The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

On the day before the thirtieth year of the year, the market was unusually lively. The people who obviously stocked the juvenile goods at home always felt that they still had some shortcomings, so they always wanted to come back to the market to bring something back.

Yang Dongxu, who was calculating the accounts, suddenly heard someone upstairs shouting to himself: "Brother phone."

Yang Dongxu froze for a while and handed over the account book to his elder sister and ran upstairs, thinking, "Will you call yourself at this time?"

"Hello!" Yang Dongxu answered the phone and said.

"Xu... Xuzi, fight... fight." Wu Aibing's eager voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who fought with whom?" Yang Dongxu's face was blank, and then he thought of what eyes suddenly widened: "You mean that the United States and Iraq are fighting?"

"Yes, yes..." Wu Aibing said quickly.

"Uncle Du, will they be okay?" Yang Dongxu's heart raised.

As the United States continues to gather the power of its allies, Iraq’s continuous occupants Kuwait seems to be shrouded in the haze of war, so mercenaries from all parts of the world are gathering in the Middle East, because they have to fight to make money, so Du Suo No one will notice in the Middle East, so they have been active in the Middle East.

"No, it's okay. I just came back from the Soviet Union and talked with them. They are far away from the place where the war broke out, and they won't be involved in the war."

In fact, the war did not just broke out today, but it fought yesterday. Wu Aibing, who received the news, first thought of not reporting to Yang Dongxu, but ran to the Soviet Union as if he had shot an arrow in the ass.

Although there are also people in the Middle East in China, the phone line is obviously not available for Wu Aibing. The embassy side is also very crowded at this time, so he simply took a flight to the Soviet Union to contact Du Lock, which was just confirmed here. It was news that Du Suo's safety wouldn't matter, so I called Yang Dongxu here.

"It's okay, let them pay attention to their safety, don't rush to the battlefield, if the Americans drive Iraq out of Kuwait, the Kuwaiti royal family should desperately need mercenaries to maintain their regime, so that they can get in touch." Yang Duoxu was relieved when Du Suo was fine.

In fact, at this time, he wanted to fly directly to the Middle East, because oil has always been something he never missed. If at this time you can touch a few oil fields in the royal family on the other side of the Middle East, it will be a very good thing for him and the country.

It’s a pity that none of the people he knows have anything to do with the Middle East. Those who don’t have referrals want to see the royal family in the Middle East, or the Kuwaiti royal family occupied by the country. Will pinch him.

So what we can do now is to arrange ahead of time. Even if we can’t enter the field for the first time, we need to cultivate the relationship between the two sides, even if we have mixed faces, and we can have a line to use when the situation permits.

Yang Dongxu, who hung up Wu Aibing's phone, picked up the phone and wanted to call his grandfather Zhou Yiren, but he stopped his movements just after dialing a few numbers.

Wu Aibing knew about the hands-on news in the Middle East earlier than he did. Zhou Yiren knew it would be earlier. It is estimated that he knew the first time the war broke out there.

After knowing it, he did not contact him, indicating that Zhou Yiren felt that even telling him was useless, so there was no contact. Thinking of Yang Dongxu can't help but touch his nose here, it feels a bit too much as a dish.

There are already hands on all the countries that pay attention to this matter. Although they are very nervous about the war situation, they are more or less relieved. After all, the hanging sword has been swayed and waited to see the result. It’s better than it. It is much better to hang in the air and wonder when to drop.

Views on the outbreak of war in the Middle East Yang Dongxu made it clear to Zhou Yiren. Now that the war has broken out, let alone him, even the country can't get in the way. There is no difference between telling him and not telling him.

"Now my shoulders are too small to carry big things." Hanging the phone on Yang Dongxu shook his head.

Make sure that Du Suo is okay. The war in the Middle East and Yang Dongxu’s dime are gone. It’s better to care about the pig farm in the next year or the greenhouse in the second half of next year. It makes more sense to get the vegetable thing.

"What is it?" Yang Ma asked when she saw her son coming down.

"It's nothing. It's just a classmate calling to call his early years." Yang Dongxu said.

"It's very early." It's only the morning of the 29th year of the Chinese New Year. It's really not that early. However, Ma Yang also said that her attention was not here. There are so many people buying things in front of the door, and she doesn't care about who calls her son, just asked casually just now.

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In rural areas, there is generally more new year than in the city, not to mention the new year in this era. I didn't hear the crackling sound of firecrackers just after returning from the grave.

In the village, a group of little fart children scrambled to pick up those unexploded firecrackers at the door, peeling the gunpowder out and pouring it into a long play.

The age of Yang Dongxu can be regarded as the age of marriage, and naturally will not pick up the guns. But early in the evening, after dinner, a pocket of money was kicked in the pocket, and those who didn’t have money got a few cents and gathered at the granary to prepare to play cards.

