Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 107 The Little Announcer

Shanqian Village, Zhao's old house.

"Xiaoqiu, tell the folks about some things in the capital and the country's major policies! There are a lot of big things happening every day, not to mention the big guys, even the cadres of the production team are a little bit blind."

This is true, Zhao Xuelei often goes to talk to Zhao Wenmu now.

There are many things he doesn't understand, and Zhao Wenmu often understands everything.

Since the building materials factory was built in the village, he felt that his brains were becoming more and more insufficient.

The accountants in the village didn't even know the method of debit and credit bookkeeping. It was Zhao Jing who explained it to them for several days, and then helped them set up the account books.

This also made him, the production team leader, more deeply aware of the importance of knowledge.

But it's not enough for him to realize it himself!

Villagers in this era are not thirsty for knowledge and do not pay much attention to education.There is no shortage of respect for intellectuals.

He must let everyone realize the importance of knowledge.

Zhao Wenqiu is a model!
Only with knowledge can you go to the capital!

Only with knowledge can we understand the country's plans!
Only with knowledge can you become a senior cadre in the future!
Otherwise, these villagers will not let their children go to school either because their families are too poor to go to school, or because they can make money by dropping out of school and working!

People without knowledge are so short-sighted.

"Second uncle, can I really do it?"

Zhao Wenqiu paused, this proposal moved her very much.

At school, she envied her senior sister who was an announcer.

There is a radio station in the small Central Institute of Finance and Economics!

In the past six months, Zhao Wenqiu has worked hard to practice Mandarin, and now he has achieved some success.

The villagers all said with envy and reverence that she has the flavor of the capital.

Although everyone does not know what the taste of the capital is.

"Of course you can, why not! You are the only college student in our village, and your level is so much higher than everyone else's!"

The big speakers in the village were installed in Dongyue.

Two big speakers and a set of sound reinforcement equipment cost a lot of money!
"Every evening, just at mealtime, I will talk to everyone for half an hour."

"Just talk about what you have seen in the capital and the major policies of the central government. The ones related to our farmers are the best!"

"Well, let's talk about it until the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, with a daily salary of 1 yuan!"

Zhao Xuelei is really rich and powerful, and he even offered a salary of 1 yuan a day.

Zhao Wenmu originally thought that it would be fine to give lectures for free.

Zhao Wenqiu looked at him.

Zhao Wenmu nodded.

"it is good!"

She jumped up happily, and was about to enter the room to write a manuscript immediately.

Liu Sufang stopped her.

"Xue Lei, just let this girl explain it to everyone, and you won't need any salary!"

The salary of 1 yuan a day is not low, and it is only half an hour of broadcasting. Liu Sufang does not want to take advantage of this.

Zhao Xuehai also nodded.

Zhao Wenqiu is not happy.

Originally, she was willing to broadcast without mentioning money.

But now it has been agreed that there will be a salary, and suddenly it is gone, this girl feels unbalanced.

And she still has to write the manuscript. If it is broadcast for half an hour, it will take two or three hours to write the manuscript.

She pouted and said nothing.

"Sister-in-law, it takes a lot of time and effort to write a manuscript for broadcasting, so the salary must be paid! In the future, the village will find an official broadcaster. Is it possible that the salary will not be paid?"

So the salary finally became 5 cents a day.

"Okay, okay, go write the manuscript, your brother, I will reward you with 1 yuan every time, okay!"

Zhao Wenmu patted her.

Zhao Wenqiu happily went into the room to write a manuscript.

The only serious guest today is Zhang Zhenshan. After all, Zhao Wenmu is not a son-in-law.

Zhang Zhenshan sat at the head, looking very reserved, after all, Qilu people are very particular about seating.

Although this was not the first time this kind of experience had happened, sitting on the top still made him restrained.

Zhao Xuehai sat beside him.

Zhao Wenmu sat opposite him, theoretically this position is responsible for serving the audience.

Several women also sat down next to each other.

Because none of the three gentlemen present were heavy smokers, and they drank more politely, so men and women sat together.

If it's the kind of meal where they like to swallow clouds and smoke when eating and drinking, and make a noise like a war when toasting, women usually won't sit at the same table with them.

This is the most fundamental reason why so-called women do not sit at the table in the Qilu area.

As for the so-called patriarchy, there may be some, but the author has not experienced it.

They are all the closest people, without too many formalities.

But there are still many toasts and speeches that should be made.

