Chapter 82

Qiao Wei glanced at him and tidied the things on the table: "Oh, it's the thick cloth for autumn and winter military uniforms. Where can I buy it?"

"What are you doing? Making clothes?"

"Well, many people in the county are wearing military green now."

"I saw it in the town too." Yan Lei said.

The cadres went to work from the old district to the battalion headquarters and were picked up by a car. Today, everyone in the car said: "There are quite a few people wearing military pants on this street. I thought they were new recruits strolling out."

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen you wearing a blouse for a long time." Yan Lei said.

"So what do you think, do I look better in a blouse or a military uniform?" she asked with a smile.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes were provocative.

Yan Lei thought about it seriously and answered sincerely, "It's best to not wear it."

Some men may look like old cadres and won't even look at young girls outside. But when they get home, they dare to make dirty jokes to their wives.

Compared with the man who only knew how to preach, he has completely changed.

Qiao Wei took a pen and pretended to throw him.

Yan Lei came over with a smile and massaged her shoulders: "Don't move, I'll massage you. Is it sore?"

The wife was lying on the table writing for such a long time, and felt distressed.

The man's fingers were long and powerful, and the kneading strength was comparable to that of the gold medal technicians in the foot gym in the future.

Qiao Wei's shoulder pain was completely eliminated by him, and she felt so comfortable.

Many young girls in the unit wear bras to work, including Lu Manman.

But Qiao Wei rarely wears it since she started working. Shirts and pants are worn everyday. White shirts are the most common.

"My desk faces the sky, and there is no cover under the desk hole. It is not convenient for me to cross my legs in a shirt." Qiao Wei asked, "Do you like me wearing it?"

"Of course I like it." Yan Lei said, "You have beautiful legs."

He said the unpretentious compliments so frankly.

Qiao Wei couldn't help but look back at him.

Really, how can a person who has lived for two lifetimes still be heartbeat for a man's words.

She folded the manuscript, put the book back on the bookshelf, and put the ink into the drawer. As soon as she opened the drawer, she saw an envelope.

It was not there before, but it appeared today.

"What is it?" She picked it up and took a look. She was surprised that the mailing address was actually Beijing.

Geographically speaking, Beijing is not far away. But in this era, it gives people a feeling of being far away.

"Yours?" she asked, "Whose?"

Qiao Wei did not disrespect Yan Lei's privacy. It's just that "Beijing" is not a simple place name, but a capital with strong political significance. She couldn't help but ask.

Yan Lei said: "Former comrade-in-arms."

If it were in the past, he probably wouldn't say anything more after saying this. But now, he paused and told Qiao Wei more: "My old leader's younger brother. The one who died."

Qiao Wei remembered what he had said: "Is it your leader's youngest brother? Injured professional?"

Yan Lei liked Qiao Wei very much that he still remembered what he said.

When someone takes everything you said to heart, you will be willing to tell her more. Otherwise, the couple treat each other with coldness.

"This kid is a dozen years younger than my old leader. He is the son of his parents. He is a playboy."

"My old leader is his elder brother, the eldest son in the family, and the kind of person who is particularly capable. But he left home early and had little time with him. Later, his parents saw that they couldn't take care of him, so they sent him to the army for my leader to take care of him."

"I saw his brother beat him with a belt seven or eight times. That's how he was taken care of."

"He wasn't scary on the battlefield. In fact, he was only slightly injured, but my leader died, and his parents insisted on sending him back to work."

"He cried like a bear on the day he left."

Qiao Wei asked, "You had a good relationship with him, didn't you?"

"On his first day in the army, we covered him with a quilt and beat him up at night. I was the first to beat him up."

Qiao Wei laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.

Yan Lei seemed to recall his youth, with some joy, some regrets, and some sadness: "This kid is not a good person. He specializes in cheating other people's feelings. When he was in the army, he received letters every month. We read them and found that those letters were written by four girls in total."

"He is not a good guy." He is a playboy.

Just by listening to his name, you can tell that he has a family background and is from Beijing. That is the capital, the political and cultural center.

Qiao Wei was slightly moved.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Lei asked.

"If we have a good relationship," Qiao Wei asked, "can you ask him to buy some books for me? Is it convenient?"

"Sure, it's not a big deal. What

kind of books do you want?" "Science and technology, anything is fine."

It would be even better if there were university textbooks on science and technology.

"Foreign... ah, forget it, forget it."

Originally, I was thinking of getting some math books from Big Brother. As everyone knows, Big Brother is very good at math.

But it seems too troublesome. After all, it's asking for help.

"Just tell me what you want." Yan Lei said, "He and I have a life-long friendship. If I say I want something, he will definitely try his best to find it." Is it

such a close relationship? Then Qiao Wei was not polite and told her what she wanted.

But Yan Lei looked a little strange after hearing it.

Qiao Wei looked at his expression and changed her words, "Forget about it if it's too troublesome. It's not necessary. If you have it, buy it. If you don't have it, forget it. Don't bother yourself."

Yan Lei hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with Qiao Wei.

He said, "Qiao Wei, it's really not suitable to go to college now. Although the news of stopping enrollment has not been implemented yet, it shows that the trend is not suitable for going to college."

"..." Qiao Wei, "Ah?"

The two of them didn't think the same.

Qiao Wei was puzzled: "Why is it related to going to college?"

