"Comrades, today we are mainly going to arrange the flood prevention work for summer production. There is a lot of rain in the spring. According to the forecast of the Provincial Meteorological Bureau, this year is likely to be the year with the most rainfall in ten years, so the flood prevention work this summer can be said to be the top priority of our recent work..."

The first one was Mao Xuedong, director of the Revolutionary Committee. In more than an hour, the arrangements of each brigade were asked one by one.

Hantun is the farthest production brigade from Hongqi Town Commune, but it is also the most important brigade of this conference, because Hantun is close to Hongqing River Reservoir.

"Old Han, this rainy season, your brigade is the heaviest brigade in our commune. We must do a good job in flood prevention in the near future. I will go to your brigade in a few days."

"Do not worry, Director Mao, the reservoir has been next to our brigade for more than 20 years. How did you see our brigade falling into a chain?"

"Don't be careless. This flood season will happen once in ten years. No one can afford to have any problems. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, even if I don't sleep, I have to look at the reservoir."

"Okay, what you want is your attitude. However, anti-information is not the business of your brigade. It requires the efforts of our entire commune and even the county to do it well. In a few days, I will go to your brigade to make a start, and then arrange for members of the commune revolutionary committee and comrades from each brigade to ensure production safety during the flood season."

At half past ten, the flood prevention meeting ended.

The leaders of the Revolutionary Committee walked out, behind them were the captains of major production brigades.

The old captain quickly stepped forward, surpassing his former opponent, and treating him as nothing.

"Director Mao, I have something to report to you."

"Then go to my office and talk."

In the office.

Director Mao was slid around the edge of the enamel cup and drank tea.

"Old Han, what are you reporting on?"

"Isn't this? The young man from our brigade posted an article on People's Literature. I thought about it and asked if there is any reward for the commune?"

The old captain said in a low-key manner, without any arrogance in front of his old opponent just now.

"Hiss~" Director Mao didn't care about being scalded by hot water, "What did you say? People's Literature?"

"Well, what's called "Contemporary", it is said to be a magazine sponsored by People's Literature. It has written such a long-time novel, and the manuscript fee is more than 100 yuan. I have brought all the magazines, please take a look."

After saying that, he handed over the magazine. The old captain spoke completely differently to Director Mao, and he showed humility.

"Which one?" Director Mao took the magazine and read it.

"That's it, that Spirit and Flesh."

The old captain pointed to one of the articles and said.

"Oh, I've written a lot, it's 10,000 or 20,000 words?"

"It's more than 20,000 words, I checked them one by one last night."

Director Mao smiled more and more heavily. He turned to the last page and closed the magazine with a snap.

"Okay, Lao Han, your brigade has produced a great writer. This novel is very well written. Faced with the corruption of capitalism, the simple proletarian people firmly rejected this temptation, willing to stay in poverty, and contribute to the construction of the motherland. Good, it is very well written."

Director Mao's praise made the old captain feel a little surprised. Are we reading a book? Yesterday, he looked through for a long time, but he didn't see one, two or three, just checking the words.

"Yes, yes."

It doesn't matter if you can't understand it, it doesn't prevent the old captain from agreeing with Director Mao's point of view. It's really a hero who sees it the same.

Director Mao suddenly felt like he remembered something again.

"You guys are also educated youth, right?"

"Yes, right."

Director Mao slapped his thigh, "I'm afraid this is not a novel written based on his own experience, right?"

Thinking of this, Director Mao couldn't help but take a breath, "Hiss, he's such a noble patriot. It's not easy, it's rooted in the countryside, willing to be lonely and poor, and work hard to build the motherland."

There is a saying in later generations that everything is most afraid of being mentally repaired.

Especially the more educated people are, the more terrifying they are.

At this moment, in Director Mao’s mind, the image of an excellent and persevering patriotic intellectual was vividly revealed.

"It must be rewarded. This kind of young man not only needs to reward him, but we also make every effort to ensure his material life and creative conditions."

The old captain looked confused from the side. What did I say just now? Why did Director Mao so excited and excited?

It must be that He Ping's article was written so well that Director Mao was deeply moved after reading it. Seeing that he didn't have to fight for it, Director Mao told me about the reward, and the old captain was also very happy.

"That's great, thanks to Director Mao for that."

"Old Han, I want to thank you for cultivating such an excellent literary worker for our commune."

"It's all right, it's right." The old captain said modestly again, with the folds on his face getting deeper.

Director Mao thought for a while and said, "Old Han like this, I will first think about the reward. I will go to your brigade in a few days. Then I will go to comfort Comrade Xiao He and send the reward to him. By the way, I will ask you what are the inconveniences in life. The commune will definitely do its best to solve it for him."

"That's good. When I go back, I tell him that this kid is still very happy."

"And you guys. I know the rules of the team, but it is not easy for our commune to produce such a talent. Don't take up too much energy for Xiao He to achieve better results. If Xiao He's creation can be maintained, I will go to the county to ask him for a big gift package."

Director Mao’s words made the old captain unable to speak, and kept saying thank you Director Mao, thank you Director Mao.

He happily bid farewell to Director Mao, and the old captain drove the donkey cart back to Hantun and told He Ping the good news.

He Ping was also very happy. He originally thought that the old captain could order industrial tickets and other rewards from the commune, but he didn't expect to alarm the director of the Revolutionary Committee.

This is better. There are certain uncontrollable factors in the matter of raising chickens. If you can talk to the director of the Revolutionary Committee, even if something happens, there will be a way to solve it.

As for what the old captain said to him to continue to create, Director Mao would win him a gift package from the county, He Ping did not take it seriously. Now that raising chickens and royalties solved the money problem, the commune rewards solved the problem of tickets. With the line of Director Mao, the hidden dangers of raising chickens were also supported. Life was full of excitement, so what else could the county give?

Xiao Zhuer and Han Zhaoshe looked at He Ping with admiration.

The old captain heard what he said. The commune wanted to give rewards and the director also came to express his condolences. Director, what a great official!

"Go and ask your second brother to come back. Let's add food at noon today."

After seeing off the old captain, He Ping in a good mood patted Han Zhaoshe's head and said.
Chapter completed!