No one doesn’t like money, and Jiang Xiaobai’s request is another simple request that cannot be simpler.

Soon, the two nurses helped Jiang Xiaobai and transferred Wang Xiaojun to the cadre ward.

The ward is a double room, and on another bed is a man in his 30s, wearing glasses, and is reading a newspaper.

When he saw Jiang Xiaobai and the others coming in, he smiled and said hello to introduce himself to Zheng Qingyun.

"When I was a child, my parents hoped that I would be able to rise to the top in the future, so they named me Zheng Qingyun."

After Jiang Xiaobai held Wang Xiaojun and lay down on the bed, he smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Jiang Xiaobai, small in size, black and white in white. My name may be white when I was just born."

The nurse beside him laughed out loud as Jiang Xiaobai said.

"This is my childhood friend, Wang Xiaojun. We are educated youths from the Jianhua Brigade of Shangma Commune. Xiaojun fell down while picking peaches on the tree yesterday."

After a few words, the two became familiar with each other. Zheng Qingyun spoke very well and looked like he was working in a government department.

Moreover, he lives in a cadre ward, but he doesn't know what department he is in the county. Zheng Qingyun didn't say it, and Jiang Xiaobai didn't ask.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the stack of newspapers placed on the head of Zheng Qingyun's bed and borrowed them to see if there was any news.

Although there are newspapers in Jianhua Village, they are all old newspapers from the beginning of the year, and many newspapers are not delivered to the village at all.

I don’t like it at all if I want to read it. In this era, newspapers are the only way for people to understand current affairs and politics.

Through the articles in the newspaper, you can understand the current trend of the country. As for the news broadcast, I’m sorry, there is no TV.

Zheng Qingyun was also generous and lent all the newspapers to Jiang Xiaobai, but he was still muttering the words "Jianhua Brigade".

Why do you feel so familiar? The educated youth, Jianhua Brigade, Jiang Xiaobai.

As he muttered, Zheng Qingyun's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew where he had heard of it. It turned out to be him, such a young man.

Jiang Xiaobai did not pay attention to Zheng Qingyun's expression, and carefully searched for the information in the newspaper, confirming it with the information in his memory.

A news published in the People's Daily on July 3 attracted Jiang Xiaobai's attention, "The government announced that it would stop aid for the contract." Then, the People's Daily on July 13 announced that it would stop all technical and economic assistance to Alya.

Looking at these two messages, it seems irrelevant, but it is not difficult to see some internal choice.

"If we develop according to the historical trajectory, we should establish diplomatic relations with the United States by the end of the year." Jiang Xiaobai whispered in a low voice, but he did not expect that Zheng Qingyun, who had been paying attention to Jiang Xiaobai, asked.

"What do you mean when you say you have established diplomatic relations with the United States? How is this possible?"

At this time, people like to talk about current affairs and politics the most. Everyone is particularly concerned about the development of the country and their freedom of speech is also particularly open.

Anyway, Jiang Xiaobai put down the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile: "It is very possible to establish diplomatic relations with the United States, or even restore relations with the island's own country."

"How is this possible?" Zheng Qingyun looked at Jiang Xiaobai with shock. Jiang Xiaobai was really a little exaggerated.

How many years have passed since the war, how could it be possible to restore relations or even establish diplomatic relations?

"Didn't you notice that the country's wind direction has changed since this year? Several leaders' channels visited abroad. And there are more than one leader to the island country. After World War II, the economy has developed rapidly. Not only are we studying, but also European and American countries are learning..."

Jiang Xiaobai's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in Zheng Qingyun's ears. Yes, he also understood the leaders' movements from the newspapers, but he had not thought about the political significance of this.

"The easing of relations is certain. Since the beginning of the year, the country has been free from ideological entanglement. With economic development as the main axis, the development-led strategy has quietly moved closer to developed countries has begun to ferment..."

Jiang Xiaobai became more and more excited as he spoke. He knew that he would be reborn in this era and look at the changes in this era.

He can see the causes and even the results of this change from one thing to another.

Others don’t know the result and guess the result through the changes in things, while Jiang Xiaobai knows the result, and then thinks about the reasons for the change from the changes.

This feeling of clearing the fog of history and seeing the truth of history is a pleasant touch.

Jiang Xiaobai was excited about his words, but Zheng Qingyun became more and more surprised as he heard them. He originally thought that the canned food of educated youth was caused by accident by a group of educated youth.

But I didn't expect that this was not just a coincidence, but this young man was not simple.

"Follow economic development as the main axis?" Zheng Qingyun asked out loud.

"Yes, focusing on economic development is an inevitable trend in my country's development." Jiang Xiaobai said affirmatively.

"How do you discover the economy?" Zheng Qingyun asked again.

"Of course it is reform, institutional reform, which allows the economy to return from the market economy to the market economy, the reform of economic entities, from the current public ownership economy, to the common development of multiple ownership economies, and the private economy..."

One of them spoke intently, and the other listened seriously, and before they knew it, the sky outside became dark.

It was not until Wang Chao walked into the ward with supper that Jiang Xiaobai realized that it was already dark.

"Brother Zheng, come here, come and have a bite together." Opening the lunch box, Jiang Xiaobai greeted Zheng Qingyun.

"Okay, I'm not polite to you, but to be honest, I really listen to you this afternoon, which is better than reading for ten years."

Zheng Qingyun sighed.

"Talking about war on paper is not worth mentioning." Jiang Xiaobai said modestly.

If you praise each other, the scene will naturally be harmonious.

In the evening, Jiang Xiaobai stayed to accompany him to bed and went to Wang Chao's house to rest early the next morning.

Old Man Wang is naturally very enthusiastic. Now his son follows Jiang Xiaobai, and Jiang Xiaobai is his son's leader.

What's more, he also heard from his son about this incident, which is affection and righteousness. This is Old Man Wang's evaluation of Jiang Xiaobai.

In the following days, Jiang Xiaobai and Wang Chao took turns to take care of Wang Xiaojun, one by one.

The days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye it was early August. Zheng Qingyun's illness was cured, but he didn't say anything and was discharged from the hospital. As soon as Jiang Xiaobai came, he pulled Jiang Xiaobai to chat.

On August 3, Jiang Xiaobai walked into the ward in the morning and was about to complete the discharge procedures for Wang Xiaojun, and found that Zhang Yanmei and other educated youth were coming.

"What's the situation? Canned food is no longer produced, why are you discharged from the hospital?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked out loud.
Chapter completed!