Chapter 70

Everyone is used to having a meeting on Monday.

We found a good seat in the meeting room, sat down, spread out a thick notebook, uncapped a pen, opened a cup of strong tea, and prepared to kill time.

Stationmaster Lu spent the whole morning in a meeting.

When he returned to the office, he took a quick look and asked, "Where is Man?"

Lu Tianming said, "Of course she went home."

Stationmaster Lu: "Hey."

Lu Tianming asked, "What's wrong?"

Stationmaster Lu said, "Let's talk in the afternoon."

After that, he looked at Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei sat there, flipping through the manuscripts of the past, studying hard.

She was wearing a snow-white shirt, with her head slightly lowered, and her hair fell on her cheeks from both sides, making her face look smaller.

Nothing fancy, plain and simple, pure and clean.

If there wasn't a well-behaved child sitting at the table next to her, who would have thought that she was already a mother.

Stationmaster Lu nodded.

Lu Manman came to work on time in the afternoon.

Qiao Wei was on duty this week, so she was the backup and was particularly free.

Seeing that Qiao Wei had no problem operating the machine, she did not follow her into the studio, but stayed in the office to play with Yan Xiang.

At first, Yan Xiang thought this aunt was a bit noisy and not as quiet as the other people in the office.

But soon he fell in love with her. Youth and vigor in people always attract people, regardless of adults or children.

Now the two of them are having a great time.

Stationmaster Lu told Qiao Wei and Lu Man: "After the broadcast, let's have a meeting together. I will convey the leadership's spirit." Qiao Wei

said: "Okay."

Lu Man replied lazily.

After the broadcast, everyone met in the office and sat around Stationmaster Lu.

Stationmaster Lu opened his notebook and conveyed several important points of today's meeting.

"...The mosquito eradication campaign to be carried out at the end of the month is the top priority of this season's work. The Propaganda Department, especially our radio station, must take the lead and do a good job of propaganda first. At tomorrow's study meeting, Xie Ke will definitely give instructions on this task. Everyone has an idea in mind. Man and Qiao, especially the two of you, now you have to think carefully about how to do a good job of this radio propaganda work."

The others didn't care.

Lu Tianming shook his legs.

Hu Sui was crocheting.

It had nothing to do with them. Qiao Wei and Lu Manman were the real workers at the radio station.

"It would be best if you could produce a draft tomorrow." Stationmaster Lu assigned tasks in a leisurely manner.

"Ah~?" Lu Manman slumped over the back of her chair. "Come on..."

It was like being at home.

Qiao Wei couldn't help laughing and kicked her foot.

Lu Manman rolled her eyes at the roof, half dead. Working all night? It was like asking her to die.

Qiao Wei smiled and raised her hand: "Stationmaster."

She said: "You all have a lot of experience, but I don't have much experience. I need more training. Give the newcomers a chance, I will write the promotional manuscript."

Lu Manman suddenly became energetic and sat up: "Yes, yes, give the newcomers a chance. Weiwei can do it!"

Suddenly, Qiao Wei evolved from "Qiao Wei" to "Weiwei".

Stationmaster Lu was very satisfied: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. Give me the first draft tomorrow morning?"

Qiao Wei agreed immediately and said, "Then I'll hurry up and go to the data room to check some information."

"Okay, you go, you go. Time is tight."

Qiao Wei got up and left, and Yan Xiang followed her to the library like a little tail.

That place is great, full of books, it is simply a treasure house for Yan Xiang.

Jumping and jumping, she followed.

The rest of the people thought that they had finished talking, and Lu Tianming was ready to lift his buttocks. The stationmaster turned a page in his notebook and said, "One more thing..."

He was really panting. Lu Tianming had to put his buttocks down again.

"Regarding the ideological style of civil servants." The stationmaster read his own meeting notes, "The people's servants serve the people, and they must not forget the hardships and simplicity. The officials are the ones who are well-dressed and high up, not the servants."

"Let me ask you, how dare the common people approach a high-ranking official? They are scared just by looking at him from a distance. How dare they ask you for help when they have difficulties, and how dare they ask you to complain when they have grievances?"

"Secretary!" Lu Tianming stretched out his finger and tapped it heavily in the air, and said with certainty, "This is Secretary Gao!"

Stationmaster Lu chuckled.

Sure enough, this was the speech of the town party secretary, and Lu Tianming was right.

The party leads the country. At any administrative level, the secretary is the top leader, and the chief is the second-in-command.

The town chief's surname is Xie, one of the three major surnames in the area. The secretary is not a local, and was parachuted in as later generations would say.

From the founding of the country to later generations, the country has been struggling with clan forces and local forces.

The secretary and the chief are not in harmony, which is also the norm in the officialdom.

Stationmaster Lu continued: "The secretary said that some comrades nowadays, whether male or female, are influenced by the extravagant atmosphere and pursue some flashy things. The most common thing is that both men and women want to wear shaking cloth."

Stationmaster Lu imitated Secretary Gao's tone and repeated his original words: "'What's so good about shaking cloth. It shows that you are a cadre, right? It shows that you are an official, right?'" He

imitated it quite well.

"Did you hear that, Man, I'm talking about you." Stationmaster Lu raised his head.

Lu Manman rolled her eyes: "I only have three pairs of shaggy cloth bras."

"Three pairs are not enough? Your aunt doesn't have any."

"That's because you're stingy."

"What about shirts?" Lu Tianming asked, "I just bought one this year. You can't forbid me to wear it?"

