Chapter 104 Dare to Think and Dare to Do

An Zhiqiu tilted his head in surprise and eagerly looked at the thin letter, "Thank you, Fei Zhiqing."

Fei Zheng pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay, you and Zhixia usually help me a lot."

After saying that, she looked at Fang Hongye in surprise and said with a smile, "Hongye is back? I heard from Zhixia that you went to Shanghai, Kyoto and Shenzhen? Did you go around and take a look?"

The people who had just seen something ambiguous shifted their attention and surrounded Fang Hongye and asked, "Ye girl, tell us quickly, what is Kyoto like? Did you see Comrade Mao? Did you take any photos at the flagpole in front of the gate?"

"Is Shanghai surrounded by the sea? Do people there still dare to curl their hair and wear tweed coats?"

"Do all bosses in Shenzhen wear glasses and floral shirts? Didn't you buy anything?"

Fang Hongye took a deep breath and answered with a chuckle, "We went with a camera borrowed from Director Xiao An. We took a lot of photos and will develop them for you to see later. It's very tense out there right now. Except for Shenzhen, where things are better, the clothes worn by people in Kyoto and Shanghai aren't that good either. They just have fewer patches than our clothes and don't have any mud spots on them.

Shanghai is a big city, close to the sea, with lots of fish, shrimps and crabs, and the prices are very cheap. I bought some dried fish and shrimp chips, which will be mailed to you in a few days. You can come to my house and try them then."

An Zhiqiu's heart was also moved after hearing this. As soon as Kyoto was mentioned, many images emerged in his mind, some painful, some depressing, some desperate, some happy, some hopeful, and some hardworking.

After a few words, the whistle for the end of work was blown, and the villagers came running over with their farm tools, standing on tiptoe to join in the fun.

"There are also performance troupes in Kyoto, are theirs better or ours?"

Talking about this, Fang Hongye's smile got even bigger, and she started telling everyone from the time when she got on the train, but she glossed over the time when she negotiated the price with the group leaders.

After all, she is a member of a troupe performing. She has greatly improved her language expression, facial expression control, stage control and performance abilities. Everyone follows her words, their hearts go up and down, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, sometimes frightened, sometimes happy and excited. They are more nervous and involved than watching a spy movie, as if they were there with her.

When it was completely dark, everyone was still reluctant to leave and kept urging Fang Hongye to leave.

The village head's wife was still worried about the girl. "My Hongye's voice is hoarse. Let's talk about it tomorrow! She has been traveling for several days. She is tired, sleepy and hungry. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

When she said this, the villagers smiled and made way for her. "Hongye has made great achievements. She is one of the first people in our village to go to Kyoto, Shanghai and Shenzhen. She said it so well, much better than the movie. Don't we forget it once we get into it?"

Hongye, hurry back home. Your mother has been nagging about you since you left."

"Yes, go back and have a good meal, get some rest, and tell us the same thing tomorrow. Oh my, I haven't heard enough, I want to listen from the beginning!"

"Yeah, Hongye, why don't you organize your team to perform?"

Fang Hongye smiled and said, "We can just talk about it in private, but we can't make a big show of it, otherwise it will destroy the unity of the people. We all know what's going on, but we can't flatter the powerful and flatter the weak, nor can we look down on others. Our ancestors have a saying that goes, 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west', and there's also a saying that goes, 'Don't despise the young and poor', which means that the person you look down on now may be out of your reach one day."

Everyone nodded, "Kids who go out are different. They talk in different ways."

Fang Hongye said embarrassedly, "It was Director Xiao An who taught us well. In order to prevent us from being stage-frightened and scared by the city people, he trained us specially. Each of us memorized a lot of things, and we could speak a lot of words without hesitation.

Oh, and there are also the Red Book quotations that we have to say wherever we go! City people want to show off their culture, but they also want to avoid being criticized, so they have to say slogans in everything they do. If you can’t say them, you’ll be laughed at. Director Xiao An also made us recite a lot of offensive words, which made the other party choke a lot! "

Everyone sighed again.

An Zhiqiu smiled. He liked to hear about his sister. It was like drinking a pot of good wine. After everyone left, he smiled and said to Fei Zheng, "You go back and read the letter. I have to go home to cook for Xia Xia. Xia Xia said that cooking skills cannot be rushed. You can learn from the experience of predecessors, but you have to hone it yourself. I have mastered enough. The next step is to integrate it well.

Knife skills are also honed bit by bit. I will go back to cutting potato shreds. What is the saying, practice makes perfect, and quantitative change leads to qualitative change! "

After saying that, he got on the tricycle and rushed out with all his strength.

Fei Zheng held the letter and stood there for a long time.

"What is Fei Zhiqing looking at? Everyone has gone far away, and we have to return the farm tools and go home quickly."

She blushed and trotted towards the warehouse, with a group of people laughing behind her.

"Fei Zhiqing is not young anymore, he is in his twenties, right? Is he attracted to An Zhiqing and ready to settle down with him?"

"An Zhiqing is good-looking, has a job, is rich, and has a good girlfriend. Not to mention her, which unengaged girl in our village wouldn't be interested in her?"

"But I see that I have a lover but I have no interest in him."

"You don't understand this, do you? Boys are slow to develop, so when they do that, they're guaranteed to be as fierce as a tiger! That's why there's a saying that if a man chases a woman, there's a mountain between them, but if a woman chases a man, there's only a layer of gauze between them..."

"You old women, please don't teach the kids bad things. Go home quickly!" The village party secretary couldn't help but stop them with a fierce face as he listened to them talking more and more outrageously, while the young men were still craning their necks to listen.

When An Zhixia was riding her bike slowly home, still thinking about the brick kiln, she saw a person standing in front of her and she didn't even think about stopping, but just rushed straight into the person.

Fang Yuan frowned and stretched out his arm to hold the bike. "What are you thinking about? It's good if you hit someone while riding a bike. If you fall into a ditch and sprain your limbs, you'll cry!"

An Zhixia jumped out of the car and shrank her neck in embarrassment. She looked around and saw that everyone had finished work. "Brother Yuan, are you blocking me?"

"Why are you back so late?"

This familiar tone made An Zhixia stunned. But thinking of what happened with Xiong Quanzi before, she felt even more embarrassed: "I was thinking about building a brick kiln, and I went to the county recycling station to pick up some books, so I came back a little late."

"Brick kiln? Is the commune going to build a brick kiln?"

"Yes, that's what I thought. Hongye and his team came back from outside and brought back a big order for the factory. Now that I have money, I want to do a few more projects, but each one requires building houses, and the commune is also preparing to build primary schools for several neighboring villages, so a lot of bricks are needed.

So I thought why not build a kiln and make bricks ourselves.”

Fang Yuan's brows were filled with helplessness, "It's like a mountain between two different trades. You not only dare to think, but also dare to do it."

(End of this chapter)