The next morning, just as dawn, Fugui hurried to the brick kiln to watch all the matters in the brick kiln. After Li Jianmei finished the housework at home, she packed up and rushed to the county. She walked to Qilong Town and took a bus from Qilong Town Bus Station to the county. She asked the county people on the street about the route to the family planning office.

She walked to the Family Planning Office building before she left. The people in the Family Planning Office were a little scared when they saw her because of her, all the members of the Family Planning Group were criticized by Liu Meng, the director of the Family Planning Office, so she was a little scared when she saw Li Jianmei.

Shi Xiaohui, the head of the family planning group, saw Li Jianmei and said angrily: "What are you doing? Didn't you let go of everyone in your village yesterday? What else can you do when you come to the family planning office?"

Li Jianmei curled her lips and gritted her teeth, saying, "I'm here to do ligation surgery." Shi Xiaohui, the head of the Family Planning Office team, was stunned when he heard this, "What, you...you...you...you come for ligation, this is not a joke!"

"I'm not kidding. All I said is true. I have discussed with Fugui. I'm here to do ligation today."

Seeing that Li Jianmei was saying it seriously, Shi Xiaohui asked his subordinates to call Li Jianmei into the Family Planning Infirmary to prepare for a ligation operation. There were two female doctors in white coats and two female nurses in the infirmary. Li Jianmei was lying quietly on the cold operating bed, motionless, waiting for a ligation operation.

Fortunately, the operation was performed quite quickly. After a while, Li Jianmei walked out of the family planning office. Li Jianmei, who had just finished the operation, was no different from a normal woman, but she was a little weak. She walked slowly on the streets of the county, walked towards the bus station, took the bus back to Qilong Town, and then walked slowly from Qilong Town to Zhangjia Village. Along the way, she passed the dirt road, passed the Tianshui River, and then passed Yingshan, and went straight to the entrance of Zhangjia Village.

Some chatty women sat at the entrance of the village and asked Li Jianmei where she was coming. She raised her mouth slightly and said softly: "I just returned from the family planning surgery."

After hearing this, these women showed a surprised expression on their faces, and they were stunned and dared not speak. They thought in their hearts, "The village chief's woman has also gone for ligation, mainly because she took the initiative to go there, and she didn't know whether Fugui knew."

As time goes by, all the women who had to be born in Zhangjia Village who had to be born were ligated, and all the women who should be put on the contraceptive ring were put on the contraceptive ring, and none of them were left behind.

Since Zhangjia Village built and improved the dormitory building for Qilong Town Credit Union, the business of this engineering team and brick kilns has become better and better, and the situation of the villagers has also improved. Most of the villagers have bought three-piece sets such as sewing machines, bicycles, watches, etc., and are preparing to save some money to buy a recorder and TV.

Immediately afterwards, not only was Zhangjia Village rich alone, but the whole society seemed to have heard the guns and gunshots, one, two, three, and suddenly became rich. In particular, some craftsmen made a lot of money by relying on their own craftsmanship. These 100 yuan households were developing into 1,100 yuan households, 100 yuan households, 100 yuan households developed into 1,000 yuan households, and 1000 yuan households developed into 1,000 yuan households, and 1000 yuan households developed into 1 millionaires. The road to prosperity in the entire society exploded like gunpowder.

In order to let the villagers walk ahead of the road to prosperity, Zhang Fugui prepared to build another prefabricated plate factory. On the one hand, he expanded the construction project and on the other hand, he coordinated the burning of bricks in the brick kiln. This was a very tired time.

Every time Fugui is busy until the last time he gets off work. When he returns home at night, Li Jianmei prepares dinner early and waits for him to come back to have it together. Li Jianmei always finishes the rice in the bowl within a few minutes, and then walks outside the house to make a fire and boil water with a pot, in order to wash her face and soak her feet for her tired husband Fugui. This is also a sign of Li Jianmei's feeling sorry for her husband Fugui.

People in the village usually wash their faces when they sleep. At most, they can use water to rinse their feet and get into the quilt. But Li Jianmei has spoiled this good habit for him. Now if he doesn’t wash his face or burn his feet, Fugui still can’t sleep when he gets into the quilt.

Whenever Fugui comes back from a busy day, Li Jianmei, a woman, would boil water in a kettle to wash Fugui's face and burn his feet, and then get into the quilt and warm the bed with her body, just to make Fugui feel warm as soon as he enters the quilt. Fugui knows that Jianmei is considerate to him, but he also knows that her daughter-in-law does not just do this for him. She is the hardest-working person in this family.

Fugui knew that the only thing he could do was to rebuild his own home as soon as possible so that Jianmei, the two dolls and his father Zhang Youcai would live a better life, so that he would feel more at ease.

