Chapter 6 Above the Ruins
"Really!" Cui Xiuyuan reiterated firmly, "I want to go to the factory."

Jiang Hongying said quickly, "It's raining outside, you can't go, let your brother and sister go."

A large part of Cui Xiuyuan's wounds required skin grafting. Due to his skin condition, physical condition and money at the time, he only had surgery on his face and neck. The wound on his legs was never treated, as it was already at risk of infection. If he went out and got caught in the rain, he would definitely get infected.

"That's right, big brother," Cui Changle also said, "We can just go, you tell us what to do!"

Everyone was immersed in excitement and didn't notice that Cui Changjia, who was sitting silently at the table, had tears in his eyes. It was great that the eldest brother walked out of the door that had closed him. It was great!
Half an hour later, Cui Changjia and Cui Chengze put on raincoats, took a large tarpaulin, and rode out on the pedal tricycle borrowed from the grandmother of their next-door neighbor. They were going to the factory.

Theoretically, the remaining items should belong to the bank, but the bank cannot keep such detailed records, and many items were burned, so no one has carefully sorted them out. So even if Cui Changjia and his friends brought out something, the bank would not be able to see it.

The factory was more than ten miles away from the old city, and it took twenty minutes to drive there. However, Cui Changjia seemed to feel no tiredness and pedaled the tricycle very hard for almost an hour. Cui Chengze was also sitting in the back car.

In Cui Chengze's later life, whenever he encountered difficulties, felt tired, or wanted to lie down, he would always think of that day, and think of his eldest sister carrying him, who weighed 160 to 170 kilograms, pedaling hard on a tricycle, traveling in that rainy autumn. Every time at that time, his heart would be filled with strength!

Cui Chengze had no idea that Cui Changjia was also tired, but every time she couldn't push anymore, she would tell herself over and over again: Cui Changjia, this is what you have to do, as long as you persist, this family will not break up!

Originally Cui Changle was going to go, but was stopped by Cui Changjia. She asked Cui Changle to cook at home, and then review well and prepare to go to school tomorrow.

Although the Cui siblings could no longer be seen riding their bicycles away through the rear window, Cui Xiuyuan and Jiang Hongying were still standing in front of the rear window without moving.

"Xiuyuan," Jiang Hongying held Cui Xiuyuan's arm and said carefully, "Your brothers and sisters are grown up now. You have to trust them."

At this point, do they have any other choice but to believe?
Listening to his mother's tone, Cui Xiuyuan slowly pulled the corners of his mouth and said jokingly, "Mom, your tone doesn't seem very confident either!"

Jiang Hongying was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned red and moist. Her eldest son was in a bad mood because of the injury, and Wu Jinyao left again. She was most worried about him, but now he could make jokes again, how could she not be happy?

Cui Changjia also went to the opening day of Cui's furniture store. She remembers that day was filled with loud gongs and drums, firecrackers, flying ribbons and balloons, and red congratulatory banners hanging from the roof of the fourth floor, almost forming a circle. Government officials and TV and newspaper reporters set up cameras to record the scene for a whole day.
Choi Seung-taek stood in front of the furniture store that was almost burned to ruins, covering his eyes with his hands, tears streaming down his hands.

Cui Changjia sat on the tricycle, with almost no emotion on his face except for his red eyes. In that period novel, the Cui family was a stepping stone for the son of luck. Misfortune was like dominoes, clattering and disappearing in an instant. Just like misfortune, the Cui family's fortune in that period novel also came easily.

In the 1980s, many people came out of the countryside to make a living, but not many of them succeeded.

Cui Wenquan's life seemed to be full of luck. He first went door to door looking for work, making tables, chairs, benches, sofas, coffee tables, and TV cabinets. When he had enough work, he rented a yard and opened a small furniture processing factory. Naturally, it developed into a processing factory, a furniture store, and then a furniture mall and a furniture store.

Who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, the largest furniture store in the state capital was almost burned down just because of a cigarette butt?
"Aze," Cui Changjia called Cui Chengze, "Stop looking and let's go."

Cui Changjia's voice seemed to come from the sky. Cui Chengze raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes fiercely, got on the tricycle, and followed Cui Changjia towards the gate of the former furniture factory.

The land where the Cui family built the furniture store was bought by Cui Wenquan with a loan. A four-story furniture store covering an area of ​​more than 6,000 square meters was built in front facing the street. Behind it was a warehouse, and behind the warehouse was a furniture processing factory.

The fire started on the first floor of the furniture store and then spread backwards. The processing plant was the least burned, with about half of the area remaining. However, because the office area was close to the warehouse, the office area was almost completely burned. All that was left were the warehouse for storing wood and boards, the factory cafeteria, and some workshops.

Although the factory gate did not collapse, it was covered with dust and had become dilapidated in just over a month.

The door was locked, and the tricycle couldn't get in. Cui Changjia and her brother left the tricycle outside and walked in from the side. In fact, the main door was no longer useful. The rain mixed with the black stuff on the ground, forming a black mud. After walking for a while, the shoes and trouser legs of the two people could not be seen in their original appearance. They were almost all covered with black mud spots.

In order to improve the working environment of carpenters, Cui Wenquan spent a lot of money to build a workshop. The doors of the workshop were all open and filled with things, including rescued furniture, desks, cabinets, and wood that had been burned by fire. Those things near the door were covered with pieces of canvas and plastic sheets, probably to avoid being exposed to rain. Seals could be seen in places that were not covered.

Suddenly a voice came, "Who, what are you doing?"

Cui Changjia looked in the direction of the voice and saw a lame old man walking out of a dormitory. Cui Changjia's eyes warmed up and he ran over without paying attention to the mud under his feet, saying in surprise, "Uncle Sheng, why are you here?"

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