The two bottles of Moutai brought by Zhao Wenmu were all eaten in the end.

Just Zhao Xuehai made a bottle himself, and with the old man's drinking capacity, a bottle of baijiu doesn't feel much at all.

Zhang Zhenshan and Zhao Wenmu were very different, they both started to feel dizzy after drinking two or three ounces of liquor.

In the end, Zhao Wenyan and Zhao Jing rounded up the remaining Moutai.

Both sisters are good drinkers.

Especially for Zhao Jing, if this bottle of Moutai is taken slowly, there will be no big problem.

I really don't know how her small body can digest so much liquor.

There is a small episode before the meal.

That kid Zhang Yuanming went out to play and didn't come back until morning.

When he came back, the adults had already arranged the food and wine, and they were waiting for Zhang Zhenshan to move the first chopsticks.

The little guy shouted thirsty as he rushed over.

Zhao Wenyan casually picked up the small wine glass on the table and handed it to him.

No matter men, women, old or young, everyone used one or two small wine glasses like this. Zhao Wenyan thought that the glasses contained boiled water.

Zhang Yuanming didn't doubt that there was him, so he took a mouthful of stuffiness.

"Ah! Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

The little guy coughed loudly.

Then he kept touching his chest with his hands.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

"This is baijiu!"

He stuck out his tongue and said, his fair little face was already bright red in an instant.

Zhao Wenyan hurriedly poured him a large glass of water, gulped down a few gulps, and the little guy finally felt less uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the small wine cup was very small, and Zhang Yuanming was so dizzy from drinking that he climbed onto the kang to sleep after lunch.

Zhang Zhenshan, Zhao Wenyan, and Zhang Yuanming went back around four o'clock in the afternoon.

This time is also important.

It can't be too early, too early, it seems that the family's hospitality is not thoughtful; it can't be too late, usually before the sun goes down, which means that when you go home with the sun on your head, you will be able to live a good life.

All kinds of folk customs reflect the yearning and expectation for a better life in the details.

Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing didn't care what time they went home.

Zhao Jing sat on the kang and talked to Liu Sufang and Zhao Wenjun.

Zhao Wenmu helped Zhao Wenqiu review the manuscript she had written.

He thinks it doesn't matter what you write, the level of the villagers determines that if you write too well, people may not understand it.

But there are also some words that cannot be said indiscriminately.

Fortunately, Zhao Wenqiu has this sensitivity.

She only talked about anecdotes about the capital and some economic policies, agricultural and rural reforms, etc.

Don't talk about anything else.

At 4:50 p.m., most of the people who left relatives had already returned home, and each household in Shanqian Village was preparing dinner.

"Members! Members! Attention everyone! Attention everyone! Starting today, our village will start broadcasting..."

It was Zhao Xuelei's voice, reminding everyone that the broadcast will start at five o'clock.

As soon as they heard that Zhao Wenqiu was broadcasting the news about the capital, the enthusiasm of the villagers was very high. Those who were cooking, chopping firewood and carrying water all hurriedly finished their work so as not to interfere with listening to the broadcast later.

The children who were still playing outside were also called home by their parents.

For a moment the whole village fell silent.

The ever-present sound of firecrackers also stopped.

It's like a huge living creature, holding its breath and paying attention to something.

"Hello, everyone!"

"I'm Zhao Wenqiu! Today we're going to talk about the people and city conditions in Beijing..."

Naturally, what everyone pays most attention to is the No.1 perspective of Tiananmen Square, Badaling Great Wall, Zhongnanhai...

It is really good that Zhao Wenqiu chose this as an entry point.

As soon as he came up, he said some nonsensical things, and the villagers were not interested in listening.

In the old house of the Zhao family.

Zhao Xuehai, Liu Sufang, Zhao Wenjun, Zhao Jing and Zhao Wenmu listened carefully.

One by one, they showed gratified and proud expressions.

"Dad and mother walk outside and their waists are straighter."

Zhao Wenmu thought quietly in his heart.

Sure enough, the next morning, Zhao Xuehai took the cigarette bag and pot, and went out with his hands behind his back.

It is to enjoy the feeling of being watched with reverence and envy by everyone.

Liu Sufang also went to Aunt Zhang's house in the back street early in the morning.

Several old ladies like to chat here.

Since this year, Liu Sufang has been envied by everyone time and time again.

Who doesn't love this sense of vanity?

Especially rural old ladies!
(End of this chapter)