughed.

Ma Chunya said: "You know nothing."

Now the couple became even more attentive to Zheng Youcai, and they also respected Zheng Youcai even more.

The treatment Gu Siwei gave Zheng Youcai was completely based on his perspective decades later. How can the current bamboo craftsmen have such treatment? Every day they are struggling with whether to have enough to eat. When the opening comes, even if the craftsman is

There are good bamboo craftsmen available, so I guess I have to go to the factory to drive screws.

Gu Siwei initially wanted to use Zheng Youcai's skills for free. Just giving him some food and drink didn't mean he was free. But after getting along with each other, he gradually developed some feelings for each other. That's how people are. After getting along for a long time, they will naturally become more like each other.

With feelings, Gu Siwei also unconsciously raised Zheng Youcai's food standards under the influence of psychology.

Although Zheng Youcai remained silent and even quarreled with Gu Siwei from time to time, he became more and more serious about his work. He also put a lot of effort into teaching his apprentice Liu Dezhu. He didn't talk about Liu Dezhu's side, only about Gu Siwei.

On the Siwei side, Zheng Youcai was still grateful in his heart.

For Zheng Youcai, his craftsmanship was not worth much. Now that Gu Siwei had given such good conditions, wouldn't he die for knowing what he was doing?

People's concepts now are different from those a few decades ago. In a few decades, handmade things will become more and more valuable. People's concepts now are that mass-produced things are the best.

It’s not about who is right or wrong, but that understanding will change at different stages of social development.

Gu Siwei led the mule out of the village and walked for a while to a place where no one could see him. Gu Siwei naturally used his leaping technique and soon appeared on the side of the road leading to the county town.

I originally wanted to wait for a car to catch a ride, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't see a car. I saw a lot of donkey carts, mule carts and so on.

In the end, Gu Siwei had no choice but to find a place to take the bicycle out of the space and ride towards the county seat.

After arriving here, this was the first time Gu Siwei came to the county town.

The feeling he got when he arrived at the county seat was, well, that's it. The tallest building in the center of the county seat is still the post office. In addition to the post office, there is also a people's shopping mall, which is also five-story. On the cement exterior, in addition to the red five-pointed star above the head, there are

There is no other decoration besides the special font of People's Mall.

It was still early in the morning, so Gu Siwei stopped the car and walked around. He entered the mall first and found that there were very few things inside.

The area is quite large, but the variety and quantity of things are not as good as the stores over the factory. The reason is also very simple. Many factories over the factory are special supply units. In small counties like this, there are countless stores in the country.

Well, where did the good things end up here?

The only thing that made Gu Siwei happy was that there was a Xinhua Bookstore in the center of the county. After entering, he found that there were many books, but most of them were red books. It was difficult to find a serious novel, and the types of books were also limited.

Not many, unlike Gu Siweilai's era, where you couldn't roll your eyes as soon as you entered the bookstore.

Now these books are lying on the glass counter. If you want to read them, ask the salesperson to take them out for you.

There were few books and even fewer people. There were only two or three kittens like Gu Siwei in the whole store. Some salesmen simply lay down on the counter and fell asleep. It was quite ugly to sleep, and a large pool of water flowed from the corners of their mouths.

His mouth watered, and Gu Siwei felt happy watching it.

Feeling that there was nothing he wanted here, Gu Siwei was ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, he saw volumes of miniature books on a counter not far away.

In Gu Siwei's hometown, this is called a little book, but of course the official name is comic books.

Seeing this, Gu Siwei felt very friendly, so he walked towards the comic book counter.

I stretched my head and looked at the shelves at the back, and found that there were quite a lot of comic strips. Although they were all red stories, neither the painting skills nor the painting style could compare with the comics of the following decades.

Nowadays, the authors of these comic strips are all well-known artists, and some of them are masters of painting themselves. Only in this era can such painting masters devote themselves to painting comic strips. In a few decades, let alone these real masters

Yes, there are some clowns who claim to be masters. They grow their hair long all day long and carry a little girl with them all over the world. They have no time to improve their painting skills.

But the comic strips that could be published at this time were of excellent quality and style.

"Well, comrade, show me this volume."

What Gu Siwei is currently pointing to is a copy of "Liu Baotang" on the counter.

Hearing that Gu Siwei wanted to read a book, the waiter was stunned, but she reacted quickly, smiled, walked over, took the key, opened the cabinet door, and took out the comic book Gu Siwei wanted.

Gu Siwei took it in his hand and turned it over. When he finally looked at the small price, he found that it was twenty-one cents a copy, so he couldn't help but feel happy.

When the salesperson saw Gu Siweile, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, how many kinds of these little people's books do you have here?" Gu Siwei asked.

When the salesperson heard this, he asked very vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Judging from this stance, it was obvious that he regarded Gu Siwei as his enemy.

Gu Siwei quickly explained: "Our village wants to set up a literacy class, a knowledge class for poor farmers. I think this thing is very good, and I plan to buy a batch...".

Gu Siwei is talking about the train again.

After hearing this, the salesperson felt relieved and said, "I thought you were going to do something illegal."

Gu Siwei was speechless and thought: Sister, this is a bookstore, not a BIUBIU store. What kind of law are you violating? Even if it is illegal, there are still decades between illegal publications and you.

"We have many kinds here, more than 200 kinds, more than 500 volumes in total," the salesperson said.

"You know everything?" Gu Siwei was a little surprised. He was surprised that this salesperson's business was quite strong.

"Our Sister Xu is a model worker in the city. How can this be difficult for her?" said a younger salesperson next to her.

"As long as you speak quickly"

The Sister Xu in front of me said something to her colleagues.

Gu Siwei was right. If he wasn't a model, he probably wouldn't have this attitude. He was much more enthusiastic than others. Of course, he was also more vigilant.

"I don't know how much I can buy. I don't have much money now. Do you think you can give me two volumes of each?"

These words immediately shocked the salesperson.

"Two volumes of each?"

Gu Siwei thought to himself: It's 20 cents for a volume. If you don't buy it, you're still waiting to make soup. Not to mention anything else, just the names of the authors in the villain's book will cost you more than this amount.
Chapter completed!