The TV set of Yang Dongxu's family was moved downstairs, and many women in the village had already gathered in the courtyard. Although the life of Yangjia Village has improved a lot in the past few years, only a few family members can afford the TV.

Men ran to the granary to prepare for cards, and women naturally preferred to get together and watch TV. Especially the Spring Festival Evening of the thirtieth year is particularly attractive to them, so in addition to women, some men who do not like playing cards, or some old people are also waiting in the yard early after dinner.

After eating, Yang Dongxu started borrowing benches from all households and watching TV. You can't let everyone stand in the yard? Hula Lala Dozens of people have filled the courtyard with their own benches, which is definitely not enough, so they can only borrow it. This plus some people who came to watch TV and consciously brought the bench with them barely had a place to sit.

Nuts and other things are not put out, this thing is too expensive to take out Ma Yang is distressed, a large bag of sunflower seeds is placed at the door, who eats and grabs enough to leave a good reputation, there is no need to go too far.

Yang Dongxu, with sunflower seeds in his mouth, was sitting on a stool to watch TV. Although the cold wind outside was a bit bitter, dozens of people were actually warm in the small courtyard. As long as he doesn't smoke second-hand cigarettes from a group of old men, he feels it's good to see the Spring Festival Gala.

"Asako came out to play." Xiaowu's shouts rang from the door just after sitting down.

In fact, TVs are more attractive to people than gambling at this time. I heard that there are movies in ten villages and eight villages, and I ran a few miles with a small bench, and even watched movies for more than ten miles. Things.

"Come in and find a place to sit, and then put on the Spring Festival Gala." Yang Dongxu turned to the door and responded.

This is a little hesitant for a little five or so, and I have saved a few months of money to wait for some fun today. However, the Spring Festival Gala was also very attractive to them, so I struggled for a while.

"You go play with them, anyway, you usually don't like to watch TV." Yang Ma said, who had just packed the kitchen.

Yang Dongxu looked at his dad's daze, this is not the character of the mom. People in Primary Five now call out that they must go to the granary to gamble. According to their mother's temperament, shouldn't Primary Five be allowed to come in and watch TV as a normal script?

"Your dad was just called away by your uncle, and you looked at it in the past."

Go!

Yang Dongxu instantly found the reason why his mother was different from usual at the moment. This is to let him look at his father and uncle in the past. Since the mother said that, Yang Dongxu had to get up and get out of the crowd, and then walk upstairs.

"Why go?"

"Take some money." Yang Dongxu replied. There are still ten dollars in the down jacket upstairs. This is the new year's money that my mother just gave me.

It was more comfortable to wrap up a coat and wear a Lei Feng cap when he came down to squeeze in the crowd to watch TV, so he just replaced the down jacket. As for the change of a hundred dollars when I first came back, it was already taken away by my mother in the name of keeping it for him.

"With what money, your dad must have brought a lot of money from the past to ask him." Mama Yang gave her son a glance. Although his face was normal, he must be angry.

Yang Ma will be unhappy whether she wins or loses in this kind of gambling. Besides, she must have been gambling in the past today. She would be strange if she was happy. But throughout the year, Yang Dad is very conscious and basically does not play cards. When he catches up, he will play a few and some people will give up their positions to others.

I didn't get together with other people when I was on a farming day, either playing cards or walking horses. Instead, driving four rounds to pull things around to do business and make money~www.ltnovel.com~ So for Yang Da's playing cards today, Yang Ma was a little bit bored.

But it won't be like before, as long as Dad Yang plays cards, he will quarrel. Now I just come back to nag a few words. Dad Yang seems to have a clear understanding of Mom's temper, so today when the younger brother joined the army to call him, he didn't say anything and passed away with some money.

"Okay." Yang Dongxu was a little speechless when he heard his mother's words.

I'm not happy that you just don't want to let your dad play, just now you have to be a spy in the past. But it is this trivial matter of happiness or displeasure that constitutes most of the lives of ordinary people.

Going to the door, Yang Dongxu put several seeds into his pocket. The biggest possibility for his mother to be a spy is to watch it, because his dad will serve as a helper when he goes to the table. Help, he can't even get the position of his helper and can only stand next to nibbling seeds.

"Let's grab some points and knock while playing cards for a while." Yang Dongxu, after finishing his own motion, signaled that the five or five would grab some of them.

A bag of melon seeds is fifty pounds. Although there are dozens of people in the yard, there are only half bags left. Compared with the scene in the later generations of news reports that I heard that it is free and useful to oneself, it is useless to hurry up and scramble.

The people watching TV are all in the neighborhood, and they have to make a lot of face consciousness. Basically, everyone just grabs a little bit of meaning. There is no stuff in the big and small pockets. Once or something.

So when the door came in, the adults grabbed a little. If you took the child, put it in the child’s pocket, then went in to find a place to watch TV, and at the same time, pulled a child who still wanted to catch a warning with your eyes. If you dare Shame on Lao Tzu here, go back and look up.

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