After harvesting rice and beans, it's time to harvest sweet potatoes.
This job is simple, but not simple either.
Originally, Song Songbai was supposed to be assigned to the heavy labor of digging sweet potatoes, but unfortunately, with one hoe, he cut the sweet potatoes in half.
The team leader shook his head and sent him to the team carrying sweet potatoes.
Song Songbai's face turned pale. It was the first time that he was disliked for his work.
Zhou Yian, who was used to being looked down upon, was also one of the people carrying the sweet potatoes. When he saw Song Songbai like this, he couldn't help but laugh.
Just when everyone was working hard to carry the sweet potatoes.
There was a postman on his bicycle, his bell ringing.
"Comrade Zhou Yian, Comrade Zhou Yian. I have a letter!"
"Here!" Zhou Yian shouted loudly and went forward.
"This is sent to you from the Beijing Newspaper Company. I brought it here specially." said the postman.
"Beijing newspaper." Someone nearby heard and whispered.
Zhou Yian smiled happily. They had finally arrived. "That's great. Thank you so much, comrade."
I secretly took out a few White Rabbit candies from my pocket, actually from my space, and stuffed them into the mailman's pockets. "Thank you so much for making this special trip. Sweetie, you're welcome."
"Comrade Zhou, you are so polite. You go ahead and do your work. I'll go on my way to serve the people." The postman rode his bicycle away.
After the postman left, people, both known and unknown, began to mail newspapers to Zhou Yian. "What newspaper is that, Zhou Zhiqing?"
"Yes, it was sent from Beijing."
"It's the article I submitted to the Beijing Municipal Government some time ago. I think it's been reported." Zhou Yian said, "Let me open it and take a look."
I opened it and found several newspapers, a five-dollar remittance slip and a piece of letter paper. I glanced at them.
Zhou Yian took out a newspaper and began to read aloud, "In September 1965, I volunteered to go to the countryside as an educated youth and came to Gejiazhuang. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the villagers are warm and hospitable. I am busy with farming here..."
"Gejiazhuang, they're talking about us."
"We reported it."
The young, middle-aged, and elderly people around became more and more excited as they listened, and shouted to the other people on the ground, "Gejiazhuang has reported it."
"Gejiazhuang has reported it!"
The fact that this article was included in a Beijing newspaper is not only an honor for Zhou Yian, but also an honor for all the villagers in Gejiazhuang!
The commotion here didn't stop until Village Chief Ge heard the news and came over.
The village chief took the newspaper and read it carefully. "Thank you so much, Zhou Zhiqing. I didn't expect you to do this. I want to thank you on behalf of all the villagers in Gejiazhuang."
The accompanying pictures are photos of his son and some villagers.
Zhou Yian gave three newspapers to the village chief and kept only one for himself.
"In the evening, we'll use the loudspeaker to read the article to everyone a few more times. I wonder if Zhou Zhiqing is willing to do that?" asked Village Chief Ge.
"Of course." Although it was a bit embarrassing to read his own article, it was all for the purpose of building momentum and giving the masses the impression that being an educated youth was actually quite useful.
This way, your future life will be better.
To this end, Zhou Yian is willing to do something and pay a small price.
At this moment, when she was reading the article on the stage, she saw the people in the audience, their faces full of excitement and sincerity.
Zhou Yian was still moved. It was such an innocent era, but he was moved and filled with pride because of an article praising his hometown.
Zhou Yian also hopes to do more for them, of course, farm work does not count.
Asking her to do farm work would be a burden to them.
After she finished reading the article and stepped down from the stage, almost everyone surrounded her and asked to shake her hand.
Zhou Yian recalled the fear he felt at the state-owned hotel at the beginning.
He responded one by one with a stiff smile.
Song Songbai stood beside her, staring at her hand.
There were several hundred people in Gejiazhuang. Most of the women shook hands, while most of the men retreated under Song Songbai's death ray.
Zhou Yian chuckled, the scene was quite funny. Under Song Songbai's cold gaze, the men were a little timid and ultimately didn't shake hands.
They just saluted each other.
Even so, after returning to the educated youth compound, he still boiled some water first, let Zhou Yian take a bath and wash his hands, and then prepared to eat.
After all this trouble, it was already very late. I was too lazy to wait for Song Songbai to cook, so I directly took out two portions of braised pork from the space to celebrate, as well as some rice that I had cooked too much before and stored in the space.
After taking two bites, Zhou Yian sighed. Although Song Songbai’s cooking skills were good, the braised pork at Jingshi Restaurant was still better.
Sure enough, the food at home is not as good as the food outside.
Domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers.
Fortunately, Song Songbai doesn’t have the ability to read minds, otherwise Zhou Yian would have to be punished again.
At night, in her room, Zhou Yian secretly read the letter that Tian Ye wrote to her. She felt a little guilty and read it quickly.
He didn't say much, just said hello, wrote a few nonsense words, and then asked Zhou Yian to write back to him.
I was torn about whether to reply or not. Not replying would be rude, but replying would also give people a bad impression.
I fell asleep while struggling.
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