Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 453: Soviet secrets in exchange for Maotai liquor
"What's wrong, Uncle Li?"

Jiang Shan leaned over the window and smiled, "You're really curious, right?"

Li Ruocheng, who was also lying in front of the window, said across the courtyard:
"It's you, Aunt Li, who is curious. But you must be familiar with the matter of Pujiang TV Station, right?"

"It was a female comrade named Zhang Yingzhe from the Air Force Art Troupe,"

Jiangshan thought about it and thought it should be this name: "It sounds good, right? I heard the composer Liu Chi say,
He felt that this female comrade had the boldness of a gay man but also the delicacy of a lesbian when she sang.

"Did you hear that?"

Li Ruocheng, who was standing by the window, looked into the inner room and said, "Jiang Laosan has talked to the author of this song before, so I thought it would be right to ask him, right?"

"The third child,"

Jiang Ma continued to ask a question that everyone was interested in: "Is the girl singing this song pretty?"

"How should I know?"

Jiang Shan waved his hand: "Anyway, by the time New Year's Eve comes, you will understand everything when you watch TV."

After saying this, he closed the window with his backhand.

"Hey, this third brother is hiding it from his own people."

"It's just this little thing, and I'm reluctant to tell anyone..."

……

Jiangshan packed his luggage while listening to the noise outside the window.

It's different at each time.

In the 6s and 70s, "propaganda of personal gain" was not encouraged, so the people did not know the original singers of many songs.

In addition, information exchange is backward, so not only individuals but even some media outlets don’t know about it.

In the early 90s, the Yenching Daily even published an article titled "Where Are You? The Singers of the Heroic Hymn".

It’s a pity that Zhang Yingzhe still didn’t claim this honor at that time.

Jiangshan estimated that people might not have noticed this article at all at that time.

That is to say, Pujiang TV Station is going to hold a party with the theme of "Paying tribute to classic movies".

The behind-the-scenes story of "Heroes' Anthem" was brought to the screen all at once.

……

Just as I was thinking about it, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Jiangshan could guess by calculating the date that it must be someone from Tokyo who came to report the results of the competition.

"How about it,"

As soon as he heard the other side shout, Jiang Shan asked, "Did you win?"

"Jiangshan, do you know what it means to kill everyone?"

Jiang Shan could tell through the phone that Yu Sigui had been drinking a lot: "It's us. We are going to kill everyone."

"Does that mean you won?" Jiang Shan guessed, "It seems like you guys put in a lot of effort this time."

"I don't even have to go to the daily practice classes anymore." Yu Sigui felt quite accomplished.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Jiangshan lowered his head and counted a few pairs of boxer briefs and put them in his bag.

I haven't bought any underwear since I came to this store.

It completely relies on the leftover materials from Jiang Ba's workshop.

Although Jiang Ma may not be able to do other things, she can make a few pairs of underwear for her sons.

"What's so hard about this? It's quite interesting if you think about it carefully."

Yu Sigui's voice came out slowly: "Jiangshan, I feel that my life has been particularly interesting since I met you."

"I, too, had a very interesting time."

Jiang Shan said with a smile: "Look, we are going to the countryside again soon."

"What?" This sentence frightened Miss Yu on the other side: "Why... why?"

"Our editor-in-chief has assigned me an assignment to go out for an interview," Jiang Shan said truthfully, "I will leave tomorrow."

"So that's how it is,"

Yu Sigui breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately said, "Oh, you can't just leave like this. What will I do if you leave?"

Jiang Shan smiled: "What do you mean, what will you do if I leave?"

"What I mean is," Yu Sigui patted his face and sobered up, "who will do the BMW advertisement after you leave?"

"Hmm? Whose ad?"

"BMW."

"BMW?"

Yu Sigui: "Do you know what this is?"

"If I don't know, how can I help you make money?"

Yu Sigui smiled: "Then I feel relieved."

"But did they really come to you?"

"We just met today. She was a cheerleader for us on Super Transformation."

Yu Sigui laughed when he thought about it: "After watching our performance, they decided to let us try to design a BMW TV commercial."

"Did you mention any specific requirements?" Jiang Shan was already getting excited.

"Excellent performance," Yu Sigui reported one by one, "Smooth driving control... Do you remember everything?"

"Yes, I've made a note of it."

Jiang Shan made a few marks on the calendar with one hand: "I will leave tomorrow, take a few photos and come back. It will probably not take more than 10 days."

"So long? Where are you going this time?"

"Guangde County, Anhui Province."

……

Siting Village, Guangde County, Anhui Province.

There are five adjacent natural villages with a total of about 200 households.

The four seasons are distinct, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

The villagers' main source of livelihood is from growing tea and farming.

You can also go up the mountain to cut some bamboo and weave some bamboo vines and bamboo baskets, and then take them to the market to exchange for some money and food.

