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Cheng Xitian came out of the mayor's office and went downstairs. He saw several tables set up in the town committee courtyard, and a group of young people gathered around the tables. These young people were either from other villages or from their own village, and they all held something like a contract in their hands. Some were looking at it, and some were pressing it on the table, writing something. Cheng Xitian didn't believe his eyes. He knew that this factory was so dangerous, but he still went in? For a few dollars, do these people even risk their lives? He took three steps at a time and jumped up to the young people. He pushed aside the crowd, grabbed an agreement from a young man's hand, and stood there, quickly reading the words on it. He saw that what was printed on it was the treatment after entering the factory, the responsibilities and obligations of both parties, etc. Of course, in addition, there were also phrases such as "All employees in the factory must maintain the honor of the factory and not leak secrets." His throat felt dry, as if something was coming out of his cavity. He thought to himself, this is not an employment agreement, this is a contract of sale, this is a life and death certificate!

The novel collection includes 13 works written by Cheng Xiangsong in recent years. Among these works, there are not only the construction of the rural world on the land of Qilu, but also the discussion of the living difficulties of modern urbanites, marriage and love emotions and other issues. In the former type of works, the author integrates morality, customs, and human feelings in a desolate atmosphere, and presents criticism and nostalgia in the songs and cries of the lost humanities in the countryside. In the latter type of works, they more reflect life, intervene in reality, and further explore the subtleties of human nature. The writing style is also more light and flying.

On the Qingming Festival, Cheng Tiange returned to the village from the county and prepared to move his grandfather's coffin. In their hometown, the three festivals of Tomb Sweeping Day, Hungry Ghost Festival and Xiayuan Festival are the best times to build graves and move bones for burial. The day before he went back, he received a call from his father, saying that he had almost gathered the people in the village. My father complained that now that the village has been demolished, people are scattered everywhere and it is difficult to gather them together. It takes a lot of effort for me to do this. My father also said that since you are a cadre in the county, everyone will look at our family when it comes to moving the grave. If you are willing to take the lead, they will naturally have nothing to say! As long as our family moves, other families will follow suit, and your work will open up the situation. When Cheng Tiange heard this, he was inexplicably moved. The hand holding the phone began to tremble, his nose was sore, and his eyes were moist.