Chapter 69

On Sunday, Yan Lei really took Yan Xiang to the countryside in Xiao Zhang's jeep.

Qiao Wei went to the radio station on time to be on duty.

Most of the departments in the town committee compound were empty, and some departments had people on duty. It was very quiet.

Qiao Wei made her first independent broadcast.

The town residents once again heard that extremely standard Mandarin accent.

Especially the independent broadcast in the afternoon, the whole process was read by the local radio station's broadcaster.

The script was nothing special, but this standard Mandarin was special.

"Is this someone from Beijing?" The town residents asked one after another, waving their palm-leaf fans and swatting mosquitoes.

From then on, everyone knew that the radio station had a new broadcaster with particularly standard Mandarin.

After the broadcast, Qiao Wei locked the door of the radio studio and prepared to go home. Before leaving the town committee compound, someone called her halfway: "Comrade, comrade?"

Qiao Wei turned around. The man

who called her was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a strong body and a straight back.

Seeing how young she was, the man was stunned for a moment and asked: "Comrade, what do you want?"

Qiao Wei was puzzled: "Ah?"

The man said: "Today is Sunday, everyone is resting, only a few departments have people on duty. If you have something to do, please come back on Monday."

Qiao Wei understood.

Because today is Sunday, the compound can be considered empty, so Qiao Wei wore her homespun clothes and pants, and matched them with a pair of pure handmade sandals. The sandals are made of indigo cloth, and the color can match the cloth strips on the top and straw hat.

Not only does it look good, but it is also super comfortable.

But looking at her from behind, with indigo on top and primary colors on the bottom, it's easy to mistake her for an old aboriginal lady.

Auntie Baer wore the same color combination as her.

"No." Qiao Wei smiled, "I'm a broadcaster at the radio station, and I'm on duty today."

The middle-aged man suddenly realized: "Oh, it was you who just broadcasted?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man looked her up and down, a little surprised: "Are you from Beijing?"

At this time, the only people in the local area who spoke Mandarin very well were probably Beijingers. Because only China National Radio could have that standard accent, which was the voice from Beijing.

Although this middle-aged man spoke casually, there was an official authority between his eyebrows and eyes. His temperament was a bit like that of Teacher Pan.

Although Qiao Wei didn't know who he was, she guessed that he should be a leader.

She lied very smoothly: "No, I'm from Linshi. My family is a working-class family. I followed my father to listen to the city's radio and television since I was a child and learned Mandarin very well."

"You are from Linshi... why did you come to Xiahekou?" The middle-aged man looked at her clothes. She was wearing a cloth and her shoes were not the popular plastic sandals. They were cloth sandals with hand-sewn soles. "...Are there any difficulties at home?"

Qiao Wei laughed and cried.

"No. I am married. I am a military dependent and came here with the army. The military district also arranged for me to work at the radio station."

When he heard that she was a military dependent, the middle-aged man knew that she should not have any financial difficulties.

He looked at her carefully again. Although she was wearing a home-woven cloth, her gestures were graceful and her eyes were full of confidence. She obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with her clothes. On the contrary, she enjoyed it.

He had misunderstood.

That's right, cloth is more comfortable than waving cloth.

He thought so too.

But many people would rather spend more money to buy waving cloth that is not so breathable.

He had a good impression of Qiao Wei and said in a friendly manner: "So that's how it is. The broadcast is over, right? Go home early." "

Okay." Qiao Wei said, "Are you on duty too? You should go home early too. I'm leaving first."

Her voice was crisp and energetic. There was a rhythm in the back of her figure as she turned and left, as if she was humming a song. The

middle-aged man smiled.

This young comrade is not bad.

Yan Lei and Yan Xiang set out in the morning and returned earlier than Qiao Wei in the afternoon.

"Mom!" Yan Xiang rushed over as soon as he saw Qiao Wei. "I saw so many things today!"

The child's face was filled with a happy smile. The words became real, the abstract became concrete, and the little face was shining.

"Mom, I saw the leaves of vegetables planted in an old man's field turned yellow. I told him to add nitrogen fertilizer. He didn't believe me and laughed."

"Dad came over and saw it and told him to add nitrogen fertilizer, and then he believed it."

"Mom, why don't others believe me?"

Yan Xiang's eyes were full of doubts.

Obviously, he and his father told each other the same thing, because he and his father were reading the same book. Why do others only trust Dad and not him?

"Because Xiangxiang is still a child. People don't believe that children know more than adults."

"Everyone thinks that the older you are, the more trustworthy you are. So when you go to the hospital to see a doctor when you are sick, you like to find an old lady doctor or an old grandfather doctor, the kind with a white beard. If it is a young aunt doctor or uncle doctor, many people will be unhappy, worried that they are too young and don't believe they can cure the disease."

Yan Xiang was surprised: "Will it be like this when you grow up to be an uncle or aunt?"

"Yes." Qiao Wei explained, "After you grow up to be an uncle, the original uncles and aunts will grow up to be grandpas and grandmothers. When they look at you, they still think you are very young."

So that's it, Yan Xiang nodded.

"You can tell mom what you see in the future," Qiao Wei said, "Others may not believe you, but mom does."

Yan Xiang was happy: "Okay!"

Yan Lei came out of the kitchen with a basin: "Come and eat melon."

I don't know what kind of melon it is, it should be an original variety that has not been improved. It's not very sweet, but it has a fresh fragrance.

