Chapter 14 Chapter 14 That's killing a chicken with a butcher knife
People don't believe in supernatural powers these days, and Liu Yinshuang's previous words and actions made people present think that this girl had some problems with her brain, so no one cared about what she said about whether she was dead or alive or a ghost.
Instead of worrying about this, you might as well get in front and buy the cloth earlier. Otherwise, if it’s your turn and they’re sold out, you’ll regret it.
Shen Shaoyuan glanced at Liu Yinshuang who was gradually going away, exchanged a look with Shen Moer that they both understood, and asked quietly: "Do you know that girl?"
It’s no wonder, Shen Moer thought about it carefully and found that she “should” know Liu Yinshuang.
Liu Yinshuang and the original owner were in the same grade in junior high school. When the original owner was in the first grade, Liu Yinshuang was in the second grade. There were not many students in the middle school, and even fewer female students, so they were somewhat familiar with each other. Moreover, the Yangliu Brigade and the Songshu Brigade were next door, so the two often ran into each other on the way to and from school, so although they were not particularly familiar with each other, they still knew each other.
That is, why did this girl say she was a ghost?
Shen Moer didn't have time to think about it, because if she didn't squeeze in, the fabric would be sold out!
More than half an hour later, Shen Moer, holding the ten feet of cloth she had just snatched, and Shen Shaoyuan, carrying a thermos and a paper bag of salt, walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative. The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.
I was really lucky. I bought a thermos and some cloth without a ticket. This trip to the supply and marketing cooperative was really worthwhile.
Next, I'll go to the brick and tile factory sales department to inquire about the market price of bricks and tiles, and buy a few tiles for repairing the house. Today's mission will be completed.
Liuqiao Commune had two commune-run factories, one was a textile factory, and the other was a kiln factory. The kiln factory was restructured from a former private workshop, so it was quite old. When Mr. Shen built the row of blue brick and tile houses, he bought the bricks and tiles from them.
It is also because of the existence of such a kiln factory that the houses built by the surrounding brigades are much more magnificent than those in other places. Almost every brigade has large blue brick and tile houses. Those who do not have the money to buy so many bricks and tiles will use bricks to build half a wall and use tiles to build a main house or something.
There was a sales department at the entrance of the kiln factory. When the salesperson heard that they only wanted to buy a few tiles, his attitude was lukewarm. However, at least he answered all the questions that Shen Moer and the others had asked clearly. It would cost more than a hundred yuan to build a new house with bricks and tiles.
But this was expected. Although Shen Moer and Shen Shaoyuan were introverted and soft, they actually secretly cared about how much their two blue brick and tile houses were worth. I came here today to ask casually, just to confirm whether the price had changed.
Shen Moer took the thermos and salt, Shen Shaoyuan freed his hands and picked up a stack of tiles, and the father and daughter came out of the store.
There were two people standing by the blue brick wall outside the kiln factory. One was older, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and dark blue cloth pants, looking like a leader. The other was in his twenties, holding a bucket in one hand and a brush in the other, and was mumbling to the older man with a drooped head.
"Director, it's not that I don't want to work hard. I've been practicing calligraphy at home every day, but it's not something you can master overnight. Besides, my handwriting is barely good enough, and I'm really bad at drawing! How about you look around the factory to see if there's anyone with this skill? If that doesn't work, go to other brother units and borrow someone to help for a few days?"
"Do you think I didn't go to other companies to look for it? The propaganda worker at the textile factory is Xiao Guo's biological sister. Their whole family was sent to labor reform. How could his sister be an exception?"
The older man sighed helplessly: "I even went to the commune shamelessly. There is an officer who can write and draw, but he said that he can't finish the work assigned by the commune leaders, so how can he have time to help us."
The young man then said, "Director, it's not that I'm not active in my work, it's just that my ability is limited. Otherwise, can we just muddle through?"
The older man glared at him and said, "How can we mess up something that concerns the collective reputation? Our kiln factory is one of the most advanced units in the county. Leaders come to inspect us from time to time, and other sister units come to learn from us. If they see that our publicity work is done in a sloppy manner, what a shame!"
The young man muttered: "Why don't you try it yourself?"
The older one was almost pissed off: "I was born into a brick-making family. If I could write and draw, would I need to ask you to go to the Propaganda Department?"
The young man continued to mutter: "Then I'm not a propaganda worker..."
As the two were talking, someone suddenly interrupted and asked, "Excuse me, comrade, what do you mean by writing and drawing?"
The young man turned around and saw two people wearing ragged clothes, holding tiles and carrying thermos bottles. They looked like members who came to the commune to buy supplies. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "We are discussing work here, don't ask around."
There are very few country people who can read and write, let alone write beautifully or draw. That is even more impossible.
So his first reaction was that this was just meddling in other people's business.
I was feeling upset, so naturally my attitude wasn't very good either.
The older man, on the other hand, was not as impetuous as the younger one. Seeing that the two men in front of him were dressed in a rustic manner, but behaved politely and neither servilely nor arrogantly, he was moved and said, "Our factory has some urgent publicity tasks recently. We need to write slogans and draw prints on walls and bulletin boards. We can't find the corresponding talents at the moment. Comrade, since you asked, do you have any special skills in this area?"
