Portable Museum

Chapter 36 Material Exchange 3
Things that seemed difficult to Nie Xinghua and Liang Guanghui were nothing to Zhang Junping.

The purchase and sale of chemical fertilizers was originally within the scope of the Materials Bureau's functions.

With Zhang Junping's popularity in the bureau, if he said something, he dared not say it too much, and it would be no problem at all to get twenty or thirty tons.

The reason why I didn't say enough was because I didn't want to give Nie Xinghua the illusion that things were simple.

Dongfanghong tractors are not impossible to get, but the annual output is only those, and farmers brothers all over the country are waiting for tractors.

Zhang Junping, who has a noble character, naturally couldn't bear to seize the share of other peasant brothers.

Anyway, I'm going to Lao Maozi's side, by the way.

Dongfanghong's technology was originally derived from Lao Maozi.

The tractors produced by Lao Maozi are absolutely resistant to manufacturing.

Because it was the first time we met and collaborated, everyone was relatively restrained and didn't drink too much alcohol at noon.

Zhang Junping took out a box of Moutai, and everyone shared it, each person got a little more bottle.

It was just right to drink these, everyone was a little bit drunk, the relationship became a lot closer, and the conversation became more casual.

"Xiao An graduated from junior high school? Raising pigs at home is a bit of a waste of talent.

In my opinion, they can be transferred to the field department for training.

Lao Liang, has the list of people who will go to the agricultural school for training this year been finalized? "

"It's settled, but after communicating with the school, it's still possible to add a quota." Liang Guanghui said immediately.

"Then I will leave this matter to you, and communicate with the agricultural school.

Xiao Zhang, our farm has a cooperation with the agricultural school. Every year, a group of students are sent to the agricultural school committee for training, and they come out to issue technical secondary school diplomas.

I think Xiaoan should go to an agricultural school to study. After all, he is still young and has a junior high school education. Raising pigs at home is a bit inferior. "

"Then I will thank Senior Official Nie on behalf of Xiaoan!"

"What's your name, Senior Officer Nie? I'm about the same age as your father, and I'm a big kid. Calling me Uncle Nie doesn't count as taking advantage of you, does it?"

"It doesn't count, then I'll call you Uncle Nie! Regarding Xiaoan, please leave it to Uncle Nie and Director Liang..."

"Why, I see that my old Liang is not a high-ranking official like Nie? Can't you also call me Uncle Liang?" Liang Guanghui said with fake anger.

"Okay! Uncle Liang, please calm down. Uncle Liang needs to help you with Xiaoan's matter. Let me toast you." Zhang Junping raised his glass with a smile.

He knew that he was giving him a favor.

Agricultural School, BJ City Agricultural School is the earliest formal technical secondary school in BJ.

In this era, graduates from technical secondary schools are state cadres.

In the 90s, it was much more difficult to take the entrance examination for technical secondary school than high school entrance examination.

To Nie Xinghua and Liang Guanghui, how many people want to get into a school is just a matter of words.

Zhang Junping really deserves this favor.

Originally, Zhang Junping had other arrangements for his younger brother Zhang Junan. He planned to wait a few years and let him and his father contract the farm's pig farm and become the king of pig raising.

Seeing Zhang Junan's longing eyes, Zhang Junping did not refuse.

Go your own way, choose your own.

Zhang Junping didn't intend to interfere too much.

After sending Nie Xinghua and the others away, Zhang Junping returned to the main room.

"Pingzi, go and lie down quickly! The bed is already made for you!" Mother Zhang looked at Zhang Junping whose face was glowing red, and said with some distress.

"Mom, it's okay, let's talk, and I'll go to sleep again." Zhang Junping sat on the stool and smiled at Zhang's mother.

"Anzi, want to go to school?"

"Hmm! Brother, I want to go to school." Zhang Junan nodded vigorously.

"In the past, when your parents asked you to go to school, you refused to go to school, but now you know how to go to school?

