Rebirth of the Industrial Tycoon

Uncle Zhou used to be a worker in a machinery factory and just retired last year.

However, after retirement, Uncle Zhou did not have time to rest. Because his grandson is going to preschool this year, taking his grandson to school has become a very important daily task for Uncle Zhou.

Those who have attended the sixth grade of elementary school may be unfamiliar with the term "preschool".

Those who were promoted to junior high school in the fifth grade of elementary school probably all attended this preschool.

In 1986, the state promulgated the "Education Law" and began to implement nine-year compulsory secondary education.

However, the primary school at that time was a five-year school system, and the junior high school was a three-year school system, adding up to a total of eight years, one year less than the prescribed nine-year school system.

Depending on whether the extra year is added to primary school or junior high school, different places have different practices.

In some places, this year is added to primary school, which becomes six years of primary school, and in some places, this year is added to junior high school, which becomes four years of junior high school.

Therefore, in the early stage of the implementation of the nine-year compulsory education, the May 4th school system and the June 3rd school system coexisted.

Until 1991, the Ministry of Education promulgated the document "Opinions on Improving and Strengthening the Management of Preschool Classes", which was officially established since then. " exists in the form of.

At that time, preschool was a compulsory education for six-year-old children. The main purpose was to cultivate children's study habits and prepare them for entering primary school.

In fact, most preschools are learning the content of the first grade of primary school. After entering elementary school, you have to learn these contents again.

Later, the country carried out reforms again and established the sixth grade of primary school, so the preschool classes in compulsory education did not need to continue to exist, and the preschool classes in public schools were also cancelled.

Nowadays, preschools are all set up by kindergartens. Many kindergartens open preschools to teach children primary school courses in advance, so that children can win at the starting line. Many children in the kindergarten preschool can even be exposed to the content of the second and third grades of primary school.

Six-year-olds have just started preschool and of course need to be picked up. In order to pick up and drop off his grandson, Uncle Zhou came to the mall specially and planned to buy a tricycle.

As soon as they arrived at the area where bicycles and motorcycles were sold, the salesperson greeted them warmly: "Uncle, do you want to buy a bicycle or a tricycle?"

"Buy a tricycle,

Pick up the grandson! Uncle Zhou had a smug expression, as if he was showing off that he had a grandson. Then he continued: "I'm an old man with old arms and legs, so I'd better ride a tricycle. "

The salesperson immediately said: "Master, there is an elderly moped over there. It is a new product and can be used to pick up children. Would you like to take a look?"

"Elderly moped? It sounds like it's for the elderly!" Uncle Zhou nodded with interest, then followed the salesman to Sanbengzi.

"Uncle, there are many styles of mopeds for the elderly like us!" The salesman began to introduce.

After listening to the introduction, Uncle Zhou couldn't help but say, "What kind of elderly moped, isn't this a three-wheeled motorcycle?"

"It's different. Ordinary three-wheeled motorcycles, how can there be such a shed at the back? This elderly moped is different. There is a rain-proof shed at the back. If you sit inside, the wind won't blow, and the rain won't catch you.

If it rains, you go to pick up your grandson from school, and your grandson will not be drenched in the back! And in winter, with this shed, it may block a lot of wind, and your grandson will not be frozen.

In addition, look at this seat again, the bottom is with springs, and it is not disturbing to sit on it at all! You ride this kind of car to pick up your grandson, your grandson can also sit comfortably! ' the salesman explained.

Uncle Zhou nodded in agreement, picking up his grandson from school and leaving school, if it can keep out the wind and rain, it must be much better than a convertible tricycle.

In order to protect his grandson from the sun and rain on the road, Uncle Zhou decided to buy a three-bumper.

...

Uncle Zhou rode his newly bought three-bumper to send his grandson to school.

Watching his grandson walk into the school, Uncle Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and then planned to go home.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman came over.

"Master, how much does it cost to go to the People's Hospital?" the middle-aged woman asked in a hurry.

Uncle Zhou said in his heart, I can't see that I'm here to take my grandson to and from school, and I'm not soliciting customers to make money.

Just when Uncle Zhou was about to say no, he heard the middle-aged woman take the lead in quoting: "Uncle, for one dollar, do you want to go to the People's Hospital?"

Hearing that there was a dollar, the words that Uncle Zhou refused, swallowed it again.

"This woman is going to the People's Hospital, either to see a doctor or to visit a doctor. Seeing her appearance, she is very anxious. Maybe someone at home is hospitalized, so she is rushing to the hospital! I'll give her a ride!"

Thinking of this, Uncle Zhou pointed to the carriage at the back and said, "Get in the car!"

A moment later, Uncle Zhou brought the middle-aged woman to the People's Hospital.

