Chapter 453 The secrets of the Soviet Union in exchange for Maotai liquor
"What's wrong, Uncle Li?"
Jiang Shan lay at the window and smiled: "Very curious, aren't you?"
Li Ruocheng, who was also lying in front of the window, said across the small courtyard:
"It's your Aunt Li who is curious, but you must know about the Pujiang TV station, right?"
"It's a lesbian named Zhang Yingzhe from the Air Force Art Troupe,"
Think about it, Jiangshan should be called this: "Singing well, I heard composer Liu Chi say,
At that time, he felt that when this lesbian sang, she had the boldness of a gay man without losing the delicacy of a lesbian."
"Did you hear that?"
Li Ruocheng, who was by the window, looked at the inner room and said, "Jiang Laosan has also talked with the author of this song. Is it right to ask him?"
"The third child,"
Jiang’s mother continued to ask something that interested everyone: “Is the girl who sings this song beautiful?”
"How could I know this?"
Jiang Shan waved his hand: "Anyway, by the New Year's Eve, you will all understand it by watching TV."
After saying one sentence, he closed the window with his backhand.
"Hey, this third child is still hiding it from me."
"I'm reluctant to talk about this matter..."
…
Jiang Shan packed his luggage while listening to what was said outside the window.
One thing at a time.
In the 1960s and 1970s, "propaganda of personal utility" was not advocated, so the original singers of many songs were unknown to the people.
In addition, information exchange is lagging behind, not to mention individuals, even some media do not know about it.
In the early 1990s, "Yanjing Daily" published an article specifically for this purpose, "Where Are You? The Singer of the Heroic Hymn."
It's a pity that Zhang Yingzhe still didn't claim this honor at that time.
Jiang Shan estimates that people may not have noticed this article at all at the time.
That is to say, Pujiang TV Station is now organizing a party with the theme of "Salute to Classic Movies".
Only then did all the behind-the-scenes scenes of "Hymn to Heroes" appear on the screen.
…
Just as I was thinking about it, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Counting the days, Jiangshan could guess that it must be Tokyo who came to report the results of the competition.
"How about it,"
As soon as he heard a shout from the other side, Jiang Shan asked: "Did you win?"
"Jiang Shan, do you know what it means to kill everyone?"
People could hear it across the phone, and Yu Sigui was drinking a lot: "It's us, we're killing everyone."
"You mean you won?" Jiang Shan estimated: "It seems that you have worked hard this time."
"I don't even make it to the classes I practice every day." Yu Sigui felt quite accomplished.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Jiang Shan lowered his head and counted a few pairs of boxer briefs and put them into his bag.
I have never bought any underwear since I came to this store.
Completely relying on scraps from Jiangba’s workshop.
Mother Jiang can't do anything else, so it's not a big deal to make a few pairs of underwear for her sons.
"What's so hard about this? It's quite interesting if you think about it carefully,"
Yu Sigui's voice slowly came out: "Jiang Shan, I feel like my life has been particularly interesting since I met you."
"Me too, I have a very interesting life,"
Jiang Shan smiled and said, "No, I'm going to the countryside again soon."
"What?" This sentence frightened the girl Yu opposite: "Why...why?"
"Our editor-in-chief has assigned me an interview assignment," Jiang Shan said matter-of-factly, "I will leave tomorrow."
"So that's what it is,"
Yu Sigui breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately said, "Oh, you can't just leave like this. What will I do if you leave?"
Jiang Shan smiled: "What do you mean, what will you do if I leave?"
"What I mean is," Yu Sigui patted his face and said soberly: "After you leave, who will do BMW advertising?"
"Huh? Whose advertisement?"
"BMW."
"BMW?"
Yu Sigui: "You know what this is, right?"
"If you don't know, how can I help you make money?"
Yu Sigui smiled: "Then I'll be relieved."
"But, are they really coming to find you?"
"We just met today. Previously, she accompanied us on "Super Transformation" as a cheerleading team,"
Yu Sigui was amused when she thought about it: "After watching our performance, they decided to let us try to design a BMW TV commercial."
"Did you say any specific requirements?" Jiang Shan was already getting excited.
"The performance is excellent," Yu Sigui reported one by one: "The driving control is smart...do you remember it all?"
"Yes, I remembered it,"
Jiang Shan made a few strokes on the wall calendar with one hand: "I'll leave tomorrow. I'll take a few photos and come back. It won't take more than 10 days."
"So long? Where are you going this time?"
"Guangde County, Hui Province."
…
Siting Village, Guangde County, Anhui Province.
There are five adjacent natural villages with a total of about 200 households.
The four seasons are distinct and the mountains and waters are beautiful.
The main source of livelihood for villagers in daily life is tea farming.
You can also go up the mountain to cut some moso bamboo, make some bamboo radish and bamboo baskets, and take them to the market to exchange for some money and food.
