Chapter 128

Perhaps it would have been better if I had not agreed to him that day, Qiao Wei always thought so.

If a person still has something to worry about, he can hold on as long as he holds on.

He found someone to entrust his life to, and he felt relieved, so he didn't want to hold on anymore.

This matter was reported to Director Huang, who frowned and asked about the specific situation.

Then he made a decision that there would be no more fighting every day. Even if they are enemies of the people, they cannot eat the people's rice every day, and they must be made to work.

So Meng Zuoyi and the people in the backyard of the Health Bureau got big brooms, and every day they carried brooms to sweep the streets of the county.

This saved them the pain of parading once in the morning and once in the afternoon.

Director Huang stipulated that parades were only allowed once a week.

Meng Zuoyi told Qiao Wei who came to see him, "He is really worried that I will die too."

He laughed, "That's unnecessary. He hanged himself, but I wouldn't hang myself."

It was already November, and the weather was getting cold.

The Agricultural Bureau next door sent sweet potatoes to the neighboring library.

Director Qiao really took the librarians to roast sweet potatoes in the corridor, and the fragrance filled the air.

As they were roasting, it actually started to snow. It snowed so early this year, which was appropriate for the weather.

Yan Xiang ate the sweet potatoes in her mother's arms, feeling very happy.

She heard uncles, aunts, and uncles talking about what was happening on the street, and how middle school students didn't go to class and burned their textbooks.

Director Qiao stared at the drifting snow in a daze.

When she was staring enough, she suddenly stood up, put the child aside, and went back to her office.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Qiao Wei spent two hours in the office, and came up with a list, which she handed to everyone: "Let's get started today, pick out all the books in these categories."

Zheng Ai sighed: "Are you really going to burn them?"

"Who cares?" Qiao Wei said, "Just pick them out first and prepare them."

Everyone spent several days picking out the books in the categories that Qiao Wei had chosen. Yan Xiang also made a great effort.

On New Year's Day, a group of young men and women suddenly broke into the library, shouting: "Take out all the books, burn all those that should be burned!"

The young people were full of vigor and felt that what they were doing was absolutely right, and that the adults would not dare to stop them. Who dared? They

looked around proudly. Sure

enough, the librarians did not dare to stop them, but Qiao Wei did.

"Don't mess with me!" She stood up and yelled, "The books in the library are all classified and sorted every day. If anyone messes with one, I'll see!"

She was so aggressive that the boys couldn't help but shrink back.

But soon the leading boy stiffened his neck: "We are here to review. Those that are not good..."

"We have picked them out!" Qiao Wei interrupted him and waved her hand, "Follow me!"

She turned and left. The boys looked at each other and followed her.

Qiao Wei led them to the middle of several bookshelves: "See, the books piled on the ground in the middle of each bookshelf are all picked out by us. We have already picked them out, so you don't have to bother."

The leading boy went over to take a look. There were piles of books with notes on them: incorrect thinking.

The words were written with a red brush, and it was obvious that they were particularly critical.

The leading boy couldn't find any fault with it, so he nodded pretentiously and praised: "Not bad."

Turning around: "Then let's, um... move these books out and burn them."

This time Qiao Wei didn't hold back, she just crossed her arms and watched these teenagers panting as they moved the books out.

Paper and water, both of which seem to be very light, are actually very dense and heavy.

The group of kids were so tired that they were sweating, but they didn't move much out, and there were still a lot inside.

Everyone's waist couldn't bear it, and a girl said: "Wang Daliang, is it okay? How about burning these first?"

Wang Daliang was the leading boy, and his arms were also very sore. He rubbed his arms and said: "Okay, burn them first."

The faces of the young men and women showed excitement.

The most favorite part is the burning of books!

It was windy in winter. Wang Daliang finally managed to light a match against the wind. Just as he was about to light it, Qiao Wei suddenly rushed over and shouted, "Stop!"

Wang Daliang was so scared that he shivered and the match went out. He said angrily, "What are you doing? You scared me."

Qiao Wei said, "I was going to ask you what you were doing!"

Wang Daliang glared, "Burning books!"

Qiao Wei asked back, "Just burning them like that?"

"Of course! What else!" Wang Daliang said provocatively, secretly hoping that this powerful female curator would stand up and stop them. Ha, that would prove that she was a reactionary, and they could beat her up! Fight her!

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wei pointed at the tip of his nose and criticized him harshly: "New China has only been established for a few years! The Chinese people have only had enough to eat for a few years! You have thrown away the party's fine style of hard work, simplicity, frugality and economy, right? The party has raised you in vain! Your parents have taught you in vain! Right!"

Wang Daliang: "..."

Wang Daliang and his classmates were all stunned.

Qiao Wei pointed at the books piled in the courtyard: "These are books! Books are made of paper! Paper is made of wood! These can be burned!"

She waved her arms: "So many books, so much fuel, you just burned them? Is it a waste? What kind of family are you? A cadre family? How much does your parents' unit spend on fuel every month? How dare you waste it like this? This is fuel! Listen, I'll say it again, this is paper, paper is wood, wood is fuel. These - are all fuel! Do you understand?"

Wang Daliang and his classmates: "..."

They shook their heads together and dared not speak.

The young but very dominant library director rolled his eyes in anger.

