good old days

After school at noon, Jiang Xinyu was reading the newspaper in the school dormitory, reading Chen Yi's article for which he received a royalties of 13 yuan.

She hadn't read it when he wrote it before, but she gave the secretary and captain a little lesson on how to speak before he interviewed him.

She couldn't write this article anyway. She was a little clever and could flatter the leader, but she couldn't write an article that had a structure and looked "high-level".Because the characteristics of the times are a bit strong, she cannot write such an article so freely.

Just when she thought he was awesome, he opened the door and came back holding the record player.

"Come and teach me how to write this kind of article? If you write more articles in the future, you can earn more royalties."

The two of them don't have much extra income now, except for watches, pig pancakes and the things he throws away.Compared with the speed of making money from business during the Chinese New Year, it is now a sluggish pace.

She taught her mother-in-law the art of making pig soap, but there are not many pigs this year, and Chen Yi can't get pig soap every day. He only saved about a hundred pig soap soaps in a month, and it's hard to sell them. It’s just over 20 yuan.

However, excluding food, the two of them saved 72 yuan last month, which is equivalent to the annual income of some families in the village.Materials are too scarce, everything needs bills, and there is no place to spend money.

It costs a lot of money for him to write an article, so he can definitely submit it in the future.

Chen Yi put down the record player, chuckled and said, "Did you take advantage of money?"

Jiang Xinyu snorted and rubbed her fingers with her index finger, "Which one of a courtyard, a big villa, a car, a watch, clothes, shoes, and bags doesn't cost money?"

Chen Yi was very busy: "Don't worry, it will all happen in the future."

"You know how to draw cakes now. I'm so tired of making cakes."

He gave a short laugh and said, "It's better to hold on than to be hungry."

The two of them bickered for a while, but neither of them got angry.

After a while, he said: "In the future, you should study more various articles in newspapers and magazines. When you take the college entrance examination, you will be closer to the style of those articles, which will be more conducive to your score."

Jiang Xinyu thought he was right.

This is not a trick, it is the characteristics of the times. Doing things that are beneficial to yourself within such unwritten rules is what smart people do.

Chen Yi fiddled with the record player. After shaking it, some defective music flowed out.

Then the song "The East is Red" rang passionately in the dormitory.

Jiang Xinyu was speechless. She had heard this song on the radio. It was quite passionate and contagious, but she just wanted to listen to a more "petty bourgeoisie" song.

This song attracted Luo Yuan and others.

"Where did you get the gramophone? This record is a bit old, so the sound quality isn't that good."

Chen Yi turned off the record player. "This record player belonged to someone else and had been broken for a few years. I took it back and repaired it. Now I can listen to it, but the record doesn't sound good."

Chen Zhengyu really remembered the movement and sent it back to him as soon as he got it.

Zhong Ying said hurriedly: "Don't stop, it would be nice to listen to "The East is Red"."

This is absolutely true. None of their teachers has a radio. How can they listen to music on weekdays? "The East is Red" is also very good.

Wu Jian stepped forward and said seriously to Chen Yi: "I read your article and it was quite good, but I just feel a little uncomfortable. I always feel that you..."

Zhong Ying thought he would say something inappropriate, so she immediately called his name and warned him.What words can and cannot be said? Doesn't he, a person who has submitted ten times and won once at most, still not understand?Is there a scoundrel like Li Luo among their teachers? Why doesn’t he have a long memory?

Wu Jian glared at Zhong Ying. Although he was not satisfied, he still held back his words.

He likes to write something when he has nothing to do, and his articles have been published in literary magazines before. However, others don't recognize what he has written in the past two years. He feels that those people are ignorant, and he is wondering what is wrong with it.

Chen Yi's article seemed loose, but in fact it had a rigorous structure. The words were filled with emotion and the writing was smooth and smooth. However, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and felt that his article was not as strong as his article. However, it was undeniable that there was something in this man's belly.

Chen Yi probably understood what he was saying, but he didn't take it seriously.He does not feel that he is promoting suffering, nor does he feel that he is pandering to society.

The times are like a rushing torrent, but he did not want to become a grain of sand at this node. Although the revolutionary and revolutionary teams only have division of labor and no hierarchy, the hard work of the farmers at the bottom is unmatched by other types of work. He just wrote It highlighted the glory of the members and praised their contribution to the country.

The music was loud and no one answered when Master Li called for dinner, so he opened the door and came in.

"Hurry up, the fish soup is ready."

After a heavy rain, there are fish rushing up in the river, and everyone picks them up. Who is going to report it?

There are so many fish in the river that everyone goes to catch them. Even the school eats fish every meal these days.

There are tomatoes in the fish soup, a large plate of fried beans with chili, and cornmeal pancakes. It tastes like a home-cooked meal.

Every time Chen Yi ate with her at school, the bill was charged to her, and the amount she had to pay every month was only three or four yuan more.

When Zhang Ling left, everyone scolded her behind her back.

As for the little guy Li Luo, the big guys don't interact with him very much anymore.He doesn't eat with everyone every day and keeps a straight face all day long.

Jiang Xinyu was originally worried that he would retaliate against her, but more than half a year later, he did nothing but keep a gloomy look on his face all day long.

The day for the resumption of the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer, only a few months away. Every time Jiang Xinyu goes home, she will remind her mother to read more junior high school books and the notes she wrote for her. When she comes to the commune to be a junior high school teacher, the salary is better than Being a teacher in a central primary school is much better.

Ding Changhai said that the sewing machine was reliable, and Chen Yi rushed over immediately.

You really can’t just buy a sewing machine if you want to. There are quotas for this thing. Even if you have a ticket, you still can’t buy it.

Both Chen Xiuyun and Widow Wang want a sewing machine, but now there is only one sewing machine. If Chen Xiuyun is given the sewing machine, Chen Yi feels that his mother will not have no idea.

The two discussed it and brought the sewing machine home to Widow Wang, and bought Chen Xiuyun a bicycle before going to college.The mothers of both families treated neither of them badly.

If they were selling bicycles and sewing machines now, everyone would wonder where their money came from, so it would be better not to attract too much attention.

Ding Changhai's family has a flatbed tricycle specially used for transporting goods. Several people worked together to carefully lift the sewing machine up.

Jiang Xinyu looked at this brand-new machine from the side, wondering where it got such charm that many female comrades wanted it.

When the flatbed truck entered the village, it immediately attracted onlookers.

Widow Wang, who was still working in the pig pen, was specifically called back.

The calling lady said in an envious tone, "Your Chen Yi will get you a sewing machine. Go back and have a look."

Widow Wang's heart flew back instantly, and she walked quickly without forgetting to show off to the aunt next to her: "My daughter-in-law told me a few months ago that she and Chen Yi would buy me a sewing machine as soon as there was a sewing ticket. , this girl kept her word, the sewing machine came so quickly..."