Chapter 75

"It's Xie Houlin." Lu Manman said, "He's such a jerk. He's from the supply and marketing cooperative. What does our town committee have to do with him? Oh, right, right! He has nothing to do with me. He has to come across the street with a bowl in his hand to ask me. We live two streets away from each other."

"Xie Houlin?" Qiao Wei rubbed her forehead, and had some memory of this name. "I remember it was... Xie Houshan from the Propaganda Department..."

"Brother." Lu Tianming said, "He's his biological brother."

"Oh."

Lu Manman said, "Yes, he said he heard it from his brother. He was curious."

Xie Houlin was curious: Is there really such a vicious flower stuck in the old cow's dung? Or is it the new broadcaster who came to the town and speaks standard Mandarin?

The variation of the rumor is actually quite logical.

The misunderstanding is that Section Chief Xie and Station Chief Lu both thought that regimental-level cadres were older. Others thought so too.

So the new beauty at the radio station married an older, veteran cadre.

Since she is older, she must have been married before, right? It is impossible for her to be single.

So the beauty at the radio station married an older, second-married veteran cadre.

Why would a good young girl marry an old man?

So Qiao Wei at the radio station has a very poor family and can barely make ends meet.

Since they are both second-married veteran cadres, does the one in front have children?

Qiao Wei has stepchildren.

Then the rumor spread from one hand to another, and the number of stepchildren began to increase, and finally reached five.

What about the little boy who followed her to work?

Oh, that one is her biological child. The only biological child.

Since there is an only biological child, does it mean that there must be a conflict of interest with the previous children?

The most ridiculous thing is that the first five were all girls, and they were not well fed or clothed by the stepmother, and were beaten and scolded every day.

Finally.

"They said that your family was in a difficult situation, and in order to live a good life, you married a high-paid old cadre who had lost his wife. He left behind five daughters, who lived a miserable life in your hands. Xiangxiang is your only biological child, and a boy. You cherish her like the apple of your eye, so you didn't send her to the nursery, but took care of her by your side every day."

Don't tell me, this description is very logical.

Hu Sui laughed.

Qiao Wei was speechless: "Do you believe it?"

Lu Manman swore: "I will never believe it! You are not that kind of person!"

People have their own energy.

Some are warmer, some are colder, some are pure, and some are dirty.

Qiao Wei is a warm person.

She seems to have no dissatisfaction with life and lives happily every day.

She even brought her own sunlight effect when she entered the office, lighting up the corners of the room.

"Hey, these nagging people." Stationmaster Lu tried to smooth things over and comforted Qiao Wei, "Don't get angry with them, it's not worth it, it's not worth it."

The main reason was that even the people in the logistics department knew about this rumor, so it must have spread to a large area. You can't go to them one by one to clarify or argue.

You might get yourself angry.

Qiao Wei is still so young, she must be angry.

Who knew that Qiao Wei was just speechless: "Really... or too idle."

"Not angry?" Stationmaster Lu asked carefully.

Qiao Wei rubbed her temples: "I can't get angry like this."

Stationmaster Lu said quickly: "That's right, we are all revolutionary comrades, we must have this mind."

Qiao Wei told Yan Lei about this matter in the evening.

"The public has a rich imagination," she sighed, "and they are still idle."

Yan Lei looked at her face and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Qiao Wei yawned, "Being angry is not enough to make me bad. I'm afraid that I will get breast hyperplasia." She

slept.

Yan Lei refused to let her sleep.

He woke her up, "Why aren't you angry?"

Qiao Wei: "..."

Qiao Wei was concerned about the changes in the country's political direction, the turbulence of the situation, and how people could adapt to the times and not be crushed by the torrent of history.

As for the trivial things of the staff of government agencies who were too comfortable and chattering in the era of underdeveloped communications, they were not even comparable to the darkest parts of human nature that she had seen in the hospital.

Qiao Wei didn't care at all.

But she couldn't explain this to Yan Lei, she could only say: "Being angry will affect the endocrine system, which is the hormones in the human body. Female endocrine disorders will induce many diseases. Breast nodules will develop into breast cancer, uterine fibroids will develop into uterine cancer..."

