Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chapter 84
Lao Mu always remembers the meetings of the Education Committee very seriously. The biggest achievement for him from this meeting is that the registration work for the middle school correspondence course has started, and after registration, he has to take the unified exam this month, and he can only enter the school after passing the exam.Lao Mu felt that this exam was very important to him, so he had to try to pass it no matter what.

As soon as the meeting was over, he said goodbye to Principal Wang briefly, and went to the photo studio in the town. The inside is very deep, and the middle is divided into two rooms, the inside and the outside. The outside room is separated by a glass window. There is only a financial room with a table and a chair. In addition to the financial room for collecting money, there is also a chair against the wall. , used to take pictures of the rest and waiting of the guests, some enlarged black and white and slightly colored photos are hung on the walls on both sides.

Old Mu locked his bicycle at the entrance of the photo studio, and walked in. There was no one outside. The door of the financial room was locked, but the door was not locked. One could tell that the people inside had not gone far. Old Mu coughed He yelled loudly, "Is anyone there?"

"Who is it?" The curtain between the two partitions was raised, and an old man wearing glasses came out. He has less gray hair, but his face is rosy, and he looks hale and hearty, especially the pen in the pocket of his white-haired jacket on his upper body, he looks like a cultural person.

"You are?" the old man asked old Mu Duanxiang.

Old Mu also looked familiar, and when the old man asked who he was, he immediately said, "I'm here to take pictures, we seem to have met somewhere."

"I retired from the county cultural center, have you been there before?" the old man asked tentatively.

"County Cultural Center!" Lao Mu repeated, paused for a while, and then continued: "I remember, you are the curator Yu there, and you praised me when you saw what I wrote!"

Looking at Director Yu in front of him, Lao Mu immediately thought of the days when he was in middle school in the county seat. At that time, Lao Mu would go to the library every Sunday. As a propaganda committee member in the class, he was afraid of falling behind. , Those books full of passionate years in the library firmly attracted him, and it was this relationship between books that made Lao Mu and the curator Yu have a long-term friendship.It was a sunny day. Lao Mu went to the library to return books as usual. He never thought that when he passed a factory area, for some reason, there was a puddle of water near the factory area. Because he was walking in a hurry, he tripped over and fell. Not to mention the dirty water on the ground and the clothes, the worst thing is that the book fell on the mud. Even though Lao Mu wiped it carefully, there were still traces of mud on the cover of the book, because of this The librarian asked him to pay a dime. Although the money was not much, it was Lao Mu's living expenses for a week at the time. How could Lao Mu get it? He was so anxious that tears almost fell out. At the moment of stalemate, A middle-aged man came over, understood the situation with concern, and changed the compensation to writing a letter of guarantee. Lao Mu felt grateful and thanked him repeatedly. The middle-aged man asked the librarian to take a piece of paper and write a letter of guarantee. A pen made Lao Mu lie down at the front desk to write a letter of guarantee. Lao Mu's regular script was well-known in school. The middle-aged man saw Lao Mu's good handwriting and praised him again and again!Later, when Lao Mu was borrowing books, he met the former curator and would say hello. Unexpectedly, 20 years later, the former curator actually retired to this photo studio.

"Why are you here?" Lao Mu was a little surprised when he saw the old curator in front of him.

"You can still remember me. Although your appearance hasn't changed much over the years, I feel familiar when I see you." Curator Yu didn't answer Lao Mu's question directly, but smiled gratefully , and then explained: "My eldest son is the photographer here, and he is also the person in charge here. Now because of the poor efficiency, he often goes out to contact other businesses, so I usually rely on here to watch the store for him. I did this when I was young, so I'm retiring and picking up what I left off years ago!"

"There is only such a photo studio in a town, isn't it profitable?" Lao Mu felt a little surprised.

"Now it's not the same as before. Although there is only one photo studio, there are mobile photographers in the countryside, and their standards are not bad. This will make the business of our photo studio less and less. My son wants to do something else. He came to subsidize the photo studio, so he asked me to watch, he is busy with other business!" Director Yu paused at this point, suddenly felt that he had talked too much, stopped the topic, and asked Lao Mu : "Tell me what kind of photo you want to take?"

"It's black and white, one inch. I'm not going to sign up for the exam. I need two one-inch photos, so I want to print them out in a hurry. Do you think it's okay?" Lao Mu felt that it would be much easier to meet acquaintances here.

"No problem, what exam are you taking now?" Curator Yu asked with concern.

"I have worked as a private teacher for so many years. I didn't have the opportunity to become a full-time teacher, but I was rejected because of my academic qualifications. I am now signing up for the correspondence examination and getting a diploma." Lao Mu quickly explained.

