Chapter 129

As expected, some people couldn't stand it. A girl knocked on the office door, sniffling: "Auntie, can we go inside and tear the books?"

Qiao Wei said kindly: "Sure, go ahead. Don't light an open flame, we are a key fire prevention unit here."

"Oh, no."

The girl turned back, and soon the students moved the stools into the library first, and then moved the half-torn books back into the room - they had moved them out from inside before.

It was another round of physical labor, but it was okay to move around, and it was a little warmer.

Sister Shen asked Zheng Ai, "Is the stove in the library lit?"

"No." Zheng Ai pushed his glasses, "There's no one here today, so the stove is not lit."

Qiao Wei said, "You still have to keep an eye on it, don't let the little guys light a fire for me."

Zheng Ai picked up a big cotton jacket and warmed it on the stove, put it on when it was hot, and went to the library to keep an eye on it.

The students were listless.

Burning books is so exciting. But sitting in a cold room and tearing books is not fun at all.

Seeing a tall man with glasses tidying up the bookshelf in a serious manner, Wang Daliang said, "Hey, comrade, can you light a stove for me?"

Zheng Ai pretended not to hear.

Are you ready to call me comrade?

The girl was smarter and more polite: "Uncle, we are very cold, can you light the stove?"

Zheng Ai, who was sitting on the stepladder, turned around and pushed his thick glasses: "No, there is not enough coal."

"There are so many revolutionary meetings now. In order to support them, the fuel supply of each unit has been reduced. Some coal was saved to support the revolutionary conferences organized by various revolutionary groups."

"We don't even have enough coal to keep warm. You can see that we are all huddled in the office and dare not come out. Our hands are frozen when we work normally. It's terrible."

There is nothing we can do.

The young man and woman hung their heads in despair.

It was even worse at noon. A young aunt came in to bring lunch to the uncle with glasses: "I've prepared lunch for you."

The uncle with glasses ate it in the library with a slurp. The hot air and the aroma of rice spread in the library.

Several people swallowed their saliva and their stomachs growled.

At this time, the young director of the library also came in with a lunch box: "Hey, you are still here? It's time for lunch, hurry up and go home to eat first. We will continue in the afternoon."

Everyone winked at each other, stood up quickly, and said hypocritically: "Come back in the afternoon..."

"Zheng Ai, please register everyone, which school you are from, what your name is, where you live, your parents' names and work units..." Director Qiao said, "In the future, when we report our work, we will write it down for our classmates."

Everyone froze and winked at Wang Daliang desperately.

Wang Daliang said stiffly, "No, that's not necessary."

"Of course. It must be!" Qiao Wei said, "Our revolution must be organized and disciplined. How can it work if we are a group of scattered sand? Listen to me, I am a military family member. In our military family, even the children have to be trained as recruits. Organization and discipline must be cultivated from a young age!"

But the reason they are making trouble is that they like this kind of unrestrained and lawless happiness.

Wang Daliang said, "We all live nearby, so we'll just have a meal and come back quickly."

Qiao Wei said, "Then just register you, you're the leader. We'll be responsible for people, and we'll look for you if there's anything."

Zheng Ai had already put down her lunch box, wiped her mouth, walked to the counter and opened the registration book: "Tell me, where do you live? Home address? Parents' names? Unit?"

Wang Daliang's scalp tingled, but since he could be the leader, of course he was a little smart, and his eyes rolled: "No. 4 Jianshe Road. My dad's name is Wang, Wang, Wang Jianguo, and my mom's name is, um, Li Fengmei. They're both, um..."

He couldn't come up with a unit for a while, so a female classmate cleverly helped him make one: "Bearing factory!"

"Yes, yes, bearing factory."

"Okay, let's go back and have lunch first." Qiao Wei arranged the follow-up work while holding the lunch box. "Continue tearing the papers in the afternoon. It will be enough if we tear so much. Go contact the street office and get the list of residents on the street first. Then make a distribution list and try to deliver it to the residents tomorrow. By the way, you'd better bring some tools tomorrow. Baskets, boxes and so on. Can you find a cart? Otherwise, there are so many things and you have to carry them one by one. I'm afraid you will be tired."

"Although we are all doing this for the revolution and the masses, you are also flower buds in the great garden of the motherland. Auntie will feel bad if you are really tired."

"By the way, remember to bring the rope tomorrow so that you can carry the baskets and boxes on your back."

The librarians all ate after getting their meals today.

Holding lunch boxes and eating hot meals, they watched the students leave stiffly.

"Guess how many of you can come back in the afternoon?"

"My home is on Jianshe Road, and I've never seen this kid before."

"Hey."

But to everyone's surprise, someone actually came back in the afternoon.

He was the only one.

He was also confused: "You didn't come? Will you come later? Or..."