Qiao Wei was talking nonsense.

"So the old saying used to say that this person is narrow-minded and dies early. Or this person was angry to death. In fact, it is likely that emotions affect the endocrine system, inducing some disease and leading to early death."

"So, there is no need, no need. No one is talking to me, do I have to go to each department to explain it to them?"

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, don't bother me. I'll bite you if you bother me again."

Qiao Wei fell asleep.

Her daily routine is so stable now that she wishes she could sleep from sunset to sunrise and work from sunrise to sunset, feeling sleepy at a certain time and waking up at a certain time.

But Yan Lei couldn't sleep, and he leaned against the wall with his arms folded and got angry.

Qiao Wei thought she was the only one who should be angry about this rumor. She didn't realize that there was actually a point in this rumor that made Yan Lei very unhappy.

Although "Qiao Wei's lover is an old man who is not worthy of her" is a misunderstanding of those people. But those people did clearly express their regret and regret for "a flower stuck in cow dung".

They felt that he was not worthy of her. Little did they

know that this was the only uneasiness in Yan Lei's heart.

As the male protagonist of this period article, Yan Lei has no weaknesses when facing the original female protagonist Lin Xixi, and he is simply awake from head to toe.

But that was actually because of his only weakness, the inferiority complex deep in his heart, which was only directed towards Qiao Weiwei.

Now it was Qiao Wei that was being addressed.

Couldn't he go to each department one by one to explain it to them?

Yan Lei glanced at the sleeping Qiao Wei.

She was sleeping on her side, with her back to him.

He leaned over and kissed her butterfly bone, gently stroked her arm, looked at her for a while, and stretched out his fingers to gently poke her cheek.

You are just too thin-skinned.

Humph.

Mosquito extermination was scheduled for August 30th, and there were still six days. This was led by the city, and the counties, towns, and communes were all taking unified action.

This was a big move.

The powder had been distributed to the counties, and then from the counties to the towns and communes below.

Xiahekou Town was also busy. Just distributing the powder was enough to keep people busy.

There were distribution points at several street corners in the town, and residents lined up to receive the powder. For the public, it was also distributed to schools, clinics, hotels, various public units and shops.

It took two full days on Tuesday and Wednesday to distribute the powder until basically all the public and private units in the town were in place. They were just waiting to start together.

If it were left in the future, Qiao Wei probably couldn't imagine that an activity to eliminate mosquitoes and flies would make the residents of the town so excited, as if it were the Olympics.

But that's how it was in that era. Group activities are always lively, exciting, and full of expectations.

Thursday was already the 26th. Two cars, a jeep and a truck, came to the gate of the town committee.

Old Xu in the communication room did not sit in the house and watch people from the small window as usual. When he heard the sound of cars coming from afar, he came out of the communication room and looked. Seeing two military green cars coming this way, he shouted to the gate: "Xiao Wang, go and inform the comrades from the army!"

The young staff member at the gate quickly went to inform the leaders.

The wheels stopped.

There was no need to find a parking space. The cars that can be seen in the town are either the public buses at the town entrance or the army cars. The town committee has no cars.

It doesn't matter where you park, as long as it doesn't block the road.

Several young and strong men in military uniforms got off the truck. Two of them had white sleeves with red crosses on their sleeves.

The front and rear doors of the jeep were opened, and three soldiers jumped out from the back. One look at their age showed that they were cadres.

Old Xu was about to go to meet them, but the co-pilot's door was pushed open, and a military officer stepped directly on the ground with long legs. He got out and stood up straight. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and was much taller than the others, which made his military uniform completely propped up.

He adjusted his hat and raised his face. The brim of the hat pressed down his long eyebrows, his nose was straight, and his heroic face was angular.

But he was too young.

Young and tough.

Old Xu in the communication room did not dare to look down on him at all. It goes without saying that anyone who could have such a tough aura must have been on the battlefield.

The army is not like local government agencies that can fish in troubled waters. Every cadre in the army has scars on his body and has gone through gunfire and rain of bullets and waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach his current level.

