Chapter 67

Yan Xiang came back from the library with a book in his arms, very happy.

There were so many books in the library, much more than at home.

He almost shouted with joy, but fortunately he felt the quiet atmosphere as soon as he entered the office, and shut his mouth in time - his mother said that he should not disturb other people in the office.

But Stationmaster Lu still saw the book he was holding: "Oh, Xiangxiang can read such a book."

Of course, he was teasing the child.

Yan Xiang was about to answer, but Qiao Wei slapped him on the head and interrupted him. She flipped through the book he brought and said, "There are so many illustrations."

Such a young child probably just flipped through the book to look at the pictures inside. Stationmaster Lu didn't care.

She just told him: "You can read it, but don't tear it up. It's public property."

Yan Xiang never tore up books, so she immediately agreed: "Okay!" She

was really likable.

Lu Manman had already finished her work.

Stationmaster Lu said kindly: "Qiao can leave too."

Hu Sui continued to think.

She was obviously used to the fact that real broadcasters had different working hours than hers.

She didn't have much to worry about. She didn't have to pay for the damage to the machine twice, but her husband was also very angry when she got into trouble like this. He told her to be honest: "Do whatever you are told to do, and don't do anything you are not told to do."

Stationmaster Lu asked her to clean the office.

It's just a palm-sized place, and it can be cleaned up in no time. The rest of the day is just free work. It doesn't require any effort or brainpower, so what's there to complain about?

Qiao Wei asked for permission from the webmaster Lu: "Can I take these old manuscripts home to study?"

The webmaster Lu smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Based on past experience, he planned to let Lu Manman guide the newcomer for two weeks and then let the newcomer gradually get the hang of it.

Qiao Wei said, "Manman hasn't had a break for two weeks in a row. It's too bad. I'll get started early and let her be free."

Stationmaster Lu laughed: "Okay, okay."

Qiao Wei asked again: "Can I take the newspaper home to read together?"

"Yes, but this one has to be taken back. The new newspaper needs to be kept for a while. If you need paper at home, go to the warehouse and ask the custodian for some old newspapers."

"No, I just want to take it back to study."

"Then you take it, you take it."

In the afternoon, Yan Lei came home and the first thing he asked was: "How was your day?"

Qiao Wei asked back: "Are you nervous?"

Yan Lei denied: "Why should I be nervous."

Qiao Wei said: "I'm different from before, don't worry."

"Of course I know." Yan Lei took the basin from her hand, "As long as you are willing, you can do it well."

Oh, what's wrong with this resentment.

Qiao Wei smiled and teased him: "Do I have to say 'Yan Lei, I want to live a good life with you' every day to make you happy."

Yan Lei followed her into the kitchen with the basin: "I'm listening."

Let her talk. Qiao Wei

was speechless.

Yan Lei was still aggressive: "Look, you don't say anything at all."

Unable to stand this man, Qiao Wei put her hand on his shoulder and looked out. Yan Xiang was in the room.

She stood on tiptoe and pecked his lips: "I want to live a good life with you..."

The basin was thrown on the stove.

Yan Lei held Qiao Wei's slender waist and lowered his head to kiss her back.

Her lips were sweet and beautiful.

After kissing again and again, Qiao Wei said, "If you don't let go, you won't have any food to eat."

Yan Lei let her go.

He washed his hands, took off his uniform, and took Qiao Wei's kitchen knife.

The knives of this era were not as small as those in later generations. They were large and heavy. Qiao Wei's wrist and arm strength improved after she came here.

Yan Lei took it and shook his wrist lightly, and started cutting vegetables easily.

The couple worked together and finished a meal quickly.

He picked up a piece of meat and let her taste it first, and then called his son: "Xiangxiang - it's time to eat!"

The topic at the dinner table was naturally the radio station.

Qiao Wei told Yan Lei the specific relationship between Sanlu and Yixie.