"Okay, don't worry, I'm definitely not worse than my son!" Director Yu said, opened the door of the accounting room, sat down and opened the fee receipt, and said as he opened it: "Look, acquaintances will still charge you when they come. Fei, I'm so sorry!"

"How can we not charge some fees, and I can't let you work for nothing!" Lao Mu felt that it would be much easier to have an acquaintance, and did not want to save the cost of taking pictures.

"Okay, if you want to expedite, you should have added five yuan more. For the sake of our old acquaintance, we will charge two yuan less for the expedited fee!" Director Yu said, and handed over the photo collection slip to the old man. Mu hands.

While expressing his gratitude, Lao Mu paid the money on the list to Director Yu.

After paying the money, Lao Mu followed Director Yu into the studio in the inner room. The room was a little dark. Director Yu turned on the light, and it became much brighter. Director Yu asked Lao Mu to sit on the bench in front of the camera, and moved it gently. Adjust the angle of the special lamp for photography, and then gently remove the red cloth covering the old-fashioned camera. Lao Mu noticed that Director Yu was very skillful in operating, inserting the board, focusing, and then said softly : "Okay, look here, one, two."

Immediately after hearing a "pop", Director Yu smiled and said, "Okay!"

Lao Mu happily smiled at the curator and said, "You are really an expert, very proficient!"

"Before I was liberated, I was engaged in propaganda in the army. If I hadn't been injured in a battle, I would not have returned to the place. It's just that after so many years, it seems a bit unfamiliar, but it's still kind of familiar to operate this! "When curator Yu talked about these old things, he suddenly became very excited.

When Lao Mu heard Director Yu say that he was engaged in propaganda before liberation, he immediately felt a little respect: "I didn't expect you to be a hero who came out of the war!"

"It's not a hero. I was just a publicity officer at that time. Compared with you youngsters, I can only be your waiter!" Director Yu said very modestly and relaxedly.

Lao Mu was very kind to the curator's words about being a waiter. If it weren't for the old curator who was willing to be a waiter, he would really have to tighten his belt for a week.

"You are too modest in what you said. Compared with you, we look much smaller!" Lao Mu felt that the curator Yu in front of him was the curator of the cultural center after all, and he should know a lot about cultural matters, so he thought Let's chat with him a few more words, and inquire about the situation of correspondence learning by the way.

"You have worked in the government all your life, and it is related to culture. I would like to ask you some questions." Old Mu said very politely.

"Tell me, as long as I know, I will know everything, and I must say everything!" Curator Yu smiled, thinking that the old Mu in front of him was so studious back then, there must be a reason why he didn't go to school, so he naturally felt that there was no need to go into details Ask, but to answer Lao Mu's question, naturally he should serve.

"I heard that there is an agricultural broadcasting school, how much do you know?" At this time, Lao Mu already knew enough about the correspondence course of the middle school. When he mentioned his registration today, he immediately thought of Tiancheng's agricultural broadcasting school. It stands to reason that CABTS should also sign up, but he doesn't know how to help. When he saw Director Yu, he actually immediately thought of this question, but he couldn't find the introduction to talk. Now Director Yu readily agreed to let himself If you ask some questions, you naturally want to ask more questions.

"You've got to the bottom of your question, of course you know, and you know a lot!" Director Yu looked very confident.

"I have a classmate who wants to sign up for study, but I don't know where to sign up?" Old Mu looked a little anxious.

"You're asking the right person. My youngest son is in charge of this matter. I'll write you an address. If you ask your classmates to find him at this address, won't everything be resolved?" Director Yu said, Walking into the financial room, wrote down the detailed address and unit on the table, and wrote the name of the youngest son, walked out and handed it to Lao Mu, and said to Lao Mu: "You ask the students to take this note to find My youngest son, and then told him I let him go."

Lao Mu took the note, put it in his pocket without looking carefully, and expressed his gratitude to the curator: "Let me thank you on behalf of my old classmate!"

"Look, what you said just now, I just want to be a good waiter. As long as you young people need it, it's a great honor for us to be able to do a good job in serving you. I promise to spare no effort!" I laughed first.

Lao Mu felt like a warm current passing through his heart. He held the curator Yu's hand and felt it was like holding the hand of a relative, powerful and transmitting heat.

After leaving the photo studio, Lao Mu remembered that he still had an important task in town today, which was to visit his son at Qingcheng Middle School, and then give him some living expenses. He looked at his watch, and the hour hand had already pointed to eleven o'clock. , he didn't dare to delay any longer, and rode his bicycle in the direction of Qingcheng Middle School.

(End of this chapter)