There are no generals who sing and dance at this time. Military achievements are all real hard work.

"Comrades from the army are here! Please come in, please come in." Old Xu enthusiastically led them in. "Our leaders have already greeted us, and the comrades from the army hurriedly came in."

Although he was enthusiastic, he didn't know which of the four cadres was the leader.

At the turn of spring and summer this year, the country abolished the military title system that had been implemented in the army since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and changed to a new uniform.

The new uniforms were simple and imitated the style of the Red Army era, with only a red star on the cap and two red collar patches on the collar, a green body with three red patches. This is what the song later sang: "A red star on the head, and the red flags of revolution on both sides."

There were no shoulder straps or military titles.

The entire army was unified, and everyone from the marshal to the soldier wore the same.

So it was impossible to tell who had a higher rank and who had a lower rank from the uniform.

All you know is that the person who got off the truck was most likely a soldier, and the person who got off the car must be an officer.

Only a very small number of people in this era had contact with cars. Ordinary people could not even see one, let alone touch it. They had no idea how the seats in a car should be arranged according to rank.

Old Xu only saw the red-faced man who looked the oldest among the three people who jumped out from the rear of the car. When he spoke, he was actually talking to that man. He assumed him to be the leader.

But as soon as his comrades in the army followed him into the town committee compound, Old Xu knew he had made a mistake.

It was the youngest one who walked in the front, and the three old-looking ones were behind him.

The youngest one was the leader this time.

After walking a few steps, the young officer with a sturdy look asked casually: "Is everyone from the radio station here today?"

Old Xu thought it was a work matter. The radio station was responsible for propaganda, which was indeed very important in such a big event. He nodded quickly: "Everyone is here, everyone is sticking to their posts."

"Is Qiao Wei here?" asked the young officer.

Old Xu was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

"Do you know her?" The young military officer asked him sideways, "Qiao Wei, she is a broadcaster at the radio station."

"Yes, I know her. Who doesn't know Qiao Wei?"

Indeed, who doesn't know Qiao Wei now? Even almost everyone in the town knows Qiao Wei.

For the townspeople, this new broadcaster speaks such standard Mandarin, who doesn't know her? Otherwise, why can Xie Houlin hold a bowl and stroll two streets to inquire about gossip.

And for the people in the town committee compound, who hasn't secretly taken a few more glances at the girl in a white shirt and green military pants, who is simple and natural and beautiful.

"Qiao Wei? She's here, she must be here. She's a broadcaster, and she's on duty at this time." Old Xu said.

"Okay then." The young officer smiled, showing his white teeth, "I'll go find her after I finish my work."

"Oh, oh, okay..." Old Xu didn't know why the officer wanted to find Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei was always smiling, and she was radiant. No one could help but like her.

It was a pity... that she married an old man for a living.

Old Xu stole a glance at the officer, young and handsome.

Ah this...

"Comrade, do you also know Qiao Wei?"

A group of people could be seen approaching from the opposite side.

The leaders of the town committee came over. Leading the way was Secretary Gao, followed by Mayor Xie half a step behind. The others followed behind.

"She is my wife."

Old Xu was looking at the leaders coming over, and suddenly heard such a sentence, and he didn't react for a moment: "Ah?"

"Qiao Wei," the young officer straightened his military cap and glanced over, "She is my wife."

"Yan Xiang also knows her, she is my son."

After he finished speaking, he quickened his pace and met the people coming over from the opposite side.

The soldiers stopped, stood at attention, and saluted.

The leader of the town committee leaders stood at attention and returned the salute. His posture was also straight and upright, and one could tell at a glance that he was a retired soldier.

The officer stretched out his hand: "Secretary Gao?"

"It's me." Secretary Gao also stretched out his hand, "What's your name, comrade?"

The men shook hands.

"Comrade of the 17th Regiment of the 821st Division, my name is Yan Lei."

"So it's you, I've heard of you! Welcome!" Secretary Gao shook hands with him warmly, "Thank you so much, the army supports our entire regiment."

"It's my duty." Yan Lei nodded, "Serving the people is our duty."