Ordinarily, it should be a pastoral life filled with smoke and self-sufficiency.
But the actual situation is very poor.
Otherwise, there would not have been the famous incident of 18 farmers in Xiaogang Village, Hui Province, pressing their red fingerprints on the land contract responsibility contract in the form of entrustment.
Compared with Xiaogang Village, which cannot even get enough to eat, other areas in Hui Province are not much better off.
Take Siting Village as an example, there are not many brick and tile houses.
Houses with rammed earth walls and thatched roofs can be seen everywhere.
Although there is a primary school in the village that is the only one in several surrounding villages.
But just such a primary school needs to be repaired and repaired every year.
Because the walls of those classrooms are also made of rammed earth.
Even if it is repaired every year, it still looks pitiful.
Cool in winter and warm in summer, the campus is surrounded by walls.
Many children have to bring their own benches, tables and chairs from home.
There is no way, after all, the whole country is still below the food and clothing line.
The issue of primary and secondary education has only just been put on the table.
…
It was the same day that Jiang Shan and his party set out.
Mayor Ma and Secretary Lu, together with Zhu Qianjin, the mayor of Siting Village, gathered in the open space of Siting Primary School.
The school building consists of six and a half small bungalows, with few intact windows visible.
The white slogans "Study hard and make progress every day" are faintly visible on the dirt clods on the outer wall.
In the dim classroom, desks and chairs of different sizes and materials look like they are not something that can be saved in a year or two.
It has been repaired and repaired until now, and its original appearance is no longer visible.
But even though it was in disrepair, the students still tried their best to arrange it neatly.
Coupled with the whitened blackboard on the wall, it looks a bit like a classroom.
At this moment, more than twenty children were crowded in the window reading.
A male teacher in his forties was standing outside the window and reading with his students.
Mayor Ma looked at him from a distance and frowned: "Why does this teacher come to the playground to teach?"
Village chief Zhu Qianjin lowered his head and glanced at the dirt in Chief Ma's mouth:
“There are power outages in the village every three days. As long as there is no light outside in the classroom during the power outage, we might as well take the children to school outside.
The temperature has dropped in the past few days, and the children can no longer be allowed out of the classroom. No, Teacher Li will have to come out alone."
"In this cold weather, it's not a problem to study outside."
Secretary Lu also frowned: "Lao Zhu, can't you light a few lamps for them?"
"Is it now a question of how many oil lamps to light?"
Village Chief Zhu pointed to the pile of children:
"Of the students in the three classes, Teacher Li is the only one left now. If the township doesn't send a teacher down, Teacher Li will not be able to hold on anymore."
"We are also worried about this matter,"
Chief Ma Xiang told the truth: "The application report has been submitted for several months, but there has been no movement yet."
Secretary Lu came here specifically for this matter: "How about you ask around in the surrounding villages to see who can come and stand up for a while?"
"Those educated youth who were able to leave are now almost done so,"
Village Chief Zhu’s old face looked more and more vicissitudes of life:
"Before, a female educated youth from our village was responsible, but a few months ago she ran back to Pujiang and never came back.
Besides, our elementary school has not paid back wages every three days, so who would want to come here?"
The person Village Chief Zhu was talking about was the primary school student who wrote the letter to "Oriental Metropolis Daily", Zhu Xiaoxiao's mother.
Before deciding to leave Siting Village, this mother taught in the village primary school.
Although we haven't seen each other for several months, our relationship is still there.
It is precisely because of this that the township's application for another teacher for Siting Primary School has not been approved by superiors.
In this day and age, the profession of teacher is not as popular as it used to be.
After all, the conditions for running a school are terrible enough, so how much better can the welfare of the teaching staff be?
In 1980, the monthly salary of an ordinary teacher was about 38 yuan, and in some remote places, it was not even 30 yuan.
When towns and villages are in financial difficulty, they often occur every few months.
In even more outrageous places, food is even used as compensation for wages.
The status of teachers is lower than that of ordinary workers and salespersons.
This is what the saying goes, if you have only two buckets of food in your family, you should not be the king of your children.
"Now the higher authorities require us to pay attention to this area,"
Like the newspaper office, Mayor Ma also received a notice from his superiors:
"Lao Zhu, as long as there are children in this village who have not been sent to school, you still have to go to the door to persuade them."
"That's no problem," the old village chief nodded:
"Isn't this how we have been here for the past two years, but the township chief, our children are suffering.
It’s so cold that there isn’t even a decent classroom, so we can’t let them have no one to teach them.”
Looking at the airy earth houses in front of him, Mayor Ma sighed deeply.
Not far away, a few deserted children secretly looked over from the dark classroom.
Each of the little faces that were red with cold was embedded with a pair of clear and bright eyes.
…
New Year's Day, 1981, was a good day to work overtime.