"You can't forbid me to wear it." Stationmaster Lu said, "Anyway, the secretary's attitude is clear, you can decide for yourself."

Lu Manman shouted: "Then can I be allowed to wear it or not?"

"Silly." Lu Tianming laughed at her, "Do you have to wear it to work?"

"...That's right."

No matter how powerful the secretary is, he can't control what I wear on Sundays.

"By the way." Stationmaster Lu said, "Which female comrade in the town committee wears homespun clothes?"

"Huh?" Lu Manman said, "Homespun? Who? No one. My mother doesn't wear it. Only my grandmother wears it." "

Secretary Gao said that he praised a female comrade, saying that he saw this female comrade wearing homespun clothes to work, with generous manners, confident speech, and a simple image, like a real public servant... I was thinking about who this person was? I couldn't figure it out for a long time." Stationmaster Lu was puzzled.

"..." Lu Manman said, "If I were wearing homespun, it would look a bit like me. But I've never worn it."

"It's woven." Lu Tianming said with certainty, "You can tell it's woven right away." Those

who can work in the town committee compound must be section officers at least, with a starting salary of 23 yuan. If they are dual-employed, it would be easy to support four or five children. They probably won't wear homespun, and even if there are people at home, they are mostly elderly people. It must

be woven. It's just an argument made to support the point.

Hu Sui pouted as she crocheted the wool. What's

wrong with homespun? She can also weave, and the homespun she weaves is very strong and durable.

It's a pity that there is no loom for her to weave here. Everyone wears industrial cloth. Fortunately, she

learned to crochet sweaters here, and if she can't weave cloth, she can crochet sweaters. Neighbors all come to her to ask her to crochet sweaters for them, and they crochet every day.

I was very happy to crochet sweaters with my salary.

In the evening, Yan Lei saw Qiao Wei writing at her desk.

"What are you writing?" He went to see, "Killing mosquitoes? We also had a meeting today to discuss this."

Qiao Wei put down her pen, blew the ink, and picked it up to show Yan Lei: "Read it and see if it works."

Yan Lei read it quickly and was surprised: "Will it spread so many diseases?"

"Yes. Mosquitoes, flies and mice are experts in spreading diseases in the natural world. For example, dengue fever can kill people if it is serious." Qiao Wei asked, "Do you think it works? This is the first draft."

"Of course it works." Yan Lei said, "You wrote it very well. I think it is very clear when I read it."

"It's OK as long as you understand it. I've thought about it, the simpler and clearer this kind of popular science stuff is, the better. It would be best if people who have been to school or not, young and old, old and young, could understand it. Especially children, if they receive popular science from an early age, and let this knowledge become common sense, they will know to pay attention to hygiene. In this way, generation after generation, after a few generations, the overall quality of the nation will be greatly improved."

Qiao Wei talked freely, and although she was talking about work, she looked relaxed.

There was no waste manuscript on the table, and it was obvious that this manuscript was written as soon as it was written, without the process of sighing and crumpling the waste manuscript like others.

Yan Lei raised his eyebrows: "Is the work quite handy?"

"I said before, I'm good at writing." Qiao Wei kicked off her shoes, stepped on the edge of the chair with her snow-white feet, and hugged her knees. Her

small chin was slightly raised with a smile.

Just as the top leader of the town described, generous and confident.

Yan Lei pinched her small chin and said with a smile: "You didn't say it at the beginning. If you said it, I wouldn't have arranged a job for you in the factory at that time..."

He didn't finish his words. Seeing Qiao Wei's expression change slightly, he knew that he

had said something wrong. Qiao Wei held his hand and coughed: "Let's not talk about the past. Didn't we agree on it?"

Yan Lei secretly regretted it. Now the relationship between the couple has made great progress, and they are as sweet as a newlywed. Why

mention the past? It's all in the past

.

He put down Qiao Wei's manuscript, bent over and "lifted" Qiao Wei who was hugging her legs: "Go to sleep, go to sleep."

"Hey." Qiao Wei quickly hugged his neck. She

stretched her legs and turned into a princess hug.

Qiao Wei really liked Yan Lei hugging her like a princess, it was stable.

As soon as the man's hand tightened, she understood his thoughts.

There was no TV, and nothing else, so the couple's evening entertainment mainly depended on this.

That's why every family has so many children.

But when Yan Lei kissed her neck, she still remembered to remind him: "Don't leave any marks on me, I still have to go to work."

Yan Lei was speechless: "So you know it too."

Qiao Wei bit her lip and tried to hold back her laughter, but it was impossible. She curled up with laughter.

Yan Lei finally understood: "You did it on purpose!"

She always left marks on his neck, which were covered by the high collar of her uniform. Sometimes the button of her uniform was not buttoned properly, and it was exposed and seen by others. Old Zhao was always wondering why he kept pulling his neck for no reason.

He always thought that he could not control himself when he was passionate, but now he knew that she did it on purpose.

"Stamp, stamp, do you understand?" Qiao Wei argued, "Official documents must be stamped to take effect. I stamp my stamp on you, telling others that you are mine, and it takes effect."

What a cunning excuse.

Yan Lei raised his eyebrows: "Then I have to stamp too."

Qiao Wei rolled over and tried to escape, but was pulled back by Yan Lei.

She wanted to resist, but she couldn't, as her wrists were pressed on her head.

It was a hot day, and she didn't want to tie her collar tightly like him, so she could only beg for mercy: "Stamp somewhere else, stamp somewhere else."

"Okay." Yan Lei rubbed his rough palm over it and chose a place, "Stamp here."

He lowered his head. He

stamped it vigorously.