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Chapter 107 Little Announcer(2/2)

It can't be too early, because it will appear that the reception from your parents' family is not attentive; it can't be too late, usually before the sun goes down, which means that you can go home with the sun on your head, and you will definitely have a good life.

Various folk customs reflect the yearning and expectation for a better life in 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 felt that it didn't matter how you wrote it, it was determined by the level of the villagers. If you wrote it too well, people might not understand it.

But there are some things you shouldn't say nonsense.

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 in the afternoon, most of the people visiting relatives have returned home, and every household in Shanqian Village is preparing dinner.

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

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

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

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

The whole village fell silent for a while.

The ever-present sound of firecrackers also stopped.

It's like a huge living creature, focusing on something with breathless concentration.

"Hello, fellow members!"

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

Naturally, what everyone pays most attention to is the first-person perspective of Tiananmen Square, Badaling Great Wall, Zhongnanhai...

It is indeed good that Zhao Wenqiu chose this as the entry point.

As soon as he started talking about nonsense, the villagers were no longer interested in listening.

In the Zhao family's old house.

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

Everyone showed expressions of relief and pride.

"My parents are straighter when they walk outside."

Zhao Wenmu thought quietly in his heart.

Sure enough, early the next morning, Zhao Xuehai picked up his pipe and pot and went out with his hands behind his back.

Just enjoy the feeling of being looked at with reverence and envy by everyone.

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

A few old ladies like to chat here.

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

Who doesn’t like this sense of vanity?

Especially the old lady from the countryside!
Chapter completed!
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