Yan Lei looked at her face and said, "Will it be annoying?"

The residents of the town have urban household registration, but because the place is small, many things are closer to the countryside than in big cities.

Qiao Wei hates these complicated family relationships.

"What's the bother?" Qiao Wei said, "It's interesting."

"Oh?" "

The other broadcaster and I have to stick to the time only during the morning broadcast. The rest of the time, including the afternoon shift, we have a lot of freedom." Qiao Wei said, "But the other big sister who manages sanitation is also a military dependent, and there are also line operators, who are relatives. The stationmaster is very strict with their attendance. If they are late, their wages will be deducted."

Yan Lei raised his eyebrows.

Although he is young, he is a regimental-level cadre. He is also a leader, not even a small leader, but a middle-level cadre.

How could a leading cadre not understand?

He looked at Qiao Wei, and Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows in return.

Both of them saw clearly the person of Stationmaster Lu.

Control and authority.

The corresponding one is obedience.

Lu Manman and Qiao Wei achieved obedience by doing practical things.

But Hu Sui was almost equivalent to doing nothing, and she also had a military background. Although Lu Tianming was a young relative, he had the technology.

In fact, this radio station only needed two people - Qiao Wei, Lu Manman, and Lu Tianming, and any two of the three could support the radio station.

So what was the meaning of the stationmaster's existence? So it must be meaningful.

Hu Sui and Lu Tianming must be strictly managed. Even if they have nothing to do all day, they still have to follow strict attendance.

In this way, they achieve obedience.

Stationmaster Lu has achieved control and established his authority.

He has a sense of existence and meaning.

Yan Lei asked, "Do you think it's interesting?"

He felt a little strange in his heart. Based on his past knowledge of her, her thoughts are actually very simple. She listens but not to the tone, and is not sensitive to the attitudes and purposes hidden in people's language.

"Interesting." Qiao Wei pursed her lips and smiled, "The human heart is particularly interesting in such small details."

If you live in the hospital for a long time, you can see the sufferings, joys and sorrows, and the fickleness of the world.

The subtleties of the human heart often condense into black phantoms, floating in the corridors with a strong smell of disinfectant in the middle of the night.

After seeing these too much, she looked at ordinary people in the sun, such as Sister Yang, who was very bright and brilliant despite having all kinds of minor flaws.

Stationmaster Lu's little tricks did not annoy her, but she only found them interesting.

It was very interesting when she saw through them.

Qiao Wei's eyes were dim.

After dinner, Yan Lei accompanied Yan Xiang to play in the sand pit.

He had a pair of strong and dexterous hands, and he quickly figured out how to play with sand. He could carve out the shape of a house with half-wet sand.

Yan Xiang was amazed.

After playing enough, he took Yan Xiang to wash his hands and went into the house, where he saw Qiao Wei writing quickly at her desk.

"What are you writing?" He walked over.

Qiao Wei handed it to him: "Can you read it?"

It was a short article. Yan Lei finished reading it quickly and commented: "It's the same as what we usually study."

"That's right, but it's not outstanding, right?" Qiao Wei asked.

Yan Lei nodded: "Yes."

He asked: "Is this what you need to write for work?"

Qiao Wei not only took the old manuscript home, but also brought back several newspapers, in fact, just for the purpose of copying and pasting.

For this kind of thing, first of all, if you don't have the theoretical level, you can't write anything new. Unless you move the three representatives over.

And then even if you can write something new, Qiao Wei won't write it.

"These are all ideological things, and we have the responsibility to make them known to the public." Qiao Wei said, "If we are not careful, it is easy to go wrong. If there is a problem, it will be a serious problem."

"I don't want to do anything new as a newcomer. It's easy to burn myself."

"Stable. I want the things I write to be stable."

Follow the most authoritative newspapers.

The editorials of authoritative newspapers are the central government's opinions. Every sentence needs to be interpreted word by word. No one can be more stable than them.

