1972, The Red Flag-Waving Youthful Era

In the spring of 1972, on a train heading to the Great Northern Wilderness for re-education, Chu Miaohong quietly tossed an old envelope into the wind. Far away in the year 2024, Zhang Hongcheng co...

Chapter 51 Your Brother is My Brother

Zhang Hongcheng knew that Fatty was doing well in the Yunshan area in another time and space.

I got to know many elderly people or their descendants on the farm and in the town.

Just send a letter and ask the "adopted son" to find out if there is any relevant information about the Second Battalion's recruitment exam.

The fat man replied a day later.

This thing really exists!

Fatty found five copies of the nine exam-like test papers that Pan Jingshan, the instructor of the Second Battalion, had presided over during his time in the Second Battalion.

It's in the farm museum's archives.

This made Zhang Hongcheng overjoyed.

If Chen Beilei or Lu Yan could pass the exam to become a clerk in the battalion headquarters, it would be a good thing for me.

But... on the day they reunited at the headquarters.

News came from the battalion headquarters.

The instructor was busy hiding his shame and dealing with Ye Wenming and the other two, so he voluntarily gave up setting questions for the exam.

The question was actually given by the second battalion commander Cao Fuhu!

Several old classmates looked at each other in surprise as they looked at the dishes that had just been served.

They could still guess what Instructor Pan was thinking, but it was the rough Captain Cao who asked the question...

Which direction should I guess?

Zhao Ganmei, who took time out to rush over from the Third Battalion, looked at the table full of dishes unwillingly.

"What are you worried about? I'm going to eat first!"

"I haven't had any meat in a long time."

The sound of Zhao Ganmei chewing finally awakened Chen Beilei and Lu Yan's spirits.

"My big fat piece of meat, Ganmei, put it down!"

Zhang Hongcheng and Jian Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a classmate gathering, news about the Second Battalion's exam was already flying all over the field office.

The examination time for the second battalion was postponed to after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

It is said that it takes time for the second battalion commander to set the questions.

How would Captain Cao ask questions?

The clerks in the branch office didn't know, his partner Pan Jingshan didn't know, and even Li Guangjin, the regiment's political commissar who was in charge of the overall situation, didn't know.

"Our Deputy Director Liu knows!"

Xiao Qin was so proud.

He Xianghong's eyes widened again.

"Deputy Director Liu and Captain Cao are from the same hometown. Yesterday, I asked Deputy Director Liu to help mail a letter to his lover back home."

Xiao Qin is mysterious.

"Do you know what Captain Cao's lover does for a living?"

"He's a teacher at the county cadre school over there."

"She asks questions like this, haha, they're too easy."

Zhang Hongcheng touched his chin.

So the exam time was postponed, not because the burly Captain Cao needed time to set the questions, but because Mrs. Cao needed time to reply.

The fat man who had been "flying" all the way walked out of Jinan Airport, hung up the phone call from his girlfriend, and then gave himself psychological counseling.

——I am Zhang Hongcheng’s classmate.

——The people who need help are also Zhang Hongcheng’s classmates.

——So, rounding off is to help your classmates and get the result!

Fortunately, Mrs. Cao was a teacher in a cadre school at that time. If she was a teacher in an ordinary school, the papers she left behind would definitely have been lost in time.

But cadre schools have always had the habit of preserving various materials.

Hu Yu paid several favors, and someone found Mrs. Cao's two cadre school handouts in a pile of old books.

One of them is of the right age.

That's it!

"No way, Lao Zhang, you are so powerful?"

Chen Beilei and Lu Yan’s mouths can almost fit a big snowball.

"Captain Cao's lover is in Shandong Province!!!"

"Shh~~~!"

Zhang Hongcheng is mysterious.

"I just met a very good friend in Yunxi Town. His son (my adopted son) studied at the Cadre School in XX County, Shandong Province."

"Don't let anyone see this!"

Chen Beilei and Lu Yan nodded hurriedly. After discussing it, they decided to go to the site guesthouse to rent a room. They spent most of the day copying down the entire lecture notes, and then had a... fire in the winter.

While the two female classmates were copying furiously in the room, Zhang Hongcheng pulled Jian Yong to the lobby of the guesthouse to sit by the fire and talk.

"Jian Yong, why don't you try it?"

Jian Yong simply shook his head.

"My family knows my own business. I can't do the job of a clerk, and I can't sit still."

"So what are you going to do? Just hang around in the class like an educated youth?"

Jian Yong chuckled.

"I heard there's a driver who passes by frequently at the site who needs a temporary escort," he patted his chest pocket. "I've prepared two large production bags. I'll try to build a relationship with him when the time comes... hehehehe."

"Eh, eh? Eh!"

Jian Yong stared in amazement as Zhang Hongcheng snatched two bags of Dachan from his pocket.

Zhang Hongcheng put away the two packs of cigarettes with a smile.

"You don't have to do anything. I'll help you."

"Hey, Lao Zhang, I was just joking. I heard that driver never accepted cigarettes from others and never had any interest in anyone!"

"Hurry up and give me back the cigarettes. I'm going to send them home so my dad can have a taste of good Northeastern cigarettes!"

Zhang Hongcheng confidently slapped Jian Yong's hand away.

"Years ago, I'll take care of this for you."

"Stop bragging! New Year's Day is the day after tomorrow!"

Jian Yong tried to grab it, but Zhang Hongcheng refused to give it to him.

The two finally started arguing.

Several waiters in the hall immediately came over to watch the fun.

Zhang Hongcheng clamped Jian Yong's thighs with his hands, and Jian Yong sneered.

"Boy, have you never heard that an arm cannot twist a thigh?!!"

Half a minute later, Zhang Hongcheng successfully lifted Jian Yong's legs.

Several waiters laughed.

"Roar, the arms really beat the thighs!"

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