She put her hands on her waist and said, "It's winter now. Every household needs to light a stove and cook. Don't you need to start the fire? Don't you need to add fuel? You haven't burned paper before, have you? This is such a useful fuel. It can start and control the fire. It's much more useful than dry grass. Once you throw it into the stove, you don't need to pull the bellows, and the fire will be burning in minutes. Do you understand?"

The furry kids shook their heads timidly but firmly.

They didn't understand.

Director Qiao seemed to be so angry that she couldn't speak, and she kept pinching her eyebrows.

"What's your name? Wang Da Niu?" She pointed at the leading boy.

There was a burst of laughter!

Wang Daliang's face flushed: "Wang Daliang! Bright! The singing is so loud and clear!"

"Okay, Wang Daliang, you are the leader, right?"

Wang Daliang straightened his chest: "Yes!"

"Then you will be responsible for it." Qiao Wei began to arrange the work, "Contact the street office and transport these books to the residents for burning. Distribute them by household and per capita."

A girl's eyes lit up: "This is good! Books can be burned and not wasted!"

Everyone is a child of the working class, not a corrupt rich family. It is so cold in winter, and it is good to have more things for burning at home. Otherwise, parents and grandparents will be reluctant to light the stove, and everyone will be cold.

Wang Daliang stiffened his neck and said, "Your arrangement is good. Let's do it this way."

He had already figured it out in his mind. He would divide it among everyone and transport it to their respective homes to warm their own homes first.

Hehe, my mother would still praise me.

It was a nice idea. Qiao Wei asked, "Zheng Ai, which is the nearest residential street here?"

Zheng Ai replied, "It's Simin Street."

"Okay, then you should send the first batch to Simin Street and distribute it to the residents." Qiao Wei made the decision.

Wang Daliang was not going to do it. If this happened, his little plan would fail. The classmates had the same idea and winked at him.

Wang Daliang refused: "We are not familiar with Simin Street. What if they don't burn the books when we send them there, but read them instead? These are poisonous books with incorrect ideas, which will poison everyone's thoughts."

"Is that so... you have some truth in what you said." Qiao Wei rubbed her chin, as if she was lost in thought.

The students were secretly delighted and winked at each other.

Qiao Wei suddenly raised her head: "That's easy. You, you, and you, you, you... you all, tear up all the books together first. Page by page, and then scatter them. The various pages are messed up with each other, and there are no connected pages, so it is impossible to read. If you are still worried, just tear the pages in half again, and scatter them again, and it will be completely impossible to read. What a simple thing."

Wang Daliang was stunned.

But he couldn't think of a reason to refute it for a while, and his lips moved and he swallowed his saliva.

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "Why? What's wrong with my method? Or, you don't want to give these books to the residents at all. You don't want to embezzle them and take them back to your own homes, do you? Do you want to read them secretly or keep them for yourself?"

Why does this adult seem to be able to read minds?

Everyone avoided his gaze.

A group of half-grown boys and young girls, who knew that children's thoughts were written on their faces. They just winked at each other, and Qiao Wei could see through their little thoughts.

But of course they couldn't admit it. Not only could they not admit it, they had to do the opposite of what they really wanted to do to prove their innocence.

Wang Daliang stiffened his neck and said, "Who do you think we are? We are all for the country and the people. It's just tearing books, so start now. Come on! Everyone! Start tearing!"

Qiao Wei clapped her hands, "Not bad, not bad. You are the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the motherland. The future of the country depends on you! Zheng Ai, Xiao Wu, why are you so blind? Bring some stools over for the students so that everyone can sit and tear the books! Don't tire the students out!"

The director was so mean.

It was winter now, so cold.

The librarians moved all the stools over with expressionless faces and placed them in the courtyard.

Qiao Wei said, "What time is it? I have to call Secretary Pan of the Revolutionary Committee. I agreed to talk to him about that in the morning."

"Students, take your time tearing the books. When you're done, let's count the number and then contact the street office to see how many households there are."

"What's worrying is not the lack of books, but the inequality. If the distribution is unfair, some families get more and some get less, it will be terrible. Those people are greedy and will make trouble in your homes."

"You tear them first, tear them first, and then move them inside after you've torn this pile. I'll go make a phone call first."

Director Qiao greased his feet and went into the house.

The librarians followed suit and went into the house.

Roasting by the fire, drinking hot tea, and looking through the warm glass window, they watched a group of furry children tearing books in the courtyard with frozen hands and feet.

Sure enough, the enthusiasm was soon blown away by the cold wind.

"Ah! My nose is running." Zheng Ai said with disdain, holding a teacup.

In the courtyard, a boy tore a page of a book to blow his nose. He crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

The room was immediately filled with disdain.

Half a pot of hot tea was drunk, and it felt warm.

"Look, he's tearing slower and slower." Everyone said.

Nonsense, it's so cold outside. Tearing the book for so long, your hands must be stiff. It's inconvenient to wear gloves.

"Look, he's stamping his feet. His feet must be frozen."

Qiao Wei walked to the window with a pot of ginger sugar water boiled on the stove, blew the hot air, and glanced out the window.

The students were so cold that they jumped on the spot.

Qiao Wei blew the hot air again and drank a mouthful of hot sugar water.

The little kid dared to fight with the adults.