Wen Xiuying had recovered after resting for more than ten days. If her husband had not been worried and stopped her, she would have taken leave and gone back to work long ago.
I'm not idle at home either.
Organize the information sent from Changle County, write articles, and then write report materials.
When Jiang Ningning came to visit, she had written the ending of her manuscript:
[…When the contract of pawning wives turned to ashes amid the gongs and drums of the collective wedding, and when the tears of the “A-Les” reflected the morning light of the school for the first time, what we touched was not only the demise of the remaining poison of feudalism, but also the song of the era of rule of law and green mountains and rivers.]
When it comes to writing, people of this era are not inferior at all.
In terms of professionalism, Jiang Ningning is really not as good as Wen Xiuying.
The cadres of this era are wholeheartedly devoted to building the future of the motherland and have no selfish motives.
This purity is lovely and respectable.
"You've come at the right time. Can you help me see what needs to be revised? I plan to submit it to the headquarters of the Chinese community in Beijing." The official newspaper in the capital has greater influence and can be spread further.
If women's federations across the country can work with Changle County as a case study and adapt to local conditions, they can rescue more women from the crisis.
Jiang Ningning was in awe of Wen Xiuying's great ambition.
There is actually no room for modification in this article.
After thinking for a while, she only added one more word:
[In the past, Ah Le lived on his knees, but today, Chun Hua walks with her chest held high—what has changed is the name, but what has been established is the law of the country!]
Ma Chunhua didn’t have a name before, it was her elder sister Ma Hehua who gave her the name.
I still remember how excited she was and how she cried when she received her household registration booklet at the police station that day. Ma Erya became her former name.
From then on, she was Ma Chunhua.
"That's a good addition," Wen Xiuying's eyes lit up, "The article is based on Ma Chunhua, and her name means life. Ningning, can you help me look at the report again..."
All morning, the two were busy discussing their work.
When the three little ones came back from school, Wen Xiuyingcai stopped to chat with them, still unsatisfied.
"Look at my brain," she patted her head, walked into the room and took out a document bag.
"I have your admission ticket here, and I have prepared all the stationery for you."
As soon as she saw the admission ticket, Jiang Ningning couldn't help but shiver.
Preparing for the college entrance examination in both lifetimes.
Get up earlier than the chicken and sleep later than the dog.
Sometimes she would dream that she didn’t bring a pen to the exam room, or that she hadn’t finished the test paper, and she would be so scared that she would wake up in the middle of the night.
Seeing her with a frown on her face, Wen Xiuying found it a little strange. She thought Ningning was fearless.
She consoled him: "Strictly speaking, this exam is not considered a formal college entrance exam. It still falls under the category of recruiting college students for farmers and soldiers."
"It's just that the situation is special this time. We won't adopt the recommendation system, but a unified recruitment system. We will select outstanding talents from the military and cadres to go to major universities across the country for further studies."
"After you graduate, you will become the backbone of various fields."
Jiang Ningning suddenly understood.
She was originally still confused. The college entrance examination would not be resumed until the 77th year of the 1977th year, so why was it suddenly brought forward? She thought that the world of fiction was illogical.
However, is Sister Wen too confident in her?
Listening to the confident tone, it seems as if she will definitely pass the exam.
"What if I fail the exam?" Jiang Ningning decided to give her a shot of prevention first.
Wen Xiuying bit into a piece of peanut crisps, and her mouth was full of fragrance. Her sister was clever and skillful, and she was good at everything, so even the exam was no problem.
"This exam mainly tests Chinese, mathematics and politics. You have written so many articles in the Propaganda Department, so there will be no problem for you to enter Tsinghua University. I will help you arrange it later and set up three or four tables to celebrate. I have even ordered the meat."
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