"Given by a fellow villager," Yan Lei said.

"The bricklaying team has been booked," he said, "We paid a deposit and agreed to come over next Sunday to do it."

Qiao Wei asked: "Can it be done in one day?"

Yan Lei said, "If you build an adobe house, it will definitely not work. Just put a layer of mud on the outside of the wall, no problem."

The two ate cantaloupe and looked at the outer wall of their house.

The main foundation of this house is a traditional stone house. It has local characteristics.

It used to be very beautiful. Unfortunately, it was damaged in the war, and later the military district designated this area to accommodate military families. When repairing the collapsed part, a variety of building materials were used.

There are stones, old green bricks that were taken from somewhere, and a small amount of red bricks.

Even the stones are different from the original stone bricks.

This makes the outer wall of this house look like it was chewed by a dog.

It would be best if it could be changed to stone. But that is impossible, the project is too big and the cost is too much.

Qiao Wei took the second option and chose the method of imitating an adobe house to beautify the facade.

In fact, Yan Lei feels that the word "beautification" is really open to discussion.

But Qiao Wei had a big conflict with him over the house, and the couple had a cold war over this for a long time. Now she is full of sunshine and smiles when she says she wants to "beautify" her, let alone mud or cow dung, and he won't object.

All according to her.

Sister Yang brought a plate of peanuts over and said, "We have fried peanuts at home. I'll bring some for you."

Qiao Wei and Yan Lei gave her melons to eat.

Sister Yang didn't go out with them either, and she was just eating.

"I went to the compound specially in the afternoon, and I went there as soon as possible." She said, "As soon as you broadcast, I will tell them that this is from the Yan family, listen up."

In an era when there was little entertainment, everything, big and small, could be a big deal.

Sister Yang was not well-educated and did not even have the entertainment of reading, so she was even more enthusiastic about this.

Qiao Wei smiled and bent her waist.

"Qiao's Mandarin, what's the difference between that and CCTV." Sister Yang praised Qiao Wei to Yan Lei, "If I didn't tell them, they would have thought I was broadcasting CCTV."

She ate two slices of melon and went back.

Yan Lei pinched the melon and asked, "When did your Mandarin become so good?"

Qiao Wei raised her eyes.

Yan Lei was staring at her with confusion in his eyes.

"It has always been good." Qiao Wei smiled and said, "But I don't need to speak in a pretentious way, otherwise it seems like I'm pretending to be a big shot."

"That's right." Yan Lei was relieved and finished eating the half slice of melon in his hand.

Qiao Wei took the empty basin to rinse it in the hand-pressure well.

Yan Lei raised his eyes and looked at her back.

Qiao Wei wore a white shirt and green military pants again on Monday.

She was not on time, so she had plenty of time to go to work. She would always bring Yan Xiang out a little earlier, so they would not have to rush and could walk slowly to work.

So she would usually arrive a little earlier than the scheduled time.

But today Lu Manman also arrived a little early.

As soon as she entered the room, she called Qiao Wei: "Look at me!"

Everyone looked up and laughed.

It turned out that Lu Manman was also wearing a white shirt and green military pants today.

"Does it look good?" she asked, "Does it look good?"

She has long hair and tied it into two low ponytails today. The style is particularly retro.

Qiao Wei praised her: "It looks good!"

Lu Manman smiled and took her arm: "I thought it looked good when I saw you wearing it last week, so I quickly asked my dad to fix my pants. I bought the white shirt myself in the county town. Look, it's the same as yours. Did you buy yours in the county town as well?"

Qiao Wei said: "Yes."

People at that time didn't have the concept of "wearing the same clothes as others". On the contrary, when they saw someone wearing something good, their first thought was "I'll buy the same one too."

"Huo, you two standing together look like two female soldiers." Lu Tianming teased.

Stationmaster Lu praised: "Very good, very energetic."

Hu Sui wondered: "Qiao Wei, you don't get tired of looking at military uniforms every day, and you wear them yourself? I have a lot of trouble washing military uniforms, the material is strong, and washing is tiring."

Qiao Wei said from the bottom of her heart: "I like uniforms."

It's the truth.

XP is there.

Lu Tianming was a little moved: "Me too. I wanted to join the army. My mother cried like crazy and forced me not to let her. We were going to fight at that time. But no new recruits were allowed to join the army. My mother just couldn't let me go. In the end, she forced me to go to the county to attend a training class to learn skills. Alas..."

"That was the idea I gave to Aunt Fourteen." Stationmaster Lu said, "Don't you think about it? With your body, you can't even stand the militia training. Can you stand the training in the army? If you want to be a soldier so much, run ten kilometers with a heavy load first."

Lu Tianming: "...Actually, I also like sitting in the office."

"Tsk." Stationmaster Lu held a notebook and a pen, "I'm going to a meeting."

"You two, stop being so conceited. I'm talking about you two. Qiao, Man, get back to work."

The two girls in white shirts went to the radio studio with a smile on their faces.

Qiao Wei broadcasted very smoothly on her own yesterday, Sunday. Stationmaster Lu and his team heard it through the loudspeaker.

Starting from yesterday, it was a new round. Qiao Wei will broadcast for the next seven days.

Stationmaster Lu started broadcasting on the way to a meeting. Qiao Wei's standard Mandarin was really pleasant to the ears.

Stationmaster Lu went to the conference room while humming an opera.