In theory, it should be a pastoral life with curling smoke and self-sufficiency.

But the actual situation is that they are extremely poor.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been the well-known incident in which 18 farmers in Xiaogang Village, Anhui Province, pressed their red fingerprints on the land contract responsibility letter in the form of entrusting their children to their parents.

Compared with Xiaogang Village, where people couldn't even get enough food, other areas in Anhui Province were not much better.

Take Shiting Village for example, there are only a few brick and tile houses.

Houses with rammed earth walls and thatched roofs can be seen everywhere.

Although the village has the only primary school among the surrounding villages.

But even a primary school like this needs to be repaired and improved every year.

Because the walls of those classrooms are also made of rammed earth.

Even though it has been repaired every year, it still looks pitiful.

It is cool in winter and warm in summer, and the school is surrounded by four walls.

Many children have to bring their own benches, tables and chairs from home.

There is no way, after all, the whole country is still below the poverty line.

The problems of primary and secondary education have just been brought to the surface.

……

It was the same day that Jiangshan and his party set off.

Township head Ma and Secretary Lu, together with Siting Village head Zhu Qianjin, gathered on the open space of Siting Primary School.

The school building consists of six and a half small bungalows, and there are almost no intact windows.

On the dirt block on the outer wall, a white slogan "Study hard and make progress every day" can be vaguely seen.

In the dim classroom, the desks and chairs are of different sizes and materials, and it is obvious that they are not something that can be saved up in a year or two.

After so many repairs, it is no longer recognizable from its original appearance.

But even though it was in tatters, the students still tried their best to put it in order.

With the blackboard on the wall that had long since turned blurry, it looked like a classroom.

At this moment, more than twenty children were crowded at the window reading books.

A male teacher in his forties was standing outside the window and reading with his students.

Mayor Ma looked at them from a distance and frowned: "Why is this teacher here on the playground to teach?"

Village chief Zhu Qianjin looked down at the dirt patch mentioned by Township Chief Ma:
"There are power outages every other day in the village. Whenever there is a power outage, the classroom is not as bright as outside. It is better to take the children to study outside.

The temperature has dropped in the past few days, and the children can no longer leave the classroom. So Teacher Li had to go out alone. "

"It's so cold, it's not a good idea to study outside."

Secretary Lu also frowned: "Old Zhu, can't you light a few lamps for them?"

"Is it a question of lighting a few oil lamps now?" Village Chief Zhu pointed at the group of children:
"Of the three classes of students, only Teacher Li is left. If the township doesn't send another teacher down, Teacher Li won't be able to hold on any longer."

"We are also worried about this matter."

Mayor Ma said frankly: "The application report was submitted several months ago, but there has been no response so far."

Secretary Lu came here specifically for this matter: "How about you ask around in the surrounding villages to see who can come over and take over for a while?"

"Most of the educated youth who could leave have left now,"

Village Chief Zhu's face looked increasingly haggard:

“Before, there was a female educated youth from our village who was in charge, but she ran back to Pujiang a few months ago and never came back.

Besides, our primary school often delays paying wages, so who would be willing to come here?"

The person that Village Chief Zhu was talking about is the elementary school student who wrote the letter to Oriental Metropolis Daily, Zhu Xiaoxiao’s mother.

Before deciding to leave Siting Village, the mother taught in the village primary school.

Although I haven't seen him for several months, the relationship is still there.

It is precisely because of this that the township’s application for another teacher for Siting Primary School has not been approved by the higher authorities.

Nowadays, the profession of teacher is not as popular as it used to be.

After all, the conditions for running schools are already bad enough, so how good can the welfare of the teaching staff be?
In 1980, the average monthly salary of a teacher was about 38 yuan, and in some remote places it was less than 30 yuan.

When townships and villages are facing financial difficulties, payments are often made only every few months.

In even more outrageous places, food is even used to replace wages.

The status of teachers is not even as good as that of ordinary workers and salespersons.

The saying "If you have two buckets of grain at home, you won't be the boss" means this.

"Now we are asked to pay more attention to this aspect,"

Like the newspaper, Township Chief Ma also received a notice from his superiors:

"Old Zhu, if there are any children in this village who haven't been sent to school, you still have to go to their homes and persuade them to go."

"That's no problem," the old village chief nodded.
"Isn't this how we've been over the past two years? But, village head, our children are suffering.

In such a cold weather, there is not even a decent classroom, so we cannot leave them without a teacher."

Looking at the ventilated mud house in front of him, Village Chief Ma sighed deeply.

Not far away, a few children who were absent from class were secretly looking over here from the dim classroom.

Each of the little faces that were red from the cold was embedded with a pair of clear and bright eyes.

……

New Year’s Day 1981 was a good day to work overtime.

Once this begins, it means that Jiangshan will be busy all year long.

