"You use a lot of brainpower when writing articles. Eat an egg to replenish your brain."
The next morning, after breakfast, everyone went to work or school. Xu Yanfen sneaked into An Jingzhi's study, took out an egg and handed it to him.
An Jingzhi felt warm in his heart and thanked the old lady, "Grandma, writing articles doesn't require much brainpower, and our family's financial situation is not easy. Please don't save eggs for me in the future."
These eggs are usually taken to town to be exchanged for things.
It is said that farmers are free and can raise a few poultry to achieve egg freedom, but in fact this is not the case at all. Although they raise chickens, they cannot eat the eggs at will. Every egg is useful.
Xu Yanfen put down the egg and turned a deaf ear to him. "How can writing an article not use your brain? Just eat it. If it really gets published in the Capital Daily, our family will be honored." After saying this, Xu Yanfen felt something was wrong and added, "But don't put too much pressure on yourself."
After saying that, he went out.
When the whole family goes to work, Xu Yanfen will also do some work within her ability and earn six or seven work points.
As for An Jingzhi, the accountant, he usually just has to work at home. Of course, he has to go to the brigade headquarters occasionally to attend some small meetings.
For example, now, he had just written an article for more than an hour, and someone came to his house to ask him to go to the brigade headquarters for a meeting.
An Jingzhi had no choice but to go out with a notebook and a pen.
When passing by the ridges of the fields, you can see local villagers and educated youth from outside the village working hard in the fields.
These educated youth looked at the respectable An Jingzhi, then looked at themselves who were working in a mess, and for a moment they couldn't tell who was a city dweller and who was a country dweller.
Several female educated youth were talking about An Jingzhi.
"This person is quite good-looking. Who is he from?"
"I saw he had a pen pinned to his chest. He must be a cultured person, right?"
"He has a very fair complexion. I don't think I've seen him before."
"It seems he's the team's new accountant, who was just selected a few days ago. We are educated youth from outside the village, so they didn't even notify us when they were selecting cadres."
"I know him. He's the grandson of the An family who's in high school. I never thought such a fair-skinned person could be raised in such a poor and remote village."
An Jingzhi heard the discussion, but he didn't hear clearly what these people were saying. He glanced and saw the female educated youth who had been entangled with the original owner for a lifetime. He looked away immediately because he didn't want to be stuck with her anymore.
The reason why the female educated youth was with the original owner was simply because she wanted to use her as a free meal ticket and a stepping stone, and the original owner only set a trap for her because he was attracted by her beauty.
The two can be said to be equally matched, and neither owes the other anything.
When he passed by the fields cultivated by the large group of people, his stern face immediately became as warm as the gentle spring breeze.
He greeted everyone with a smile and occasionally joined in on the conversation.
Today's topic is still about Li Sannai's family from yesterday, and most people are scolding Zhang Fen and her husband.
Zhang Fen used to take advantage of her big belly to be lazy, but now she doesn’t dare to do that. She works honestly all morning, and the people around her keep staring at her.
Sun Wanfu is more like a diligent old ox, working hard without giving up.
When we arrived at the brigade headquarters, the brigade leader, deputy leader and women's director were all sitting there.
"Jingzhi is here, please sit down."
An Jingzhi found a stool and sat down. Every time he came to the meeting, it was about some useless things, or things that he could not take care of or had nothing to do with him, but he still had to come and listen.
"It won't be long before we start harvesting the crops, but our team still has the task of digging ditches. I called you all here to discuss how to coordinate this matter," said the team leader.
"The purpose of digging ditches is to prevent heavy rains in the rainy season from washing away our village. There is no need to be so anxious for the time being. We must make arrangements for food first. I'm sure the higher-ups will understand us." said the deputy captain.
The women's director also agreed with the deputy captain's statement.
An Jingzhi just sat there and listened to the discussion.
Seeing that An Jingzhi remained silent, the captain asked, "Jingzhi, what do you think?"
An Jingzhi smiled and said, "I've only been working as an accountant for a short time. I mainly manage the books, so I don't know much about these things."
As far as I can remember, there weren't any heavy rainstorms this year, so it was fine for everyone to make arrangements for food, so An Jingzhi stopped talking.
Finally, everyone reached a consensus that they would first focus on harvesting the crops, with all the young and old in the village joining in, and then organize strong laborers to dig ditches.
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The day of harvest soon arrived, and the whole village joined in. As long as they were not lying in bed and unable to get up, they were all forced to work in the fields. Even the cadres could not leave their work. The team leader went to the fields to work personally, and An Jingzhi was sure to be unable to escape.
But fortunately, he had already finished writing his article and was just waiting for letters. He was so tired every day that he could not straighten his back.
After doing it for seven or eight days in a row, An Jingzhi gradually got used to it.
"Jingzhi, there's a letter for you." The postman knocked on An's door on a bicycle.
An Jingzhi took it, chatted with the other party for a few minutes, and then went home to open the letter.
It was a letter from the Capital Daily, saying that his article had been published. Attached to the letter was a ten-dollar writing encouragement. It couldn't be called a fee, but it was called an incentive.
Xu Yanfen saw An Jingzhi standing in the courtyard and said, "What's going on? Hey, why is there a letter? Who sent it to you?"
An Jingzhi said happily, "Grandma! The article I wrote has been reported! Your story will soon be seen by people all over the country!"
Xu Yanfen stood there in a daze, muttering to herself, "Did I report it?"
An Jingzhi grasped the old lady's arm and said affirmatively, "Yes! You will soon become a national celebrity!"
Soon the whole family learned the news and were all very shocked. When An Jingzhi and Xu Yanfen were talking and recording, they thought they were just trying to cheer the old lady up, but they didn't expect it to be true.
When they started working, everyone in the team knew that An Jingzhi had written an article about Xu Yanfen, which was published in the Capital Daily.
Even the team leader came to ask a few questions.
"Is this true? Can any article be published in the Capital Daily?" asked Zhang Wunai.
"What do you mean he just wrote an article casually? He's a high school student and an educated person. It's not surprising that his article was published in the Capital Daily?" Li Sannai retorted.
"There are so many high school students. Aren't many of those educated youth high school students? I haven't seen them write any articles to report." Grandma Zhang curled her lips and glanced at the group of educated youth in the distance with disdain. Many of them worked worse than children.
Li Sannai also looked at the group with disdain, "How can they compare with Jing Zhi?"
Grandma Zhang Wu also nodded in agreement, "Yes, our Jingzhi is also a scholar, and he doesn't complain about working in the fields, unlike them."
Many people asked Xu Yanfen whether the story was true or not.
Xu Yanfen's mouth corners never curved with joy.
"How could this be false? The letter has been delivered. This morning, the postman delivered the letter from the Capital Daily to my house. I saw it with my own eyes. It's true!" She didn't mention the ten-dollar writing incentive.
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