Shen Shaoyuan adjusted his posture of holding the tiles and said without any modesty: "Writing slogans and drawing prints will definitely be no problem."
It's not that Shen Shaoyuan is arrogant, but he is really not good in other aspects, but he is very good in calligraphy and painting. In Daliang, all the great scholars of the time praised him and flocked to him.
As you can imagine, writing a slogan or drawing a print is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
The young man looked Shen Shaoyuan up and down, not quite daring to believe: "You can really paint slogans and draw prints? You won't write or draw randomly, right?"
After all, he has been writing and drawing nonsense ever since he took over the job of propagandist.
Originally, I just wrote and drew randomly on the bulletin board. After all, everyone in the factory knew the situation of the Propaganda Department, so at most they would make fun of them. The embarrassment would only be within the factory, so it was no big deal.
But now the county requires all factories and mines to implement the new propaganda tasks as soon as possible, and specifically points out that they should make full use of conspicuous locations such as exterior walls and gates.
Even if he is willing to continue to embarrass himself, the factory leaders will not agree!
But if you tell him that the person in front of him can write slogans and draw, he really doesn't believe it.
The older one immediately said, "Xiao Ding, shut up."
Then he said to Shen Shaoyuan: "Hello, comrade. Let me introduce myself first. I am the head of the Propaganda Department of our Liuqiao Commune Kiln Factory. My name is Xu Weiguo, and this is Xiao Ding from our Propaganda Department, Ding Lixin. Young people are often impatient, so don't mind them."
Xu Weiguo first apologized for Ding Lixin's rudeness, and then asked about Shen Shaoyuan's background. Even though he had already guessed it in his heart, his eyes became more eager after hearing that Shen Shaoyuan was a member of the Yangliu Brigade.
If they were talents from other sister units, they would at most find ways to borrow them for a while. But it was different for team members. If they were really good, they could even apply to the factory to recruit them directly.
It’s not necessarily the case for regular workers, but there will definitely be no problem for temporary workers. Then the dilemma of having no one available in their Propaganda Department will be easily solved!
Xu Weiguo pondered secretly in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He just said that there was really no one in their Propaganda Department who could do this job at the moment, and asked Shen Shaoyuan if he could help them write the few words on the wall.
Shen Shaoyuan knew that the other party wanted to test him and measure his level, so he didn't refuse. He carefully placed a stack of tiles on the ground and took the paint bucket and brush from Ding Lixin.
After asking clearly what words needed to be written, he stood there looking at the wall for a while, then dipped the brush in paint and started to work.
At the beginning, Ding Lixin quietly reminded Xu Weiguo that if this person scribbled and drew on their wall, making it a mess, they would have to find a way to paint the wall later, which would be troublesome.
However, before he could finish his words, he saw that the first word on the wall had already been written. At one glance, he was so surprised that his mouth opened so wide that an egg could fit in his mouth!
Really, the handwriting is so good!
Good and fast!
You know, to write slogans on the wall, even the former propagandist Xiao Guo had to first draw an outline on the wall and then fill it in with paint.
As for Ding Lixin, he basically couldn't even type the outline of a word.
As a result, the ragged man in front of him was writing on the wall with a brush as easily as writing on paper with a pen. He didn't even need to make any outlines or shadows. He just wrote a word in a flash.
Moreover, the handwriting was very beautiful.
Ding Lixin didn't know how to describe it, he just knew that he had never seen such beautiful characters before.
It took almost no time to write the slogan on the wall.
"Well, it's really well written, Comrade Shen Shaoyuan, you are amazing!" Ding Lixin cheered as loudly as he had doubted before.
"It's really well written. Comrade Shen's level is too high!" Xu Weiguo was also very excited. "Comrade Shen, our department is indeed facing difficulties. I wonder if you can spare some time to come and help? I will definitely not let you help for nothing. We will pay you labor fees according to the working hours. Of course, if the work is completed well, I will also try my best to help you get a job opportunity. Do you think it's okay?"
There's nothing wrong with this. Shen Shaoyuan originally thought this might be an opportunity, so he came here to recommend himself.
Of course it would be best if we could recruit workers, but if not, earning some labor fees would also be good.
Ten minutes later, the father and daughter returned to the donkey cart.
After Aunt Chen sold the basket of melons, she was already waiting on the donkey cart. Seeing that Shen Moer and the others had taken so many things, she couldn't help but sigh: "Your trip was really not in vain, there are so many things, hey, there are also thermos bottles and cloth?!"
Shen Moer smiled and said, "I'm lucky. I came across a supply and marketing cooperative that had defective thermoses and defective cloth for sale."
Aunt Chen slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, this is really good. I missed it. Such good things are gone in a flash, right? You are really lucky today. This is a great harvest!"
Shen Moer smiled and said, “Yes, I’m lucky, and I got a great harvest!”
This trip was definitely worth it. Her father even found a job. Didn’t they have a great harvest?
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