Chapter 102 The nitpicking reporter

In order to set up this example, the county government propaganda department has gone to great lengths.

Even the reporters from the Heijiang Provincial Work Station of the two newspapers and one magazine were invited, plus some northern newspapers and magazines, a total of seven or eight came, a total of more than ten people. They still had to borrow a large truck from the armed forces department to bring the reporters in one trip.

Lu Qingan and his partner decided to take everyone to visit the brigade's sideline first. On the way, the reporters kept asking questions, and the two really had to think about every word they answered, for fear that if they didn't answer well, it would bring shame to the brigade.

After walking a short distance, the two were sweating profusely, feeling more tired than doing a day's farm work.

The first place we went to was the pig farm. The reporters saw six pigs in the kennel, all of which were quite fat. They asked why there were so many pigs left.

Lu Qingan quickly jumped out and said that these were the pigs that the brigade kept for the New Year.

"Other production teams only kept one or two pigs for the New Year. Why did your brigade keep so many? There is a great shortage of meat in the city." A female reporter asked with a frown.

Lu Qingan glanced at the female reporter. She looked fat and it was obvious that she had eaten a lot.

But he still smiled and answered: "Other production teams have fewer people, but our team has more people, nearly 1,200 people. These six pigs may seem like a lot, but if they are really killed, the meat will only be about 600 kilograms at most, which means each person will only get half a kilogram."

"Half a kilogram per person is not a small amount. Many families in the city only have one or two kilograms of meat during the New Year."

"In the countryside, only this period of time can you eat some meat throughout the year." Lu Qing'an stopped smiling. I'm afraid this female reporter is here to pick a fight.

The female reporter pursed her lips and stopped talking. However, a reporter saw that the pigs were well raised and asked about the method of raising pigs.

Lu Qing'an was happy to answer this question. This was a good method he had figured out in the past few years. It would be good if it could be promoted and benefit other teams.

"To raise pigs, first of all, you need to pay attention to hygiene. The pig house must be clean and tidy so that the pigs will not get sick. Secondly, you need to be careful about what they eat. I have been thinking about this for several years and have come up with a method. Mix pig grass and old vegetables and cook them, then add some rice bran and wheat bran. It would be best if there is bean dregs. This way, pigs like to eat and grow fast..."

When the female reporter heard about feeding vegetables to pigs, she jumped out again, "It's hard for workers in the city to get vegetables, and your team actually feeds pigs with vegetables. Isn't this a capitalist style?"

There was a moment of silence at the scene. Su Mo had been here for a while and couldn't listen any more. It was obvious that the female reporter had been instructed by someone to come here to find fault.

"Comrade reporter, do you want to be a counter-revolutionary and stir up conflicts between the working class and the peasant class?" Su Mo's voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

The female reporter's face immediately changed, and she shouted: "Who are you? How can you arbitrarily label people? Don't label them as enemy agents."

"I am Su Mo, an educated youth who went to the countryside. You are good at labeling people. One moment I call you a capitalist, and the next moment I call you an enemy agent."

The female reporter's face immediately turned black.

Su Mo took off the backpack and put it on the ground. Fortunately, when she came over, she brought Lao Caibangzi with her.

"I'm here to deliver some old vegetable leaves. You journalists can come and have a look. I picked them yesterday when I was pickling sauerkraut. The old vegetables are not fit for human consumption, so I'm sending them here to feed the pigs. The brigade will give me one work point for this basket of old vegetable leaves."

"If these old vegetable leaves are not sent here to feed the pigs, they will just rot in the field. How come this female journalist says that such a reasonable use of waste is a capitalist practice?"

The journalists looked over and saw that they were indeed not good leaves. They looked old and some of them were even yellow. It's okay to throw them away, but it's also okay to eat them.

"Farmer comrades grow crops in the countryside and grow their own vegetables, so it is naturally more convenient for them to eat vegetables than in the city. When vegetables are plentiful, it is normal for them not to eat them. Worker comrades produce in the city, so it is inevitable that they will have difficulties in getting vegetables sometimes, but the state is already trying its best to allocate and ensure supply."

"You can't label a farmer comrade as a capitalist just because he ate a few more bites of vegetables. In your eyes, do you think it is normal for farmer comrades to eat coarse food and not have enough to eat or wear warm clothes?"

"Or do you think that the working class is inherently superior to the peasant class?" Who doesn't like to nitpick?

"The great Chairman has said that all classes are equal. But from what you said, in your mind, the two classes are not equal. Or you want to stir up trouble, to provoke opposition between the two classes and destroy class unity. I seriously suspect that you are a counter-revolutionary."

"Excuse me, who knows this female reporter? Which newspaper are you from? What's your name? I think your thinking is very problematic. I think it's difficult for you to write a fair and just report. I will write to your unit to complain."

The female reporter naturally didn't dare to talk to her. Tao Peisheng, who was hiding in the corner with a camera, pinched his throat and said the name of the female reporter and the newspaper she belonged to.

He had disliked her for a long time. She kept complaining as if she was so capable. This young wife of Lao Lu is also very powerful. She made people speechless with just one word.

When the female reporter saw her name was exposed, her face turned from black to red, and finally to crimson purple.

"I, I just said it casually. There's no need to be so serious."

She had a hard time getting this job. If she really wrote a letter to complain, she would probably lose this job.

Su Mo sneered, "Then I hope you won't write casually when you write articles. If you can't be true, accurate, objective and comprehensive, I suggest you change your career. Otherwise, it is very likely that your casual writing will cause many people to lose their families."

The female reporter hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to say a word. She was afraid that Su Mo would really write a letter to complain about her, so she didn't dare to be angry or speak.

Lu Baoguo secretly gave Lu Qing'an a thumbs up. This old man was smart and knew to find his old daughter-in-law.

Those who make a living by writing should be dealt with by people who are good at writing. This remark made the person speechless.

Lu Qingan asked someone to call Su Mo over. Originally, he thought that she should be easier to communicate with these reporters and asked her to come to help. Unexpectedly, she really helped a lot.

If this is really accused of capitalist style, the reputation of this advanced production brigade will probably be ruined.

At this point, Su Mo couldn't stay. She gave the old vegetable helper to the old man who fed the pigs and left.

After checking the side jobs, the two took the reporters to stroll around the fields, focusing on introducing them to the new canals dug in the past two years and the reasons for the increase in grain production.

After what happened, the reporters became more prudent and asked less pointed questions. After

the visit, some reporters stayed to interview the brigade cadres, while others walked around the village and met with the villagers to learn about the situation.

We certainly can't just take the word of the brigade cadres as the truth. We still have to ask the members to understand the true situation. The false report of 10,000 catties of corn per mu must not appear again.

Tao Peisheng also took a camera and mixed in, filming while secretly checking to see if there were any suspicious traces.