Yan Lei was also surprised: "You want math books, don't you want to take the college entrance examination?"

She first mentioned science and technology, which he didn't understand very well, and thought that was her interest. But then she asked for math in Country S.

Isn't math a subject learned in school? Yan Lei thought she was still determined to go to college.

Qiao Wei finally figured it out and laughed: "You think too much."

She thought about it. When he told her about this matter when she traveled through time, there was news that the university might stop recruiting students, but she had just traveled here and didn't make any statement on this matter.

Later, neither of them mentioned it again.

It's time to talk about this matter. These are the problems left to her by the original owner.

"Yan Lei, I don't plan to go to college. Not now, and not in the future." Qiao Wei said, "Going to college is to learn knowledge, and there is nothing to learn in the current school."

Qiao Wei had completed her studies in another life, and there was no need to go to the university here to acquire knowledge.

Moreover, the identity of a high school student was really great, considering the times. In this era, it was considered a cultured person and safe.

Next, college students were not safe.

If I got myself the identity of a college student at this time, it would be no less than joining the National Army in 1948.

Yan Lei breathed a sigh of relief: "So you knew. I heard that too."

Qiao Wei asked: "Is the education department very tight now?"

Yan Lei said: "I heard that universities are a bit chaotic now."

Qiao Wei sighed.

Yan Lei touched her head: "What? What's the regret?"

"I don't want to make a mess." Qiao Wei said, "I just hope that every day is peaceful."

Yan Lei didn't say anything else, and patted her head gently.

The next morning he asked her how much military uniform fabric she needed.

Qiao Wei said: "I want to make two jackets, one single-breasted and one double-breasted. You can get me ready-made pants, so there is no need to get fabric separately."

Yan Lei said: "Single-breasted jacket? Can't I just find you a female soldier uniform?"

Qiao Wei slapped her forehead.

She only thought about making two military green jackets that were not exactly the same, but she didn't think that single-breasted was a female military uniform.

How stupid.

Yan Lei laughed to death: "You're not thinking in circles, are you?"

"Then I'll make you a single-breasted suit, and you can make a Lenin suit yourself with fabric, and two pairs of trousers."

The double-breasted suit collar was called the Lenin suit in that era. This style is a classic, and it is still common even in later generations, but it is no longer called the Lenin suit.

Qiao Wei handed in the manuscript when she got to work.

She said to Stationmaster Lu: "Stationmaster, I asked you to write the manuscript for the county meeting yesterday. Please review it so that I can give it to the section chief."

Stationmaster Lu took it, scanned it, nodded, and handed it back: "Okay, go ahead."

Qiao Wei went to find Section Chief Xie again: "Please review it and see if there is anything that needs to be revised. I can give it to the director."

Section Chief Xie looked at it more seriously, because the newsletter manuscript was the work of the Propaganda Department.

"Not bad." He praised after reading it, "Go, give it to the director."

After the direct leaders at both levels reviewed it, Qiao Wei went to the town committee office.

As soon as she left, someone in the propaganda department said in a sarcastic tone: "Chief, Qiao Wei is really amazing. She has only been here for a few days and has become the director."

The main job of a broadcaster is to broadcast and write radio scripts.

Newsletters are the job of propaganda officers. Qiao Wei took someone else's job.

"If you can win an award, bring the town committee an award flag, and then be named by the county, let alone the director, I won't say a word even if you get promoted to the secretary." Section Chief Xie pushed his glasses, looked at the man, and stretched out his hand, "Here, where is the award flag you won? Show it to me."

The award flags in the publicity category are all considered Section Chief Xie's achievements. Of course, the section chief favors the subordinate who helped him win the achievement.

The man was ridiculed and kept silent.

The director of the town committee office is surnamed Wang.

When Qiao Wei came to hand in the manuscript, he was quite surprised: "Is it finished now?"

It was the first time he encountered such high work efficiency.

Qiao Wei said, "How dare I neglect the work assigned by the leader? I stayed up all night to write it. Look how red my eyes are. I want to ask for leave from the leader today to catch up on my sleep."

No wonder Secretary Gao kept praising her.

Director Wang smiled, "If anyone disagrees, tell me."

He took the manuscript and asked Qiao Wei to go back first.

Secretary Gao had just started work when Director Wang knocked on the door: "Secretary, Xiao Qiao has already written the manuscript. Please take a look."

Secretary Gao smiled and said, "Comrade Qiao Wei, young people are really like the sun at eight or nine o'clock."

He took it and read it, and gradually became serious.

After reading, he sighed and asked, "What do you think?"

Director Wang said, "It's very grand."

"This girl..." Secretary Gao also sighed, "How can she write so grandly at such a young age?"

In this manuscript, Qiao Wei made a beautiful vision for the future of Bocheng, which has not yet been born.

In her "imagination", after the small Yongming County is renamed Bocheng, it will develop steadily and become a solid heavy industrial city in the future.

This is very bold.

Even now, the tallest building in the provincial capital is only four stories high, and it is already a landmark building. The future of Bocheng described in her writing is too "fantasy".

But what really shocked Secretary Gao and Director Wang was that this female comrade had a firm belief in this future between the lines of her writing.

She had a firm belief in the future of the country.

Every word she uttered was filled with love and confidence for the country.

She was a comrade with faith.