Once this starts, it indicates that Jiangshan will definitely have a busy year.
On the way to Hui Province, Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling, who were experiencing self-driving travel for the first time, both looked beaming.
The van with three young people inside really had a happy New Year aura.
"Xiao Ding," Jiang Shan said while driving, "have you brought all the things I asked you to prepare?"
"Don't worry, boss,"
Ding Lingling assumed the most comfortable posture at this moment: "It's just a pencil book and a small rubber ball. I've already prepared them."
"Where's Zhuangzhuang?"
"As long as it's on your list, I won't miss any of it."
"Then we don't have to worry about this trip," Jiang Shan said with a slight smile:
"After arriving at the destination safely, take a few photos of elementary school, and then go home to celebrate the New Year."
After all, BMW is still waiting for him!
"What about Zhu Xiaoxiao?" Ding Lingling reminded: "Should we just ignore it?"
"How do we manage this?"
Jiang Shan has always had a clear head:
"Besides, didn't you inquire based on the information the child left? How about it? What did you find out?"
"Don't tell me, I actually found out about the situation,"
After all, Ren Ding Ling Ling is also a journalist: "Moreover, I also found the address of her mother's home."
"Okay, Xiao Ding," Jiang Shan praised, "So you have met the child's mother."
Jiangshan understood and followed Ding Lingling's ideal plan.
It would be the most perfect interview if we could bring Zhu Xiaoxiao’s mother back with us on this trip.
"I haven't entered the door yet," Ding Lingling said dejectedly:
"I heard a quarrel in the house. It sounded like the child's grandmother had forced her daughter to stay in Pujiang.
Alas, although I only listened outside the door for a short while, but...it feels like what they said is right."
No wonder Xiao Ding has lost the indignant temperament he had in the past two days.
I have heard the other side's argument.
"I have long said that there are reasons for choosing certain things,"
Jiang Shan, who was holding the steering wheel, said slowly:
"I ask you, if you were asked to drink a kind of liquor every day that is harmful to your body and harmful to your health, would you drink it?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Jiang Zhuangzhuang said, "I definitely won't drink it."
Ding Lingling nodded: "I won't drink even if you kill me."
"But what if every time you drink wine," Jiang Shan said, "you can know a solution to the country's problems?"
"..." Ding Lingling was stunned for a moment: "And there is this kind of wine?"
Jiang Zhuangzhuang was also curious: "What kind of wine can solve the country's problems after drinking it?"
"Everyone knows Tsingtao Beer Bar, but that's not what we're talking about,"
Jiang Shan's eyes looked forward quietly:
“In the early years, among several shareholders of Tsingtao Beer, there was a shareholder named Li.
He has a son named Li Fuze.
After graduating from Fudan University, Li Fuze asked his father for funds to study abroad.
But in fact, this money was used by him to form an anti-Japanese armed team.
In fact, Li Fuze's original idea was to form a navy.
It's a pity that the difficulty level of this wish is a bit high..."
The van has already left Pujiang City.
"After resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, Comrade Li Fuze became General Li.
Just when he was trying to join the Navy, he received an order to serve as deputy commander of the missile base.
In this way, Comrade Li Fuze not only did not go to the sea, but also came to a desolate Gobi Desert.
Do you know what this means?" Jiang Shan suddenly asked at this moment.
Ding Lingling: "What does it mean?"
"It shows that although the commander graduated from Fudan University, he has no experience in building missiles,"
Jiang Shan continued: "Fortunately, the Soviet Union sent many experts there at that time.
So Li Fuze and everyone went to listen to lessons from Soviet experts.
But at that time, Soviet experts proposed a number of regulations.
One of them was that they ordered all students to hand in their notebooks after class.
And locked them all in a cabinet.
So at this stage, Li Fuze forced himself to develop a skill of forced memory and photographic memory.
But even so, our experts still have many questions they don't understand.
Li Fuze asked them to tell him all the problems.
Then he spent his own money to buy a lot of Moutai and coaxed the Soviet experts to drink it together every day.
When the other person is drinking the most happily, ask the right question.
Many confidential topics were also quietly brought out at this meeting.
Just like that, year after year.
If I can’t afford Maotai, I drink Erguotou.
Erguotou couldn't afford to drink anymore, so Li Fuze made a batch of alcohol and mixed it with alcohol.
Even though everyone around him advised him not to drink like this anymore.
But Comrade Li Fuze said: As long as we can build missiles, let alone drinking with the Soviets, there is no problem even if we take his life..."
In this way, in order to overcome one difficulty after another, a general drank glasses of strong alcohol that caused cirrhosis of his liver.
"Speaking of it, life is one choice after another,"
Looking at the intersection ahead, Jiang Shan lightly eased the accelerator:
"For example, now, which way should we go?"
"Um?"
Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was still immersed in the story and sighed, quickly picked up the map on his knees:
