Free Web NovelChapter 311: Chapter 247: Let the Brother Lie Down First in Respect!
The entrance of the First Squadron is becoming livelier and livelier.
Even some small vendors selling vegetables at the three-way intersection across the street are starting to take notice of the activity here.
The old men and women are making a fuss.
"There are three steps to using a fire extinguisher, pull the pin, squeeze the handle, and aim at the base!"
"Don’t open the door rashly if there’s a fire, to prevent smoke from entering the room!"
Han Yong, holding a big bag of steamed buns, loudly shouts, "Uncles, aunties, grandpas, grandmas, those who’ve finished checking their blood sugar, those who don’t need to, come get a bun after reciting the fire safety chant!"
"Tsk tsk, it’s getting better and better!" someone praises.
An auntie with curly hair is shaking her fan while loudly commenting.
"My, look, the way those firefighting kids do publicity is just different, so civilized... Look at how the neighborhood committee did legal education a few days ago, just slapping notices on our doors, talking in such a dull manner, even asking us to recite it by heart and holding tests! Who pays attention to that, I tell you!
They keep telling us on TV to promote civilization for the Olympics. The Olympic torch will enter China tomorrow, reaching Taipei, and next month on the 10th, it will be relayed to our Guiyang! Look at their approach, tsk tsk tsk."
The surrounding people nod in agreement one after another.
About ten meters away, a first-class police officer and a second-class police officer step out of the police station’s main gate, followed by a group of policemen.
They chat and are about to shake hands and say goodbye.
Suddenly, they see a bustling crowd nearby, and it’s all old men and women.
Moreover, various fire safety slogans are being continuously heard among the crowd.
"Director Chang, what is this..." the first-class police officer asks, pointing at the crowd, perplexed.
The other officer is also somewhat puzzled, as if seeing it for the first time.
Immediately, a fresh-faced first-class police officer approaches, smiling and explains, "Director Chang, Chen Zhi, this is a convenience station set up by the firefighting team, offering free haircuts and blood sugar and pressure tests to the elderly while doing fire protection publicity."
The two leaders are both somewhat amazed.
"Ah... They’ve really scaled it up!"
The first-class police officer continues, "Yes, they’ve been at it for a while now. I heard the soldiers giving haircuts are exceptionally skilled, and after checking blood sugar, they even give out buns to the elderly. A lot of seniors come here every Wednesday and wait."
As he speaks,
An old woman from across the street comes over, not using the zebra crossing, bullheadedly causing several cars to stop, and heads straight here.
A firefighting Third-level Sergeant standing nearby immediately steps forward to loudly stop her, but without success, he has no choice but to run into the middle of the road, pull the old woman back to the zebra crossing.
This scene made the two officers’ faces look not too good.
"Mm," the first-class police officer clears his throat,
"Fire protection publicity is important, but traffic safety should also be emphasized, Little Zeng!"
"Present! Regimental commander!" a young policeman immediately runs over.
The first-class police officer looks at the scale of the crowd again, thinks for a moment, and says,
"This place is well managed and has so many elderly people who don’t understand traffic rules. We should take advantage of this valuable location too. Go back and see if anyone in our brigade knows some... convenience skills?
No need to limit it to hairdressing.
If they’re doing it, we might as well join in and set up a traffic convenience point to promote traffic safety."
"Yes, Regimental commander!"
Only then does the traffic police brigade commander leave contentedly after exchanging pleasantries with the director next to him.
But Director Chang doesn’t leave; he looks around the entrance again.
After a long pause, he says, "Little Zhang."
The police officer from before immediately draws closer.
"Director Chang."
Director Chang muses, "Wasn’t there a report at the meeting the other day about the increase in scams targeting the elderly? Selling them fake medicines, overpriced health products, medical treatments, insurances, or even directly scamming them out of their bank cards.
And they said they needed to coordinate with the TV station.
This is the promotional channel right before our eyes, isn’t it? ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
The fire department’s publicity has reached our doorstep, and with so many seniors here, shouldn’t we make good use of it?
Go back and arrange for us to do some anti-fraud publicity right next to them."
The first-class police officer scratches his head, "Should we also set up a convenience point? ...But the traffic police brigade is also planning to set one up, won’t that be a bit redundant?"
Director Chang, hands behind his back, says, "Mm... I remember someone from our office, with a family background in traditional Chinese medicine who studied it, right? Can’t treat severe illnesses, but some minor diagnostics, medical advice, still possible, right?"
The officer suddenly realizes, "Right, he’s licensed! I get it, Director Chang!"
Director Chang nods, "We’re so close by, why shouldn’t we make the most of it? Move a couple of our office’s water dispensers over too, let the elderly get a drink after their buns."
...Is this turning into a one-stop service?
The officer senses a premonition, feeling that this promotional spot is going to get big!
...
Busy all morning, Tony Fang, apart from seeing two female police officers staring at their publicity sign for a while and chattering, has no idea about everything that’s about to happen at this amazing publicity spot.
When they wrapped up at noon, all five of them had equally parched throats.
Dealing with a bunch of old people is clearly not an easy task.
Chen Zhenghai says with a raspy voice, "Damn... There must have been around... two hundred elders today? How can there be so many old men and women in this world?"
Everyone laughs.
"Just count how many elders you have in your family, and you’ll know. My family has quite a few," Hao Chengbin says.