All right, go if you want, go and study hard. "Zhang Junping said a word, and didn't say any more.

He shouldn't talk about educating his younger brother. Talking too much will only annoy people.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhao Yuzhi who was standing by the side expectantly but also at a loss.

"You have to remember, you have a wife and children, don't be Chen Shimei."

"Who is Chen Shimei?" Zhang Junan asked blankly.

Zhang Junping slapped his forehead, oh my god.

He forgot that people of this era rely on opera to understand historical figures.

Unlike later generations, children of six or seven years old know who Chen Shimei is.

"Chen Shimei was a No. [-] scholar in the Song Dynasty. After he won the No. [-] Scholar, he abandoned his wife and son for the sake of wealth and honor, and was finally executed by Bao Gong with a guillotine."

"Brother, don't worry, I will never be Chen Shimei, and I will never give up on Yuzhi." Now Zhang Jun'an understood, and gave Zhang Junping a resentful look, before expressing his position quickly.

He already had a premonition that he would not be able to sleep peacefully at night.

"Your elder brother is right, our old Zhang family has no ungrateful people.

If you dare to be sorry to Yuzhi and don't use Baogong, I will kill you. "Father Zhang followed while smoking a cigarette.

"Dad, don't worry, how can I do that kind of inhuman thing?" Zhang Jun'an promised his father again.

After this tossing, the excitement of going to school just now passed, and I began to think about other things, "Dad, I'm going to school, what about the pig farm? Can you and my mother come over?"

I have to say that Zhang Junan is quite filial.

"Dad, I think you and my mother don't go to work in the pig farm, it's dirty and tiring.

Later, I will tell Nie Xinghua that I will exchange an easier job for you and my mother. "Zhang Junping persuaded with a smile.

"No, your mother and I used to be the only ones in the pig farm, so we can still do it, so we can't do it now?

Pingzi, he is three points short of asking for help, so try not to bother others if you don't ask for help. "Father Zhang resolutely rejected Zhang Junping's persuasion, and instead taught him a lesson.

Zhang Junping was very touched by his father's words, it was completely for him, he was afraid that he would open his mouth to beg for favors, and would rather work harder on himself.

It's just that the perspective of considering the problem is different, so the result is completely different.

Zhang Junping explained with a smile: "Dad, you used to be young, and you worked twice as well, but now you are almost 50 years old, can you still be the same as before?
Besides, it's not that I'm begging them to do something.

You didn't see that they were begging me to do something and transfer jobs for you and my mother. It was just their way of pleasing me, just like arranging Anzi to go to school. "

"Oh! You have grown up, and now you are more capable than your father.

If it's really like what you said, then tune us in!
Lao Tzu also enjoys the glory of his son! "After listening to Zhang Junping's explanation, Zhang's father is not the kind of stubborn person, so naturally he will not continue to refuse.

"Tomorrow! After the anthracite and glass are delivered to them tomorrow, I will have a word with Nie Xinghua."

"Pingzi, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you.

There is an old hen in our family who has stopped laying eggs. It just so happens that I will stew it for you at night, so make up for it.

You are outside alone, you can’t eat well, it looks like you are skinny. "

"Mom, you can eat it yourself after the stew. I won't be home to eat tonight." Zhang Junping said apologetically.

If the old hen that Zhang's mother said could talk, she would definitely scold the street: "My mother laid an egg yesterday."

"Why don't you eat at home again?" Mother Zhang asked disappointedly.

　Thanks to [Qiao Shao Wei Wei] [Tao Xing Ge] [Philippines born in the 90s] [Shang Shan Ruo Shui] [Yang Chun Sha] [Four Eyebrows Lu Xiaofeng] and other friends for their rewards.

　　Thanks again to Brother Chendong for his chapter push, and Chen fans for their group support!

　　Penpower is limited, but I will try my best to write well.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)