Excerpting, connecting, piecing together, ctrl C, ctrl V, what they come up with is completely enough for a small town radio station.

Yan Lei was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Wei asked, "Is what I said wrong?"

"Of course you are right." Yan Lei paused and said, "These two days, Teacher Pan just conveyed this idea to us."

Of course, it was not public, but privately, to a small group of "insiders".

"Seek stability." Teacher Pan said, "Don't try to stand out."

Yan Lei didn't expect to hear exactly the same idea from Qiao Wei when he returned home.

Qiao Wei's eyes changed slightly, and she asked, "Does Commander Pan have any news from the central government?"

Yan Lei said, "He didn't say. But the meaning he expressed is exactly the same as what you just said."

Qiao Wei said to him, "Then you have to listen to the commander."

"Of course." Yan Lei's eyes also deepened slightly, "I was thinking of finding time to communicate with you in the next two days. The radio station is not good in this way. If you don't express it well, you will get into trouble. I didn't expect that you have already thought of it."

It is so reassuring that the couple can reach a consensus on major events. They don't have to worry about each other poking fun at each other.

Qiao Wei knew that the troops or Commander Pan must have received some news or keenly sensed the wind direction.

She was a little distressed.

I really can't remember the year of major events.

How do the time-travelling protagonists in those period stories remember the years of major events so clearly? It's as if they had memorized a history book and traveled back in time immediately.

As a time traveler who knows a little about major events but doesn't know the exact time, Qiao Wei would probably be despised by many of her predecessors.

But if you ask anyone on the street, most of them will say something like this: "Yes, I know about this. Ah? The specific year and date? Well, ah, uh... that seems... not very clear."

Qiao Wei put everything on the table and took down a collection of great people's thoughts from the half-empty bookshelf.

"Every Tuesday and Friday afternoon, we have to study in the Propaganda Department. It's a study task twice a week. I'll review it first."

"Would you like to join us?"

Qiao Wei extended an invitation to make progress together, and Yan Lei certainly joined with pleasure.

Qiao Wei thought for a moment and called out, "Xiang Xiang, Xiang Xiang - come here, baby, listen to mom and dad reading."

Yan Xiang ran over excitedly: "Which book are you reading?"

Qiao Wei held up the anthology in her hand: "This one."

"I haven't read this one, what is it about?" Mom said that the book placed high on the bookshelf was for adults, so she told him not to touch it.

"Just listen. Listen as much as you can understand, and it doesn't matter if you don't understand."

Yan Lei smiled, picked up Yan Xiang and put him on his lap: "Come on, educate my son, and let the whole family learn and progress together."

In the army, he was the one who led others to study, and when he returned home, he became the one who accompanied his wife and son to study.

Yan Lei and Qiao Wei took turns reading aloud.

Qiao Wei also took notes.

Yan Lei raised his eyes and saw Qiao Wei's eyes, and he couldn't help but pause.

She was very serious.

Yan Lei stopped and said, "Qiao Wei, is your faith firm?"

Qiao Wei asked back, "What do you think?"

Yan Lei looked into her eyes carefully. His firm gaze could not be faked, and there was no need to fake it in front of her husband.

Qiao Wei stroked the cover of the book: "I can tell you that I firmly believe everything he said."

She actually did not read his selected works seriously in later life. She only read a few of them on the Internet.

Now, the more she reads, the more she feels.

He saw through the nature of all contradictions early on, class contradictions, gender contradictions, and the opposition between bureaucrats and the masses.

He also saw through the true face of the Western paper tigers long ago, with a far-sighted vision, sharp eyes, and firm beliefs.

He stood too high and walked too fast, and no one could catch up.

Many people in this era just believe in him out of blind worship, dare not question, but not really understand.

But Qiao Wei is different. Qiao Wei has witnessed time and history.

Time has proven his correctness, beyond doubt.

Great men will live forever.