On the way to Anhui Province, Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling, who were experiencing a self-driving tour for the first time, both looked very happy.

The van with three young people in it really gave off a Happy New Year aura.

"Xiao Ding," Jiang Shan said as he drove, "Have you brought everything I asked you to prepare?"

"Don't worry, Boss,"

Ding Lingling now took the most comfortable position: "It's just a pencil, a notebook and a small ball. I've prepared them long ago."

"Where's Zhuangzhuang?"

"I didn't miss any of the items on your list."

"Then we don't have to bother with this trip," Jiang Shan said with a slight smile:

“After arriving at the destination safely, taking a few photos of the elementary school, I can go home to celebrate the New Year.”

After all, BMW is waiting for him!

"What about Zhu Xiaoxiao's matter?" Ding Lingling reminded: "Should we just ignore it?"

"How do we manage this?"

Jiangshan always has a clear mind:

"Besides, didn't you make inquiries based on the information that child left? How was it? What did you find out?"

"Don't tell me, I actually found out what happened."

Ding Lingling is a journalist after all: "Besides, I also found the address of her mother's home."

"That's great, Xiao Ding," Jiang Shan praised, "So you met the child's mother."

Jiangshan understood and followed Ding Lingling's ideal plan.

It would be a perfect interview if we could bring Zhu Xiaoxiao's mother back with us.

"I haven't entered the door yet," Ding Lingling said dejectedly.

"I heard a quarrel in the house, and it sounded like the child's grandmother had forced her daughter to stay in Pujiang.

Well, although I only listened outside the door for a short while, but... but it seems that what they said is not wrong. "

No wonder Xiao Ding has lost his previous indignant temperament in the past two days.

It seems that he has heard the other party's argument.

"I've said it before, there are always reasons for choosing some things,"

Jiang Shan, holding the steering wheel, said slowly:

"Let me ask you, if you were asked to drink a kind of liquor that harms your body and health every day, would you drink it?"

"Do I even need to ask?" Jiang Zhuangzhuang: "I definitely don't drink."

Ding Lingling nodded: "I would rather die than drink."

"But what if every time you drink," Jiang Shan said, "you can find a solution to the country's problems?"

"..." Ding Lingling was stunned for a moment: "There is such wine?"

Jiang Zhuangzhuang was also curious and asked: "What kind of wine can solve national problems after drinking it?"

"Everyone knows Tsingtao Beer, but that's not what we're talking about,"

Jiangshan's eyes looked ahead quietly:

"In the early years, among the several shareholders of Tsingtao Beer, there was a shareholder named Li.

He has a son named Li Fuze.

After graduating from Fudan University, Li Fuze asked his father for money to study abroad.

But in fact, he used the money to form an anti-Japanese armed force.

In fact, Li Fuze's original idea was to form a navy.

It’s a pity that this wish is a bit difficult to fulfill…”

The van has now driven out of Pujiang City.

"After the Korean War, Comrade Li Fuze became General Li.

Just when he was working hard to join the Navy, he received an order to serve as deputy commander at a missile base.

In this way, Comrade Li Fuze not only failed to reach the sea, but also came to a desolate Gobi desert.

Do you know what this means?" Jiang Shan suddenly asked at this time.

Ding Lingling: "What does that mean?"

"This shows that although the commander graduated from Fudan University, he has no experience in missile manufacturing."

Jiang Shan continued, "Fortunately, the Soviet Union sent a lot of experts there.
So Li Fuze went with everyone to listen to the lectures given by Soviet experts.

But at that time, Soviet experts put forward a number of regulations.

One of the rules was that they ordered all students to hand in their notebooks after class.

And locked them all in a cabinet.

So at this stage, Li Fuze forced himself to develop the ability to memorize and remember everything he saw.

But even so, there are still many questions that our experts don't understand.

Li Fuze asked them to tell him all the problems.

Then he spent his own money to buy a lot of Moutai liquor and coaxed the Soviet experts to drink it together every day.

When the other person is drinking most happily, every question you ask will answer the question accurately.

Many topics touching on confidential information will also be quietly brought out here.

And so it goes, year after year.

If you can’t afford Moutai, drink Erguotou.

Since he couldn't afford Erguotou anymore, Li Fuze mixed it with some alcohol.

Even though people around him advised him not to drink like this anymore.

But Comrade Li Fuze said: As long as we can build missiles, let alone drink with the Soviets, even if it means taking his life, he will not hesitate..."

In this way, in order to overcome one difficulty after another, a general drank cup after cup of strong liquor, which caused cirrhosis of the liver.

"Life is a series of choices,"

Looking at the intersection ahead, Jiang Shan lightly eased off the accelerator:

"For example, right now, which way should we go?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was still immersed in the story, quickly picked up the map on his knees:
"Wait, let me take a look first..."

(End of this chapter)