Li Xiangyang knew Lu Wensheng too well. He knew that Xiaolu didn't like to touch those dirty things, but he had never planned to let her do it.
But when the little deer suggested to find a buyer for the mushrooms, he agreed, but...
It's been several days, why hasn't he come back yet? Could it be that I missed him?
Li Zhenguo was more direct. When he heard his father's question, he replied while washing his feet:
"I estimate I'll be back tomorrow. I know what to do. After all, I still have to go to the chemical plant for an exam."
Li Xiangyang slapped his head when he heard this, he almost forgot about this matter. He was about to go to the brigade headquarters to call Lu Xie's house to remind her that such an important matter could not be forgotten.
Li Zhenguo quickly held him down and advised, "Dad, don't worry. It's already so late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. There are still a few days before the exam!"
“That’s true…”
Li Xiangyang sat back on the kang and sighed, "Alas, I am getting old. I am not as comprehensive as you. From now on, this village will have to rely on you and Fugui.
A few days ago, when I went to the commune for a meeting, I told Director Ma about the change of village chief. After the first month of the lunar year, he will write a note and I will sign it. "
Li Zhenguo felt very uncomfortable when he heard his father say such things, and advised:
"Dad, what are you talking about? Our village can't survive without you.
Brother Fugui and I still have to rely on you to keep an eye on us. We really have no idea what to do when it comes to big things! This village will fall apart without you."
Li Xiangyang was instantly satisfied, and he puffed quickly on the small pipe in his hand:
"Okay, Boss, you've been working hard these past two days. Hurry up and go back to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow."
"Oh, okay, Dad!"
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On the second day, before dawn, Lu Wensheng dragged Shen Lingling to the team. As for Han Muchen...
He went back the next day because Uncle Xiaoxie was too picky and most people couldn't stand his bullying.
To put it bluntly, that is simply the mentality of the exploiting class who love laziness and hate work. Once they catch someone, they would like to use him to death!
That is to say, it is only among our own people. If outsiders knew about it, they would definitely be dragged out and criticized.
Li Sihai and Chen Cheng have a deep understanding of this point, and they admire Lu Wensheng more and more in their hearts. She was able to dig out such an ancestor. She is simply a unique talent in the world!
As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, they heard a broadcast on the loudspeaker:
"I hope everyone will not forget the evil old society and class struggle, and cherish our hard-earned happy life today. Now let me tell you a little story..."
Shen Lingling listened carefully for a while before tentatively asking, "Is that Xiao Luzi's voice coming from the speaker?"
Lu Wensheng nodded without thinking: "Yes, it's him. During the days when you were not at home, he wrote a lot of materials. In addition to posting big-character posters on the bulletin board, he also read them to everyone."
What she didn't say was that the village chief had actually assigned the task before the Chinese New Year.
Because Lingling went home for the New Year, this glorious and arduous task naturally fell on Ma Yingjie.
What he didn't expect was that after he had worked for three days and three nights and finally finished writing, the captain actually said:
"Lu, your Mandarin is the best in our entire peace brigade, so you will be the one reading it every day.
Read for half an hour every morning from 10 to 11, and you can decide the time yourself. "
Just as Ma Yingjie was about to refuse Li Fugui, he continued, "You don't have to go to the manure pile!"
"Go, go, go, I will do my best! Such a glorious mission must be mine.
Captain, I am just a brick in the peace brigade. I will be moved wherever I am needed. It is just reading the radio program about remembering the bitter past and thinking about the sweet past. Who else but me can do it? "
Ma Yingjie patted his chest loudly. He would do anything as long as he was not allowed to pile manure.
Hence, from that day on, Ma Yingjie went further and further on the road of being a broadcaster, especially in making up short stories, which he became very skilled at.
Thinking about Sister Shen being able to make money by writing novels and submitting them for publication made him want to give it a try.
For example, this:
Once upon a time there was a village where almost all the villagers came from poor peasant families. They had many children and could not get enough food to eat.
In winter, we didn’t even have thick cotton clothes, so we had to huddle together to keep warm.
But the landlord had plenty of fish and meat, and his warehouse was full of grain.
The young and strong men in the village were forced to work for the landlords. They worked so hard that their bones were exposed but they earned very little money. If they made the slightest mistake, they would be severely beaten.
Later, the village chief was liberated and was distributed land through land reform. The people in the village were grateful to the country and the Party, and thanks to their hard work, they gradually began to live a good life.
Children can go to school and no longer have to worry about going hungry or cold.
Whenever the villagers think of this incident, they are filled with emotion and cherish their current lives even more.
Lu Wensheng and Shen Lingling listened to Lu Hao's vivid narration on the radio and smiled at each other. This boy is quite capable.
They know that although these stories are simple, they are a reflection of real history.
At this time, Li Zhenguo came over slowly after listening to the story. He smiled and said to the two of them:
"I'm back. Was it cold on the road?
This Ma Yingjie is really quite good now. These stories really make people understand the difficulty of life nowadays."
"Who said it wasn't? It makes me despise myself for spending so much!" Lu Wensheng also echoed.
"How was it going? Did you find a market for your mushrooms when you went into the city this time?" After the loudspeaker finished broadcasting, Li Zhenguo asked the question that concerned him most.
Lu Wensheng nodded: "Hard work pays off, and we have finally found a few!"
As he spoke, he took out the list and portrayed himself as the hard-working slave of several factories that he had found with great difficulty. Of course, he had put a lot of thought into this.
Li Zhenguo took the order and looked at it. When he saw the order quantity, he smiled with satisfaction and praised:
"Not bad, not bad. It's our little deer after all. Now we won't have to worry about selling mushrooms in our village."
He roughly calculated that the amount he ordered was neither more nor less, basically the total amount of mushrooms produced in this crop.
Shen Lingling also praised Lu Wensheng:
"Brother, this time it's all thanks to Shengsheng. She's been running around these past two days, her lips are almost worn out, and she even treated people to dinner. She finally managed to win this business for our village."
Li Zhenguo was very moved when he heard this. He knew that this was not something that ordinary people could accomplish. He smiled and said:
"Little Deer, you have made such a great contribution to the village, so I must reward you well.
How about this, if the team does well at the end of this year, I will ask the captain to give you an extra bonus when the food is distributed, what do you think?"
He made this proposal after careful consideration and discussion with his father. Now that he is poor, who cares what will happen in the future? Just paint a pie in the sky first, and then fulfill it when he has money to distribute the grain.
Lu Wensheng waved his hands quickly, "Brother, this is not possible. I am also thinking about our village. How can I accept the bonus?"
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