"I'm also kind-hearted and willing to help others. If it were someone else, I might not be willing to send you here!" Uncle Zhou thought so, and put a dollar in his pocket.

Then Uncle Zhou started three jumps and planned to leave, and two more young people came over.

This is a man and a woman. The woman's face is haggard and looks like she is recovering from a serious illness, while the man is carrying a luggage.

Uncle Zhou instantly saw that the two should be patients who had just been discharged from the hospital.

I saw the man approached Uncle Zhou and asked, "Master, how much does it cost to go to the bus station!"

Uncle Zhou didn't specialize in pulling people and carrying passengers, and he didn't know how much it should cost. He remembered the one dollar that the middle-aged woman gave him just now, and he stretched out a finger and said, "One dollar!"

"Okay, master, then please take us to the bus station." The man said, and helped the woman into the car.

Soon after, Uncle Zhou sent a man and a woman to the gate of the bus station.

Watching a man and a woman walk into the bus station, Uncle Zhou secretly said in his heart, "I am also kind-hearted. I am willing to help others. I think it is not easy for you to come to see a doctor from other places, so I sent you here!"

At the same time, Uncle Zhou put a dollar into his pocket with tears in his eyes.

However, before Uncle Zhou had time to leave, someone else came over.

"Uncle, how much does it cost to go to the post office?" the man asked.

"One dollar." This time, Uncle Zhou's answer was much more straightforward.

...

Uncle Zhou's wife came out of the kitchen and looked at the clock on the wall, it was past twelve o'clock.

The old lady was slightly startled. Ordinarily, at this time, the grandson had already left school, and Uncle Zhou should have brought the child back.

"Lao Zhou hasn't come back yet, did something happen on the way!"

Thinking of this, the old lady was a little worried. She immediately went to the canteen downstairs and dialed a pager number with a public phone.

This pager number is not Uncle Zhou's, but their son's.

In those days, ordinary people would definitely not be able to afford a mobile phone, and it would be nice to have a BP machine in general.

As for the elderly like Uncle Zhou, naturally there is no need to be equipped with a BP machine, so my wife can't find Uncle Zhou when she wants to find him, so she can only ask her son for help.

After a while, my son called back.

"Mom, do you have anything to do with me?" the son asked on the phone.

"Son, your dad went to pick up Yangyang, but he hasn't come back yet!" the old lady said.

"Didn't Yang Yang leave school at half past eleven? It's almost half past twelve, why haven't you gone back yet?" The son was shocked and immediately asked, "When did my dad leave?"

"It seems that I went to see Yangyang in the morning and never came back. Did something happen to him?" the old lady asked anxiously.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll go to Yangyang School now." The son said and hung up the phone.

After another half an hour, I saw my son came back with his grandson.

Seeing that her grandson was all right, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief, but Uncle Zhou didn't come back together. The old lady immediately asked, "Have you found your father?"

The son shook his head: "I didn't see it. Yangyang said that my dad sent him there in the morning, and he didn't come to pick him up at noon. When I went to his school, he was crying alone in the classroom!"

"Then where is your dad going? Could it be that he encountered a bad guy?" The old lady continued in despair, "Why don't we call the police!"

...

At the same time, Uncle Zhou had just brought in a guest who was going to the No. 1 Experimental Elementary School.

"Master, please hurry up, I will rush to pick up the child." The guest said.

Uncle Zhou nodded and said in his heart: "That is, I have a good heart. Seeing that you are in a hurry to pick up the child, I will give you a ride by the way..."

While thinking in his heart, Uncle Zhou continued to chat, "How old are your children and what grade are they in?"

"Eleven years old, in the fourth grade. They are all big kids, so I didn't need to pick them up, but this is just the beginning of school, so I'll pick them up." The man said.

"I also have a grandson, who is six years old this year and has just started preschool." When Uncle Zhou said this, he suddenly stopped.

At this time, Uncle Zhou finally realized that he hadn't picked up his grandson from school yet!

...

Uncle Zhou rushed to his grandson's school and learned that his grandson had been picked up.

So Uncle Zhou hurried back home to participate in the family criticism meeting.

The object of criticism is naturally Uncle Zhou.

The wife and son scolded Uncle Zhou for a long time, making Uncle Zhou feel ashamed.

"After you send Yangyang to school, it's after eight o'clock. It's fine if you don't come back right away. You're still wandering outside, and you forgot to connect with Yangyang after school! Say, what are you doing! Are you looking for it? Are those indifferent women gone?" My wife stared at Uncle Zhou angrily.

"How dare I! I'm just a retired old man. If I want money but no money, and I want power but no money, how can there be a woman who can look up to me!" Uncle Zhou continued with aggrieved expression: "I have a morning I'm not idle, I'm doing good things!"

