On the other hand, when the team leader Xu Qunyi saw that Zhu Fucai, the team leader of Zhucun Production Team, agreed to the literary fight so readily, he felt something was wrong and asked the deputy team leader Zhang Qiushi to inquire about the situation of Zhucun Production Team.

After asking around, I actually found out some things.

Zhu Fucai's eldest grandson from Zhucun Production Brigade participated in a quotation competition held by the city in the first half of this year and almost made it to the finals.

I almost made it to the finals, which means I could recite at least a hundred quotations.

No wonder Zhu Fucai agreed to this literary duel so readily. He is confident that he can win this literary duel.

A group of cadres from the Zhangli Village Brigade discussed the matter. Since there were still three days left before the competition, and there would always be brave men who would take up arms when there was a big reward, they decided to hold a selection meeting for the competition next to the banyan tree of the brigade two days later in the evening.

The five people who recite the most quotations will be awarded five work points each, and the three people who are finally selected will be awarded ten work points. If they win the game, they will be awarded fifteen work points, a number of various tickets, and one yuan.

One work point is equal to ten points, and fifteen work points are equal to one hundred and fifty points, which is equivalent to Zhang Qiurui's work for a month.

When the news reached the production team members, it immediately caused a stir in Zhangli Village. Everyone started talking about it, some marveling at the generous reward, while others were eager to try their hand at the selection.

When Zhang Qiurui heard the news, his eyes lit up and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.

"This is a great opportunity! Not only can I bring honor to the brigade, but I can also get such a generous reward and improve my family's life. Whether I can continue my studies depends on this opportunity." Zhang Qiurui thought to himself.

After dinner in the evening, Zhang Qiurui rummaged through the drawers and found the little red book that the brigade had given to their family a few years ago.

This Little Red Book is the second edition and contains 366 quotations. In the early years, the brigade organized team members to study the contents of the Little Red Book every now and then. They also had group recitation activities before going to work or on certain festivals to boost morale. This craze did not end until 1971.

After finding the Little Red Book, Zhang Qiurui went back to her room with the oil lamp. She sat at the desk in front of the window and quietly flipped through the Little Red Book.

I found that many of the quotations in this little red book are commonly said in later generations.

What about a single spark that can start a prairie fire, what about studying hard and making progress every day, what about doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing, what about women holding up half the sky, what about the quote "Long live the people", what...

After reading through it, Zhang Qiurui was able to recite sixty or seventy quotations without memorizing them. The other quotations were not difficult either. Each quotation had only a few words, with some having more than thirty words and some having only a few.

It took me a day to basically memorize it.

Afterwards, Zhang Qiurui took out a pen and notebook and copied the quotations again. One reason was to deepen her impression, and the other was that there was only one copy of the quotations at home, and it would be inconvenient for both her and Mingqi to recite them, so she simply copied one herself.

Not long after, Mingqi brought Minghua and Mingduo into the room. Seeing her aunt writing and drawing with a little red book, she was slightly startled. She asked Minghua to take Mingduo to bed first, and she walked over.

"Mingqi, please sit down first. I'll talk to you after I finish copying these quotations." Zhang Qiurui heard the footsteps behind her and said without raising her head.

Mingqi nodded, tiptoed to a wooden bench next to her aunt and sat down, her eyes fixed on her aunt's focused back.

There was only a dim oil lamp lit in the room, but it was enough to illuminate the little red book in Zhang Qiurui's hand and her careful and meticulous face.

She always felt that her aunt seemed to have changed after she recovered from her illness. She felt something strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange.

In the past, her aunt would not do her homework if she could avoid it after school, but now she was copying quotations, which made Mingqi feel confused and puzzled.

She remembered that her aunt used to be lively and active, and loved to chase and play with the children in the village. But since she recovered from a serious illness, her aunt seemed like a different person. Not only did she become much quieter, but she also often immersed herself in her own world.

"I know you want to continue studying. Our family's situation isn't good. If we don't have a reason to convince your grandma, my hope of continuing your studies will be slim.

This literary competition with Zhujia Village Brigade is a good opportunity.

As long as we can represent our team in the competition, or even win it, we'll have a chance to convince your grandma to let us continue studying." After Zhang Qiurui finished copying the quotations from the Little Red Book, she closed the book and turned to her eldest niece seriously.

In the original body's memory, this eldest niece studied very well, had a gentle personality and was hardworking. If she didn't go to junior high school, her mother would definitely not let this eldest niece continue to study.

The family hasn't been divided yet, and her eldest brother and sister-in-law don't have the money to support their niece's studies. In addition, her eldest brother doesn't care about things, and her sister-in-law is weak and has no opinion. If she doesn't step in, her niece's hope of continuing her studies will be dashed.

"You know what? Ninety-nine percent of the people in the village think that it's a waste of time and money for girls to go to school. They think we're money losers. There's no point in studying so much because we're all going to get married in the future.

Now, if we can win this game for the team, we can show your grandmother that our persistence and hard work are worthwhile. Maybe she will change her mind and let us continue to go to school. Knowledge can change destiny, regardless of gender. "

As Zhang Mingqi listened to her aunt's words, fire gradually ignited in her eyes.

She clenched her fists tightly, as if to etch this determination deeply into her heart. "Don't worry, little aunt, I will definitely work hard! For ourselves, and to prove to everyone, we are no worse than anyone else!"

"Read it carefully and memorize it well." Zhang Qiurui handed the little red book to Zhang Mingqi.

On the other side, Zhou Guihua had seen her daughter rummaging through boxes and drawers looking for the little red book. She opened the window and saw the oil lamp lit in her daughter's room. Two little heads were holding a book, seemingly reading something.

Zhou Guihua looked puzzled when she saw this scene, and murmured, "Qiu Rui, Ming Qi, it's not that I don't give you a chance, but now it depends on whether you can seize this opportunity."

She knows what the children at home are thinking even without them saying it, but she can guess about 70% of it.

It's just that life in this world isn't easy! I hope my youngest daughter and oldest granddaughter can do better.