Chapter 107 Little Broadcaster

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 107 Little Broadcaster

Shanqian Village, the old residence of the Zhao family.

"Xiaoqiu, please tell the folks about some things in the capital and major national affairs! 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 confused."

This is true. Zhao Xuelei often goes to Zhao Wenmu to talk for a while now.

There were many things he didn't understand, but Zhao Wenmu often understood them at a glance.

Since the building materials factory was built in the village, he felt that his brain was becoming less and less used.

The accountants in the village didn't even know how to keep accounts of debits and credits, but Zhao Jing taught them for several days and helped them set up account books step by step, and finally they were able to use it.

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

But it is not enough for him to realize it himself!

The villagers of this era are not thirsty for knowledge and do not pay attention to education. They do not lack respect for intellectuals.

He must make everyone realize the importance of knowledge.

Zhao Wenqiu is a role model!

Only with knowledge can you go to the capital!

Only with knowledge can we understand the national plan!

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!

People without knowledge are so short-sighted.

"Second uncle, can I really do it?"

Zhao Wenqiu stopped, this proposal made her very excited.

In school, she envied her senior sister who was a broadcaster.

There is a radio station inside 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 results.

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

Although everyone doesn’t know what the flavor of Beijing is.

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

The loudspeakers in the village were installed in the winter months.

Two large speakers and a set of amplification equipment cost a lot of money!

"Every evening, right at dinner time, I lecture to everyone for half an hour."

“Let’s talk about what we have learned in the capital and the central government’s major policies. The best ones are related to our farmers!”

"Let's do this. We'll talk about it until the 16th day of the first lunar month, and the daily salary will be 1 yuan!"

Zhao Xuelei was really wealthy and even offered him a salary of 1 yuan a day.

Zhao Wenmu originally thought that it would be enough to give a free lecture.

Zhao Wenqiu looked at him.

Zhao Wenmu nodded.

"good!"

She jumped up with joy and was about to go into the room to write a manuscript.

Liu Sufang stopped her.

"Xue Lei, just let this girl talk to everyone, and there will be no need for salary!"

One yuan a day's salary is not low, and it's only half an hour of broadcasting. Liu Sufang doesn't want to take advantage of this.

Zhao Xuehai also nodded.

Zhao Wenqiu was not happy anymore.

She was willing to broadcast even if she didn't ask for money.

But now that she had agreed to have a salary, and suddenly it was gone, this girl felt unbalanced.

And she still had to write a manuscript. If the broadcast lasted for half an hour, it would take two or three hours to write the manuscript.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Sister-in-law, writing for broadcasting requires brains and time. You must be paid! In the future, the village will have to find a formal broadcaster. Is it possible that we won't be paid either?"

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!"

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 really an uncle.

Zhang Zhenshan sat at the top, looking very reserved. After all, the people of Qilu are very particular about seating arrangements.

Although this was not his first experience, sitting at the top still made him feel helpless.

Zhao Xuehai was sitting next to him.

Zhao Wenmu sat opposite him. In theory, this position was responsible for serving the entire audience.

Several women also sat down next to each other.

Because none of the three gentlemen present were heavy smokers and drank in a more polite manner, the men and women sat together.

If they like to smoke while eating and drinking, and make noises like fighting when toasting, women will usually not sit at the same table with them.

This is the most fundamental reason why women in Qilu area do not go to the table.

As for the so-called preference for boys over girls, there may be some, but the author has not experienced it.

They are all the closest people, and there are not many polite words.

However, there will still be no shortage of toasts and speeches.

The two bottles of Maotai that Zhao Wenmu brought were all consumed in the end.

Zhao Xuehai alone made a bottle himself. With the old man's drinking capacity, a bottle of white wine would not make any sense at all.

Zhang Zhenshan and Zhao Wenmu both started to feel dizzy after just three ounces of white wine.

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

Both sisters drink well.

Especially for Zhao Jing, if you drink this bottle of Maotai in a leisurely manner, it won't be a big problem.

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

There is a little interlude before the meal.

Zhang Yuanming actually ran out to play and didn't come back until the morning.

When he came back, the adults had already laid out the food and wine, and were waiting for Zhang Zhenshan to use his chopsticks.

This little guy rushed over and shouted that he was thirsty.

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

Regardless of men, women, old or young, everyone used one or two small wine glasses like this. Zhao Wenyan thought this glass contained boiled water.

Zhang Yuanming had no doubt that he was there, so he picked it up and took a sip.

"Ah! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

The little guy coughed loudly.

Then he kept stroking his chest with his hands.

"So hot! So hot!"

"This is white wine!"

He stuck out his tongue and said, his fair face turning red in an instant.

Zhao Wenyan quickly poured him a large glass of water and drank it for a few times. The little guy finally felt less uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the small wine cup was very small. Zhang Yuanming was so dizzy after 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.
To be continued...