The current situation in Zhangjia Village is developing well, including three collective economic pillars, including brick kilns, engineering teams, and prefabricated plate factories. Most of the people who join the production and labor in Zhangjia Village have made a lot of money. They all want to replace their tiled houses with mud walls with small bungalows made of steel and concrete buildings. However, Fugui didn't say anything, and they dared not build their own houses first, because Fugui has always advocated not to specialize, and if they want to be rich, they should be rich. If they want to live in a new house, they have to live in a new house together.

This year, regardless of the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the world, it always alternates according to its own cycle rules.

After the Jingzhe, the day before the Qingming Festival, the weather suddenly became warmer, and the sun shone gently on the land that had just thawed for a while. The fields on both sides of the Tianshui River were blooming brightly. The green buds just emerged from the land and mixed with the dead grass. They looked yellow and green, and looked full of vitality. Willow branches were floating in the breeze like women's hair, swallows were rejoicing back and forth among the branches, and birds chirping and jumping on the branches.

The villagers of Zhangjia Village were as busy as ever. Fugui was too busy to do it alone, so he handed over the engineering team to Zhang Tianyou and handed over the prefabricated board factory to Dazhuang to manage. He worked with Lao Han Liu to manage the work of burning bricks in the brick kiln. Since Zhangjia Village started these three industries, few young people in Zhangjia Village are willing to farm. After all, the difference in the money earned in farming in a year is too much in the three major industries, so they would rather waste their own land than work in the three major industries. Only those elderly people guard their own land no matter what.

In the eyes of those old people, farmers cannot live without the land. Even if the current situation is better, they will not be willing to eat idle food in the wasteland. They always want to spread their strength to their own land.

Just as the whole village was busy, young and old, walked into Zhangjia Village with big and small bags of luggage. He was wearing a half-body smoke-gray snowflake tweed coat, straight black pants, shiny black cowhide shoes, and a snow-white shirt collar under the coat. I don’t know if it was a real shirt or a fake collar. His hair was freshly clean, his temples were snow-green, his face was clean, his beard was shaved, and his whole body looked very energetic.

The villagers looked at him and felt more or less inexplicably intimate. After a while, the elderly and children in the village surrounded him, and looked at him one by one as if they were looking at a diorama. After all, even if they were in the village, no one would have worn this outfit even if they went to the county.

More and more people were watching. Zhang Fugui happened to have just returned from the brick kiln. When he walked to the entrance of the village, he saw the villagers gathered together. He was more or less curious and squeezed up.

When he saw this back wearing a strange suit and carrying a large bag of small bags, he felt a vague sense of inexplicable intimacy in his heart. These intimacy made him feel that they had known each other for a long time. When he walked slowly through the crowd, he was speechless. It turned out that the person standing in front of him at this moment was either someone else, or his brother Zhang Jianguo who had been playing with since childhood. He was sobbing and unable to speak.

Zhang Jianguo also found his brother Zhang Fugui in the crowd, who had been playing with since childhood. They looked at each other, tears shaking in their eyes. Their emotions conveyed and communicated with each other in their eyes, as if all this was as clearly visible as yesterday.

Zhang Fugui's nose felt sour, his lips were shaking slightly, and tears burst out from his face. Zhang Jianguo also burst into tears. The two of them slowly approached with trembling steps, and then they hugged each other. At this moment, the two of them were crying like three-year-old children, crying so loudly and heart-wrenching.

The tears at the corners of Zhang Fugui's eyes fell on Zhang Jianguo's smoke-gray snowflake tweed coat, and he whispered in a low voice: "Jianguo... Jianguo... is it you..."

Zhang Jianguo sobbed and said softly: "Fugui... it's me... it's Jianguo... it's me... it's me... it's my return..."

"Okay, it's good to come back, it's good to come back." Zhang Fugui and Zhang Jianguo wiped their tears with their hands. Fugui helped Jianguo carry those big and small bags of items and rushed straight to his house. Along the way, Fugui talked to Jianguo about the changes that have taken place in Zhangjia Village over the years. Jianguo also listened seriously, and laughed from time to time.

After a while, Zhang Fugui and Zhang Jianguo came to Fugui's doorstep. Zhang Youcai was alone crossing his legs and leisurely smoking a dry tobacco bag on the stone trunk outside the house. Fugui shouted to the house from afar, "Jianmei... hurry up... come and see who is here..."

Li Jianmei walked out of the house after hearing Fugui's shouts. Zhang Jianguo left home early in the early years, and Li Jianmei had no impression of him at all, but Zhang Youcai remembered him deeply. Although Zhang Jianguo had been away from home for nearly ten years, his appearance did not change much. Except for his gorgeous clothes, everything else was still the same.
Chapter completed!