There was a light rain like fog in the sky.

Tao Xiaohong ran into the post office carrying an army green shoulder bag.

She didn't bother to wipe the moisture off her forehead and face, but carefully opened her bag and took out a letter.

Seeing that the letter was not soaked, Tao Xiaohong breathed a sigh of relief.

After coming to Northeast China from Shanxi Province for more than a year, she thought she would never again pursue her literary dream. But who would have thought that her work, which was inspired by the moment, would almost be broadcast on the radio!

The Hongqi Wetland Broadcasting Station, which is also affiliated with the agricultural reclamation system, is the most popular radio station recently.

Not only the educated youth on their farm, but even the members of the nearby production team loved this band.

Recently, they would squeeze into the conference room to listen to the radio after get off work every day. Tao Xiaohong's favorite program was the "Excerpts from the Labor Diaries of Educated Youths".

Most of the articles selected by the Red Flag Broadcasting Station no longer have the tone of ideological reports as before, but are instead the most sincere writings of these literary and artistic young people.

Encouraged by her roommate, Tao Xiaohong couldn't help but send over an essay she had been thinking about.

What happened next made Tao Xiaohong and her roommates feel that the directors and editors of Hongqi Broadcasting Station were absolutely the most fair and approachable.

Her first submission was not successful, but the director read out the titles of her article and several other people's articles on the radio, saying that the quality of their works was just a little bit short of being accepted...

This time, even the farm director gave her two days off so that she could polish another article and prepare to send it over.

Originally, she didn't have to go so far to the post office to send a letter, she could just put it in the farm mailbox.

But Tao Xiaohong still felt more at ease sending it herself from the post office.

When she walked out of the post office, the drizzle had turned into a light rain, but Tao Xiaohong was still laughing and running away with her shoulder bag on her head.

Tao Xiaohong just rushed into the farm gate panting, but saw the educated youth who had already finished work were excitedly discussing something.

"Xiaohong, our director wants to take us educated youth to participate in the labor competition!"

Her roommates in the large bunk bed quickly grabbed her.

"But he looks down on us lesbians~!!!"

......

Ma Xuming looked at his team leader eagerly.

The radio had just played the notice of the labor competition twice in a row, and he didn't believe that the team leader wouldn't be tempted.

But team leader Deng Gang still looked very conflicted.

"It's not that I don't want to apply to bring honor to our group, but there are two injured players in our group, hey..."

"What are you sighing about?!"

A voice came from the door, and the director of their farm strode in.

"Everyone in your group has heard the announcement on the radio just now, right?"

Deng Gang and others nodded hurriedly.

The farm director took Deng Gang's hand earnestly.

"Old Deng, you know that our farm has never had an advantage in the arts. We've never won any pennants or honors in competitions!"

"But this time it's finally time to work on this project!!!"

"When it comes to tilling the land and growing radishes, your group is the best on our farm."

"How about it? Do you dare to go to the Red Flag Wetland?"

Deng Gang looked at the two people in the group with embarrassment and did not speak for a while.

The two educated youths' eyes reddened slightly, and they had to speak through gritted teeth.

"Team leader, ask the director to lend us two more skilled farm hands. We can't let our injuries hinder our chances of success this time!"

The activities that the educated youths did during the slack season were at most to hold a small sports meeting on their own farm, or to play basketball with the farm next door.

When Han Changchu approved the labor competition to Zhang Hongcheng, he didn't know that the competition venue was in Hongqi Wetland. He just thought it was some face-saving action by Zhao Sidong.

In his opinion, it would probably be a matter of asking Zhang Hongcheng to find a few familiar farm directors and gather a dozen or so people to pose for photos in a field.

Neither he nor the people in the bureau took it too seriously.

But who could have known that Zhang Hongcheng would actually take a feather as a token of authority, and within a few days, more than 40 units called to sign up!

The total number of participants was about 500, all of whom were strong male educated youth with a strong sense of honor and passion.

It was not until he heard that more and more people were gathering in the wetland that Director Han realized something was wrong.

In the office cafeteria, the steamed bun in his hand was squeezed into a ping-pong ball. Director Han, who understood Zhang Hongcheng's tricks, had a wonderful look on his face.

"What a bullshit competition! This guy is just trying to trick people into helping him plow the land for nothing!!!"

Director Han suddenly wanted to cover his chest.

"I finally understand why Old Li takes medicine like it's water..."

......

The Hongqi Wetland Farm was extremely lively that day.

The wetland camp was packed with participating teams from farms all over the west.

No one paid any attention to the farm tools Zhang Hongcheng found, and everyone brought their most skilled tools.

Two announcers from the broadcasting station were broadcasting live on the loudspeakers, and the passionate music playing as the athletes entered the stadium brought the atmosphere to an extremely high level.

Zhang Hongcheng had a wooden platform built in the small square.

The bosses of various heroes were invited - more than 50 farm directors took the stage to speak.

Except for a few relatively polite farm directors, the speeches of the other directors were full of gunpowder.

They don’t really care whether they win first place in other competitions, but this time they want first place in labor!!!

"No, Director!"

Jian Yong, who was busy and sweating, hurried back to report.

"I'm afraid the 500 acres we prepared are not enough."

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