"Do good things? What good things can you do?" The wife said with a look of disdain.

Uncle Zhou had no choice but to explain: "I just sent Yangyang to the gate of the school when someone came over and asked me to take her to the People's Hospital. I guess this person must be someone in the family who had an acute illness and was in a hurry to go to the hospital, and then I took her to the hospital. She sent it over.

Then at the entrance of the hospital, there was a young couple who came to see a doctor from the county below. They had just been discharged from the hospital. It was not easy for people from other places to see a doctor. I thought they were pitiful, so I took them to the bus station. Then I met another man who was going to the post office..."

Uncle Zhou began to explain the good deeds he had done all morning.

Next to him, Uncle Zhou's son said, "Dad, it's okay if you are helpful, but you can't forget about your grandson! When I went to school to pick up Yangyang, their entire class had already disappeared, and only Xia Yangyang is crying there alone!"

"That's right, people are not related to you, so you can't throw your grandson aside in order to help others!" The wife said.

Uncle Zhou hesitated for a while. He originally planned to keep the money earned from soliciting customers as private money, but now he can only confess the situation.

So Uncle Zhou said, "I didn't help me in vain, I took the money."

"You are too embarrassed to say that you are helping people when you receive money? I think you are losing money!" The wife snorted coldly, and then asked, "How much did you charge?"

"Pull a trip to collect a dollar." Uncle Zhou replied.

My wife was stunned for a moment, and said, "You said just now that you have helped more than a dozen people, right? That means you charged more than ten yuan?"

Uncle Zhou had no choice but to answer honestly: "There are twelve in total, and I received twelve yuan."

"I made twelve dollars in one morning? That much?" The wife and son were surprised at the same time.

According to this calculation, you can earn at least 20 yuan a day, and that is 600 yuan a month, which is higher than the pension of the old couple.

"Where's the money?" the wife asked immediately.

Uncle Zhou had no choice but to take out the twelve dollars he had received with tears from his pocket, while his wife snatched it away.

My wife counted the money, then pointed to the leftovers on the table, and said, "Hurry up to eat, after eating, send Yangyang to school, and then go to the hospital, the station where there are many people, and see if anyone wants Get in the car!"

Since then, the retired worker, Uncle Zhou, has returned to work, driving three times a day, and going to hospitals, stations and other places with many people to pick up people and carry passengers.

...

There are rice, peanut oil, instant noodles and other foods in the back of the minibus.

There were a few people in the front row, some from the Civil Affairs Bureau, some from the Disabled Persons' Federation, some from the Poverty Alleviation Office, and some reporters.

One of them said, "Director Gu, the household we're going to next is named Li Zhihua, 41 years old this year, and he was also a worker, but he suffered a third-degree physical disability due to an accident.

Originally, Li Zhihua could still do some chores in the factory, such as cleaning. Later, Li Zhihua's factory closed down, and Li Zhihua had no source of income. Later his wife divorced him.

Now Li Zhihua has a frail and sickly old mother, and a son who is in middle school. Li Zhihua is disabled and can't find a job. The family of three has a very difficult life. "

After listening to this introduction, Director Gu nodded: "Our activity to send warmth to disabled people is to focus on such families, not only to give them things, but also to find ways to help them solve other difficulties. Let these disabled and impoverished families truly feel the warmth."

Director Gu said, the car had arrived near Li Zhihua's house, and a few people got out of the car, carried condolences, walked into a dilapidated tile-roofed area, and found Li Zhihua's residence.

After the knock, an old man opened the door.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Li Zhihua's house?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, my son went out and hasn't come back yet."

"You are Li Zhihua's mother, right? Auntie, hello, we are here from the Civil Affairs Bureau to offer condolences and warmth." Director Gu said enthusiastically.

"Condolences? Oh, please come in." Li Zhihua's mother said, about to invite a few people into the house.

Director Gu asked, "Auntie, what is Li Zhihua doing? Why isn't he at home?"

"My son went out to earn money," the old man said.

"Earning money?" Director Gu was stunned for a moment, thinking that a person with a third-degree physical disability would not be easy to find even if he wanted to find an odd job.

But thinking about Li Zhihua's family situation, if he didn't go looking for work, the whole family would starve to death.

In an instant, Director Gu felt sympathy in his heart, and he said, "Auntie, this is the condolence we gave you, including rice, peanut oil, and instant noodles. In addition, there is 20 yuan of condolence money, you Got it too."

Director Gu said, took out twenty dollars from his pocket and handed it to Li Zhihua's mother.

