Reborn in 1977

Soon, Zhang Wenliang came over with a large bowl, filled to the brim with rice, topped with a dozen slices of cured meat and a piece of cured fish, along with a few pieces of cabbage, looking very tempting.

Chen Fan didn't stand on ceremony, took the bowl and started eating.

Only then did Zhang Wenliang have time to ask the two deputy captains what had happened.

After all, working at the brigade headquarters didn't include meals, let alone meat and fish. In all his years at the brigade headquarters, he had never received such treatment.

After listening to Ye Shubao and Xiao Liewen's explanation, he immediately felt that he had given Chen Fan too little meat.

If it was really as they said, that the news article would say the militia company was patrolling the river embankment day and night to protect it, and then this article could be broadcast on the county radio station, then adding half a catty of meat wouldn't be an exaggeration!

Zhang Wenliang looked at Chen Fan, who was wolfing down his food, and wondered if he should provide him with meals tomorrow as well?

Chen Fan was indeed hungry, and he finished eating in a few mouthfuls, letting out a satisfied burp, feeling comfortable.

Zhang Wenliang immediately asked, "Shall I get you another bowl?"

Chen Fan waved his hand repeatedly, "No need, no need, I'm full."

Then he pointed to the backyard, "I still have something to do, I need to hurry up and get it done."

As soon as Xiao Liewen heard this, he immediately turned to look at him, "The news article is already written, what else could there be to do?"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Didn't you just say that war correspondents on the battlefield draw sketches when they don't have cameras? I was thinking of learning sketching. Even if I don't use it this time, I might be able to use it sometime after I learn it."

When Xiao Liewen heard this, he nodded in agreement, and then said to Ye Shubao, "Regardless of whether it will work or not, Xiao Chen's attitude is very good."

Ye Shubao also offered a verbal praise, "Good, young people should have this kind of learning spirit and strive to be a role model."

Zhang Wenliang glanced at the two of them, strongly suspecting that they were criticizing him indirectly, but he had no evidence.

Just as Chen Fan was holding the book "General Knowledge of Fine Arts", learning while drawing lines on old newspapers, accumulating experience points bit by bit, Secretary Yang and Captain Zhang also arrived at the commune government compound.

It was an ordinary courtyard with two open iron gates. Anyone could enter as long as they registered with the guard at the gate.

The courtyard had a square of more than two hundred square meters. The reason it was arranged so large was because sometimes people from the production team would come to meetings, driving mule carts, and a smaller area wouldn't be able to accommodate them.

Inside the square was a red brick and tile building. The section of the side wall between the outer wall and the small building was the location of the bicycle shed.

In addition, on the other side of the small building, there were also two jeeps parked, which were the commune's official cars, one for the secretary and director to use, and the other shared by other departments.

Needless to say, the model was naturally the BJ212, which had been selling well for more than ten years. Since its birth in the Beijing Automobile Factory in 1965, this car had been enduring. From the initial small-scale production, only supplying important units, to several expansions of production capacity later, it sold well throughout the country, and has now become a national car. Unless you can't afford it or don't need it, almost all grassroots units are using this car.

After parking their bicycles, the two went straight to Secretary Qian's office.

The leading cadres of this era were still quite proper, unlike later, when even street directors couldn't wait to have two secretaries.

Secretary Qian's office was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. There was no desk at the door, and no one was blocking the way. After knocking on the door, a voice inside said "Come in," and Secretary Yang pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing that it was the two of them, Secretary Qian immediately stood up and smiled, "Why are you two here together? There shouldn't be any major events these days, right? Is it related to the dike reinforcement?"

As he spoke, he picked up the kettle, poured two glasses of water for them, and invited them to sit down on the sofa next to him.

Secretary Yang and Captain Zhang took their seats respectively.

In front of the leader, Captain Zhang still put Secretary Yang first, so Secretary Yang spoke first at this time.

He first said politely, "Secretary Qian is indeed able to predict things like a god. We really came for the dike reinforcement."

Secretary Qian's face changed slightly. Just as he was about to ask if something had happened, he saw Secretary Yang take out a stack of paper from his pocket, unfold it, and place it in front of him, "This is a news article written by the correspondent in our team. Please take a look and see if it can be used."

"News article?"

Secretary Qian was stunned again. While picking up the manuscript, he said, "When did your team have a correspondent?"

After a pause, his heart moved, and he looked at Secretary Yang and the two and asked, "It wouldn't be that Chen Fan, would it?"

Secretary Yang grinned and chuckled, "Who else could it be besides him."

Captain Zhang also smiled and said, "The few of us are only at the level of being able to read and write. The highest degree in the entire brigade is only a junior high school dropout. It's okay to read newspapers and documents, but when it comes to writing, we really don't have the ability."

After listening to his words, Secretary Qian sighed softly, "Speaking of this education, it is one of the most troublesome things for me. You say that we invest so much money in schools every year, but the families of the masses just don't like to let their children study. The vast majority only let them study for elementary school and then stop, and there are even those who only study for one or two grades, or even don't study at all, let alone junior high school and high school.

As a result, your five brigades can't even find a proper broadcaster who understands Mandarin. In the end, you still have to rely on an outsider to fill the position."

Secretary Yang and Captain Zhang looked at each other and pursed their lips without saying a word.

Study?

What's the use of studying?

Graduating from junior high school won't make you a cadre. If it were in the earlier years, in the 50s and 60s, you could still find a decent job in the town, and even factories would give priority to recruiting middle school students.

But now, those who need to be recruited have already been recruited. If you want to recruit workers again, they are either children of workers or graduates of technical secondary schools who have been assigned. Where else is there an opportunity for ordinary junior high school students?

As for high school students, they are not cadres like technical secondary school students after graduation, and they can't go to university without a recommendation. Studying also requires the family to provide tuition and living expenses. How many families are willing to support an adult laborer to do this useless work?

And going to technical secondary school and university all require recommendations. Who will recommend children from ordinary families?

So, in the end, out of a hundred families, ninety-nine are unwilling to send their children to school.

At most, they will study for elementary school, just enough to not be illiterate.

Only those families whose children strongly demand to study, have good grades, and have some family wealth will take the risk to try.

The future is there, but after all, very few are willing to pay such a high price to take the risk.

Secretary Qian was just saying a complaint, and he never thought that they would answer his question. Naturally, he picked up the manuscript and looked at it.

At first, he was a little absent-minded, but after only reading a small paragraph, his expression became serious. After a while, he simply got up and walked behind his desk, picked up a pen and made notes.

He spent much more time reading this news article than Secretary Yang and the others. He read it for more than twenty minutes. After reading it, he finally raised his head and let out a long breath.

Secretary Yang and Captain Zhang stood up nervously and walked up to him.

Secretary Qian raised his head and smiled, "Eloquent!"

Secretary Yang and Captain Zhang looked at each other and then looked at him together.

What does that mean?

Secretary Qian smiled and shook his head, "I mean this article is well written. I can't find any faults."

Hearing this, the two smiled at each other again. Even Secretary Qian said so, then the commune radio station will definitely adopt it!

Secretary Qian looked at the manuscript in his hand, pondered for two seconds, and then said, "It's a pity to leave this manuscript in the commune. How about this,"

As he spoke, he got up and stood up, "It's not even 4 o'clock yet. I'll send it to the county town now. It can be on the county news tomorrow morning, and then we'll see if it can be pushed to the prefectural committee daily."

After saying that, he waved the manuscript in his hand and smiled, "If it can be favored by the prefectural committee daily, your Lujiawan will become famous."