The kind-hearted library director, holding a hot teacup to warm her hands, gave this simple-minded child a chance: "I don't know, or you can help Auntie to go to Jianshe Road to urge them." The simple-minded

child agreed as if he had been pardoned, and ran away without hesitation. He

never came back.

But this was just a splash of water that soaked his toes, and the big wave was still behind.

The staff members were still immersed in the joy of the director fighting off a group of furry kids, but Qiao Wei read the newspaper every day and saw all kinds of things happening in the big city, and her brows were getting more and more furrowed.

"It's just that children are easy to fool." She said, "Adults with rich fighting experience can't be fooled."

Everyone's joy was poured with cold water.

When she thought about the ancient books in the warehouse that everyone spent so much time and energy to organize and preserve, they might be burned by a fire, Xiao Wu burst into tears: "Director, think of a way..."

Unknowingly, Qiao Wei has become the pillar of the library in everyone's heart.

Qiao Wei really thought for a long time, trying to find a safe way.

The Spring Festival is here, but there is no holiday. People all over the country are sticking to their posts.

However, various meetings still have to be held. As the director of the library, Qiao Wei often has to cross two streets to go to the county government auditorium to attend those meetings.

She actually came up with a solution.

She told Yan Lei about this method: "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

Yan Lei asked: "Will he agree?"

"We have to give it a try. We can't not even try."

If it doesn't work, hand over the books.

After all, people are still important.

Qiao Wei admires and sympathizes with Director Xiao, but she will not let herself become Director Xiao.

She went to find Huang Zengyue.

"There is a batch of ancient books in the warehouse. It is said that they are the treasures of the library. There are more than a dozen boxes." She told him calmly.

If someone else ran to Director Huang and said this, it would most likely be to surrender, offer a treasure, or show loyalty.

But Huang Zengyue knew Qiao Wei too well.

He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and raised his eyelids to look at her: "What do you want to do?"

"I remember you said that you used to be very biased in your studies, and you were not good at math, physics, and chemistry, but you were a great writer." Qiao Wei said, "I remember you said that you have read all the documents in the library that have a little background."

"I remember you said that you grew up in the library."

A boy who grew up in the library, whose writing skills are so strong that he is valued, appreciated, and promoted by the leader, must be a person who loves books very much.

Qiao Wei stood in front of the desk and stared at Director Huang.

Huang Zengyue found that Qiao Wei was really a complicated person to him.

You said you controlled her, and you can be said to have controlled her. She had no choice but to hold on to her organizational connections.

But if you really think you have control over her, you don't. Because you can't directly control her words and deeds, and she is particularly slippery and always unexpected.

Huang Zengyue was helpless sometimes.

He didn't be polite to her: "Just tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Qiao Wei said: "I saw that the auditorium needs a large background board?"

"Yes, for meetings. Hang flags, banners, and write slogans."

Qiao Wei walked over, put her hands on the big desk, and leaned forward slightly: "That kind of frame must be weighed down by a counterweight."

Huang Zengyue: "..."

The new background board for the auditorium rostrum was completed bit by bit.

Director Huang even came to see it in person several times.

Someone lifted a dozen boxes to serve as counterweights and put them on the legs at the back. I don’t know what they were loaded with, but they were really heavy.

The wooden boxes looked dirty, and there was a red paint saying “Counterweight, do not move”.

It was so heavy that it took at least two people to lift it together, so who could move it?

The dozen boxes were used as counterweights and pressed on the legs at the back of the background board. The background board was held firmly and was not afraid of falling over.

On the front, different banners were hung, different characters were written, and different posters were posted every day according to the different meetings.

No one went around to see what was pressing on the back.

People came and went in the auditorium every day, with slogans and thunderous applause.

Those boxes were quietly hidden behind the background board, silently experiencing the years with these noises and quarrels.

No one knows.

Maybe Director Xiao knows.

Maybe he saw in heaven that the person entrusted with the book fulfilled his promise and protected his precious treasure, and he might also smile with relief.

Later, the library inevitably encountered several waves of shocks, and the revolutionary masses rushed in and demanded to burn the books.

Some books must be burned, it is impossible not to burn them at all.

They are all adults, not as easy to fool as the children before.

From the librarians to the director, everyone in the library cooperated very well, and their attitude was very good and positive.

The revolutionary masses also knew that this director had some background, so they swept the library and were satisfied to see that there was nothing missing, and they did not dare to harm the library too much.

But everyone couldn't help sighing when they saw many empty bookshelves.

"Alright, alright, don't be so depressed." Director Qiao clapped his hands, "Come on!"

"The old must go before the new can come!"

"We are short of so many books, we have to fill them, Xiao Wu, this year's budget should be doubled compared to previous years and then handed over to the Cultural Bureau." "

Refute? What are you refusing? Whoever refutes, let him call me and let him come and see the bookshelves himself!"

Director Qiao put his hands on his hips and said, "Don't think our library is an easy unit to bully."