Xiao Haishan agrees even more, "My family has a lot too. My parents had me late, so in another ten years or so, they’ll be seniors as well. Then there’s my grandparents, maternal grandparents, they’re all around."
Fang Huai cleared his dry throat and began with a smile,
"Population aging is a problem all countries will face. In our country, the current middle-aged generation has many siblings, but in twenty years, when we’re the middle-aged ones, how many of us will have siblings?
Now as the middle-aged are approaching old age, with many brothers and sisters among them, there are a lot of elderly. But we, the future middle-aged, will make up a smaller proportion.
So, the population is bound to decrease gradually.
The state will certainly make adjustments, encouraging everyone to have more children to make our society younger. But whether people will want to have children in the future is another issue."
Hao Chengbin glared, "If the state says we can have kids, why wouldn’t I want to? I’ll have ten!"
Fang Huai snorted, "Hey, that’s your personal wish. Those born in the ’80s, especially the early ’80s, are heavily influenced by old thinking.
Those of us approaching our ’90s, many don’t want to have many children. First, the pressure to buy houses is increasingly heavy, and second, people prefer to enjoy their own lives.
It’s inevitable that there will be more elderly and fewer newborns."
Fang Huai didn’t want to say too much since many things hadn’t happened yet.
But unexpectedly, Chen Zhenghai from the back row also said, "I was born in ’86, and I’m willing to have kids."
Hearing this, Fang Huai was speechless. He seriously asked, "Ask Han Yong if he wants to have kids."
Surprisingly, Han Yong nodded, "Sure, why not? My granny said, being an only child, I should have at least three."
Fang Huai’s mouth twitched, "What’s the point of discussing this with you second-generation heirs?"
Then, he turned his gaze to his last hope, Xiao Haishan.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Haishan nodded too.
"In my family’s village, back when family planning was strictly enforced, people still had four or five extra kids! I’ll have fewer, two or three is enough! No need to buy a house, we have plenty of room at home!"
Fang Huai was dumbfounded.
Influenced by old mindsets, second-generation heirs, village concepts...
Who would have thought, a small pickup truck would be filled with representatives of a diverse "procreation-willing crowd."
He couldn’t help but admire and salute them with folded hands,
"Awesome, awesome. You’re the pillars of society, the hope of the country. If you have time, have a couple more for me, balance out the social indicators, thank you, brothers. I’m a lost cause, so I’ll pay my respects lying down."
...
This workweek was unusually short and yet felt extraordinarily long.
It was short because there were only three days before the weekend, and then we had four days off for the May Day holiday.
But it felt long because those three days dragged on endlessly.
Everyone persisted to May Day amidst ongoing confusion and persistent muscle soreness.
It was May now.
...
"Ready~ ready!"
"Move it, move it, the saplings are here! Assemble downstairs!"
On the morning of May Day, Ye Jiahong, who had finally gotten some rest from his shifts, bellowed down the corridor.
Liu Jianfeng had wilted over these two days.
Having not exercised strenuously in a long time, his body clearly couldn’t keep up with Ye Jiahong. By Monday and Tuesday, pulled along by Fang Huai for two days of training, he was pretty much beat.
His whole body ached, his movements were sluggish, zombie-like.
Not wanting to be ridiculed by the soldiers, he spent the past two days in the Squadron Department working on paperwork, regaining his strength.
So, it was old Ye in charge now. freewebnøvel.com
Fang Huai, of course, figured it out.
Stepping out and seeing Ye Jiahong, still vigorous even after keeping up with everyone for three days of training, he couldn’t help but admire, "Captain Ye is not only tough in spirit but physically resilient too."
"What kind of saplings are we planting, Captain Ye?" Fang Huai called out.
Ye Jiahong waved his hand, "Ah, don’t worry, they’re all trees with good growth prospects! Perfect for planting in the south, you illiterate! Stop dreaming about your poplar; it’s not happening!"
Yesterday, everyone had unanimously agreed on the decision to "plant a tree for oneself."
It was unanimous consent.
Everyone had their reasons, but all had raised their hands.
Fang Huai originally wanted to plant a poplar and even came up with the reason, "A poplar tree standing beside the guard post."
Of course, he had a hidden agenda.
After all, Brother Yang was coming, right?
To bring Brother Yang to the flowerbed and say, "This is for you, a poplar tree. Its name is so like you, both white and ’Yang.’"
But as soon as he uttered this, he received quite a bit of mockery.
"You fool, poplars are northern trees, cold-resistant but not heat-tolerant. They can’t survive in the humid and hot south."
"Haha, and to think Fang Huai knew everything. Turns out, he lacks common sense."
Fang Huai was so annoyed he nearly exchanged his military merit value for Guiyang No.1 Middle School’s "Encyclopedia of Plants and Flowers" to argue the point with them.
"Let’s go, time to plant trees! After that, we play Dota!"
Liu Jianfeng’s words sparked the atmosphere in the corridor.
Everyone gradually got excited.
"Four days off! Damn, that’s awesome!"
"Ah, finally, my knees can take a break!"
Even Officer Zhang seemed somewhat relieved, clutching his sore back and limping downstairs.
However, the new recruits couldn’t seem to muster any excitement.
"Ah, I heard that last year they had compensatory time off, eight whole days! Why is it that since we arrived, it’s gone down to three days?"
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