The passer-by sister who wears the female supporting role in the era

Chapter 231 The end of farming
"Welcome to xx People's Broadcasting Station, the weather forecast will be broadcast below..."

On the threshing floor, the team leader who had just stepped off the stage heard the voice on the radio, and couldn't hide the smile on his face, his mouth was so happy that he grinned behind his ears.

I checked the time with Gao Zhiqing yesterday, and the weather forecast started at [-]:[-], so I had to finish the preparations before going to work before this time.

Unexpectedly, the timing was quite accurate on the first day.

"Oh my mother, I still have the radio, can I still listen to the music at that moment?" The big beauty shouted loudly while carrying the farm tools, flicking the two twisted braids back and forth excitedly.

"Of course, the radio at the old team leader's house is used to listen to the weather forecast and opera, but it's a pity that it's too tightly covered to hear clearly. Now that the team has speakers, we can be considered lucky."

It was the backyard neighbor of the old captain's house who answered the conversation, a middle-aged woman in her 40s.

"Who says it's not? Gao Zhiqing is really capable. He even has a radio."

"Well, I guess it was brought back when I went home to visit relatives. I haven't seen Gao Zhiqing take it out and listen to it before."

"I don't think so. What if the old Captain Guan borrowed the radio?"

"You can pull it down, the old captain won't let him touch the baby radio in his house, and even sewed a cloth pocket to store it, how could he be willing to lend it out?"

"According to what you say..."

"Everyone, stop talking, listen carefully, and see what the weather is like today, whether it's raining or not."

"Looking at the sun, it must be sunny again." The big beauty said proudly.

……

Kong Jiao, who was walking at the back of the educated youth team, heard the voices coming from the front from time to time, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind.

The cheapest Huanghe brand radio costs 95 yuan, and radio air tickets are hard to get. Last year, my parents lost a lot of connections before I got one.

And the conditions of Gao Yueyang's family...

"Xiujuan, I heard you say that Gao Zhiqing's parents are ordinary workers, so who did you listen to?"

"Oh, I heard from Zhou Zhiqing that her family lives in the same courtyard as Gao Zhiqing's family, and the two of them grew up together." Meng Xiujuan replied in a low voice.

Kong Jiao looked at Zhou Lingling's back not far ahead, her eyes narrowed slightly.

It turned out that the two of them not only came from the same county, but also grew up from childhood.

But looking at the relationship between the two, it seems that the relationship between them is not very good, ha ha!
Meng Xiujuan squinted at the corner of Kong Jiao's mouth showing a smirk, and couldn't help but feel that something was going on! !
……

At 11:15 p.m., Gao Yueyang read the off-work broadcast.

Picking up the pen and continuing to write the speech that was left unfinished in the morning, she planned to prepare the broadcast content for the next three days, which would save a lot of trouble than selling it now.

About 10 minutes later, Gao Yueyang put a few pages of manuscript paper into a drawer, got up and left the broadcasting room.

Just as I walked out of the brigade headquarters, I ran into the postman head-on.

The postman jumped off the bicycle and grinned: "Gao Zhiqing, I heard the voice on the radio a bit like you from a long distance back then, I didn't expect it to be true."

The female educated youth in front of me is not only a hero who saves lives, but now she is also the broadcaster in the team.

You know, among all the production teams under the communes in Shuanghe County, only Dahewan has electrified the whole village, but other nearby communes and more than a dozen production teams are jealous.

Gao Yueyang smiled and said: "Comrade Zhang is here to deliver a letter again, do you have a letter from me?"

The postman nodded: "Well, I have an urgent letter from you this time."

Gao Yueyang's eyes lit up, could it be...

I saw the postman take out the envelopes that were stacked together from the bag hanging on the back seat of the bicycle.

While searching, he said, "In addition to your letter, there are other educated youths and commune members."

Soon, the postman pulled out a letter from it and handed it over.

"Thank you." Gao Yueyang took the envelope and signed his name on the receipt.

The postman put away the receipt list, greeted Gao Yueyang, and then rode on his bicycle to deliver letters to others.

When Gao Yueyang returned home, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall. At 11:40, Wang Baolei hadn't finished school yet, so he had to wait a while before cooking.

So, I went back to my room and sat at the desk to open the letter.

After a while, Gao Yueyang couldn't help but feel a little excited. He didn't expect that the manuscript he submitted when he passed by the capital before was actually completed.

That's right, she wrote a novel "The Sons and Daughters of Dahewan", the protagonist is based on Song Tiangang's youth and youth.

Of course, the name will not use his real name, and Song Tiangang himself agreed before writing it, and he was so beautiful at the time.

The newspaper office hoped that they could send more novels to the archives so that they could apply for a column to be serialized in the newspaper.

In this way, Gao Yueyang decided that in the next few days, he would use his spare time during the broadcast period and go home to light up the lights for two hours at night, so as to save more manuscripts and send them as soon as possible.

Time passed quickly, and it was late May in a blink of an eye, and the land was basically cultivated.

Among them, spring wheat was cultivated first, followed by corn, soybean, peanut and sorghum.

And during this half month, Gao Yueyang also received two very substantial manuscript fees one after another, adding up to nearly 60 yuan, which is equivalent to two months' wages of ordinary workers.

Think about it, the novel content is updated every day in the newspaper. In order to keep updating, she writes whenever she has free time during the day and night, and the manuscript fee will naturally increase as the number of words increases.

But, it's really tiring to write by hand, and there are frequent power outages at night, so Gao Yueyang decided to give up writing novels for the time being after the novel is finished.

I only write some prose every month, earn ten yuan or 20 yuan easily, and add 12 yuan for the broadcaster, so I can guarantee a minimum of 30 yuan every month.

As soon as Wang Baolei, who was out of school at noon, entered the house, he ran to the kitchen anxiously: "Sister, it's not good."

Gao Yueyang paused while rolling the noodles, then turned to look at Wang Baolei: "What's the matter?"

Wang Baolei pulled a small face: "I heard that Song Baozhen has become our class teacher."

Gao Yueyang snorted: "I thought it was something, it turned out to be this."

"Song Baozhen and Song Xiaoyun's exam papers were graded by me and the principal this morning."

The basic knowledge of Song Baozhen Primary School senior grade is quite solid.

But Song Xiaoyun is much worse. Although she graduated from junior high school, she has been away from school for two years. I heard that when she was in school, her academic performance was not very good.

The result is obvious, the test paper is a mess.

Even if the principal of the educated youth is her uncle and the old captain is her grandfather, she will not be a primary school teacher.

I remember that when the scores came out, Song Xiaoyun almost stared at Song Baozhen, and Gao Yueyang sighed at that moment.

Think about it, Song Xiaoyun was able to become a teacher without taking an exam, but his cousin who went to school in the county made a fool of him.

Here I want to explain that Song Xiaoyun's grandfather and Song Baozhen's grandfather are brothers, so they are called cousins.

When Wang Baolei thought that he had to face people he hated every day, he felt very depressed.

Gao Yueyang saw his pouted Lao Gao, smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, we are still in the first grade for more than two months, and the first grade should be on summer vacation. When the school starts in September, you can directly jump to the third grade, and you don't have to face her every day." .”

When Wang Baolei heard it, after thinking about it for a while, he felt that what my sister said was very correct, so he didn't think too much, squatted by the stove and started to light the fire.

　Thanks to the old iron plum blossom in the snow for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)