This warm-up event originally only gave rice noodles and other food, and there was no condolences, but Director Gu felt that Li Zhihua's family was too difficult, so he paid out of his own pocket and donated 20 yuan to Li Zhihua's family.

"I'm also kind-hearted, and I can't see such a poor person." Director Gu secretly said in his heart, then he waved his hand and said, "Quickly move the things in."

The people behind immediately carried the rice and walked towards the house. Director Gu and others also took advantage of the situation to enter the house.

"I'll pour water for you," the old lady said.

"Auntie, don't bother, we'll leave soon." Director Gu said immediately.

"No trouble, sit down, leader, and watch TV first." The old lady said, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

Only then did Director Gu realize that there was a large 23-inch color TV in the room.

In 1995, although the domestic color TV industry had fought two or three waves of price wars, a 23-inch color TV was definitely not what poor families should have.

Afterwards, Director Gu looked around and found that although the room was not large, all kinds of household appliances were quite complete, such as refrigerators and washing machines, and they looked quite new, as if they were bought not long ago.

"These household appliances shouldn't appear in poor families, right?" Director Gu secretly thought, he subconsciously walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and found eggs, fresh vegetables, and a bowl of leftovers, which was stewed pork ribs with winter melon.

"How can poor families afford spare ribs? It's better than me!"

Director Gu was a little puzzled, so he asked: "Auntie, you said that Li Zhihua went out to earn money, what kind of work did he do?"

"It's just driving a tricycle." The old lady continued, "A few days ago, Zhihua bought a tricycle. He usually pulls customers on the road to earn some money."

"So that's the case." Director Gu nodded suddenly, thinking in his heart that recently, there have indeed been many more people on the street who are soliciting customers in three rounds.

Director Gu then asked, "How much money can Li Zhihua make in a day for three rounds?"

"This is not necessarily. Generally, it is more than 20 yuan. When you live a long time, you can make 30 yuan. If you exclude the oil money, you can always earn 600 yuan a month!" The old lady continued.

"Six hundred dollars a month?" Hearing this number, everyone present became uneasy.

A leading cadre like Director Gu must have a higher salary, and that kind of new civil servant earns less than 600 yuan a month!

In other words, Li Zhihua, a disabled person, earns more than those young civil servants!

Also send warmth! Also offer condolences! After a long time of trouble, people are richer than me!

Director Gu suddenly felt that his twenty dollars seemed a bit unfair.

"It's all my fault..." Director Gu comforted himself.

...

It was the day when the basic living expenses were distributed, and the Hongqi Glass Factory was also lively all morning.

In the era of planned economy, Hongqi Glass Factory was a well-known state-owned enterprise. In the early days of reform and opening up, the products of Hongqi Glass Factory were in short supply. At that time, if you wanted to buy glass, you had to get approval from the leader.

However, after entering the 1990s, the situation took a turn for the worse. The tide of the market economy slapped the Hongqi Glass Factory on the beach, and the entire Hongqi Glass Factory also entered a state of shutdown.

The factory stopped production, and the workers were laid off. There was definitely no salary. They could only receive 80 yuan per month for basic living expenses.

And every day when the basic living allowance is paid, those workers in the factory will come to the Hongqi Glass Factory early in the morning and queue up to receive the living allowance. The Hongqi Glass Factory will also temporarily return to the bustling scene of the past for a lively morning.

But by noon, when everyone went home after receiving the money, the Hongqi Glass Factory would be deserted again.

In the finance department office, Accountant Wang looked at the form and found that another person did not come to collect the money.

This is a very strange thing. For things like sending money, everyone will rush to the front. There are still people who are not active. It is noon and they have not come to collect the money.

"This Zhao Juxian, what's going on? If I don't come again, I'll have to get off work." Accountant Wang muttered to himself.

At this moment, the sound of the motorcycle's engine sounded from the window, and I saw a three-bumper rushing over.

Zhao Juxian jumped off the three jumpers and quickly ran into the finance department office.

"I said Zhao Juxian, why did you come here? Everyone else took the money and went home. I am also kind-hearted, so I am waiting for you here. If it was someone else's words, I would have left long ago!" Accountant Wang said.

"Thank you, Accountant Wang." Zhao Juxian continued; "Accountant Wang, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"In a hurry? Are you still in a hurry?" Accountant Wang pouted in dissatisfaction, secretly thinking in his heart, you delayed me from get off work, but you have the nerve to urge me!

Zhao Juxian looked at his watch and then asked, "Accountant Wang, are you alright? The train will arrive at the station in ten minutes. I have to pick him up."

"Go to the train station to pick up someone, do you have any relatives from other places?" Wang Accountant asked subconsciously.

"How can there be any relatives!" Zhao Juxian continued: "I'm rushing to carry passengers to earn money!"