After hanging up the call from Yanjing, Jiang Shan's sleepiness disappeared.
When I grabbed my clothes and put them on, I noticed the mail bag on the table.
Ordinarily, the parcel received on New Year's Eve should not have been picked up by him on that day.
It just so happened that the comrade in charge of this area in the post office happened to know Jiang Shan.
Just give him special things.
Speaking of which, the parcel contained nothing important.
But Jiang Shan's eyes lit up when he saw it.
"That's okay, Zhu Quanneng,"
Looking at the photos in his hands, Jiang Shan once again experienced the joy of a great harvest, changing from design drawings to actual drawings.
"elder brother,"
He quickly opened the window and shouted outside: "Come and take a look at this."
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Hai, who was helping Xiaobai tie his scarf, turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"
In the small kitchen, Jiang Ma, who had stewed a pot of fish soup, was busy serving the soup.
Li Huaiying, who also made a can of chicken soup, was waiting aside with a green thermos bucket.
After hearing Jiang Shan's greeting, both Li Ruocheng and Jiang Hai came over.
"When I left before, I left a few blueprints for the village,"
Jiang Shan handed a few photos out of the window: "I didn't expect them to actually make them."
Outside the window, Jiang Hai and Li Ruocheng looked down at the photo.
"This is..." Jiang Hai looked at a floor lamp in the photo: "A bamboo lamp?"
"It's so beautiful,"
A thin bamboo ceiling lamp casts a warm yellow light: "Lao San, are these lamps designed by you?"
"It looks good,"
Jiang Shan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction:
"The effect is better than I expected. It seems that they are really suitable for this job."
Seeing Lao San smiling like that, Jianghai's cold water poured down in time.
"Why are you so happy? Even if someone makes it according to your instructions, can you help them sell it or something?"
"..."
In one sentence, Jiangshan was stunned.
At first I was just thinking about what I could do with bamboo from the mountains that would be more profitable than baskets.
I really haven’t thought about helping the village build an industrial chain.
"Why is it so hard to sell?"
Li Ruocheng pointed to the photo and said, "If it really sells, I'll be the first to pay."
"The regulations just issued by the country last month,"
Jiang Hai also clicked on the photo:
""Strengthen market management and combat speculation", where do you want these farmers in the village to sell these things?
This is not a bamboo basket.
Besides, no one in the county will buy the lamps you designed."
"Then..."
Jiang Shan took a look at the current opportunity and said, "Let's just let Siting Village set up a village-run processing factory."
"I think this method will work,"
Jiang Hai helped the third child touch:
"It's easier to talk to a group than to an individual, but if that's the case, you really have to help them find sales."
"The county town must not think about it,"
Li Ruocheng was already thinking: "There are many places where they can't even bear to use electricity."
"Uncle Li is right,"
Jiang Shan looked at the bamboo lamps in the photo: "It's best to sell them in the city. It would be even better if they could be sent abroad."
"Sell it abroad?"
After saying this, Jiang Hai also started to look at it again:
"Well, maybe we can get a good price by taking it abroad."
"That's right..."
The three people were discussing at the window, one mile away.
Jiang's mother, who had already packed up, shouted in the back room: "What are you doing? Why don't you send me to the hospital quickly?"
The second daughter-in-law is still waiting for her in the hospital.
When Xiaoyu and Xiaobai heard this, they quickly followed.
This time, neither of them wanted to be left behind.
"Oh, yes, yes,"
Jiang Shan quickly handed the car keys to his eldest brother: "Mom, I'll go over and change them for you in the afternoon."
"It's your turn to change, and what can you do if you go? Xiaoxiao's sister-in-law and I can just take turns."
A group of people went out in great force, and even Mr. Li Ruocheng and his wife followed the group.
"And there's me," Li Huaiying said as he walked: "I can stay there for two days."
As the sound gradually faded away, Jiangshan placed the photos and closed the window again.
Today it's his turn to go to the newspaper office. If he doesn't go, he will be scolded.
Just as he was thinking about it, Jiang Hai, who had just walked past, came back:
"That's not right, third child. Aren't you on duty for the first grade of the new year? How come you haven't passed it yet?"
"Go out right away,"
Jiang Shan quickly said: "If you hadn't talked to me, I would have gone out long ago."
"Hey, who among us was looking for whom just now?"
…
After the car was requisitioned by Jianghai, Jiangshan could only ride a bicycle.
Fortunately, the newspaper office is not far from my home, so I can get there in a short time.
As in the past, every time when the Spring Festival comes, the weight of newspapers will be reduced a lot.
But as soon as Jiang Shan entered the office door today, he was stunned by the pile of letters on the table.
"What's wrong with this?"
Besides him, there was another person in the room named Ding Lingling: "Why do we also have letters from readers in our department?"
"Happy New Year, boss,"
Ding Lingling, who was wearing a new cotton-padded jacket, was full of joy:
"They were sent here early in the morning by the supplement department. They are all about Siting Village. I have been reading them all morning."
"That's all?"
Jiang Shan made tea as soon as he entered the door and sat down with a cup:
"It seems that the masses are still very concerned about rural primary schools."
"No,"
Ding Lingling purred: "Look over there, there are already readers sending books and stationery."
"Yeah,"
Jiang Shan turned around and took a look: "Don't talk about Xiao Ding, we should really help Siting Village Primary School to open a reading room..."
…
Since returning from Hui Province a year ago, Jiangshan's department has written several series of reports on "Siting Village Primary School".
Not only that, it also comes with a lot of pictures.
Following the propaganda of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", readers who saw this kind of report for the first time were immediately attracted by the content in the newspaper.
When I saw the picture of the children wearing single clothes and worn shoes on a cold day, they looked timid.
Looking at the shabby desks and chairs in those dilapidated classrooms, readers can only feel their hearts twitching.
Especially those who have children at home, it is even more difficult to see this.
Then take a look at the detailed descriptions in the articles next to it.
Many readers who could not sit still wrote letters to the newspaper.
"Speaking of it,"
Jiang Shan looked at the letters from readers and said with a smile:
"Our trip can be regarded as promoting the importance of universal primary education proposed by the country."
"Of course,"
Ding Lingling shook a letter in her hand: "Look, there are already technical secondary school students who have expressed their willingness to become teachers in Siting Village."
At this moment, Jiang Shan didn't say a word after hearing this.
In his view, attracting public attention is only the first step.
Arousing the attention of all sectors of society is the ultimate goal of the newspaper.
…
Kailin Paint Factory in Pujiang City.
The leaders of several paint manufacturers are still in intense discussions.
From their point of view, they are unwilling to stop the research on special materials in the factory.
"But if the funding problem is not solved,"
The leader of Kailin Paint Factory said seriously: "Follow-up research will inevitably be suspended."
At present, let alone reaching the three-year average level of developed countries.
The antifouling paint produced by their factory is not even valid for one year.
"It's actually the same in our factory,"
A representative from Tianjin Dengta Paint Factory said:
"When we came here, we also made a special trip to Yanjing. Alas... the leaders of Yanjing still hope that the factory can solve the problem on its own."
In early 1981, the Sixth Machinery Department and the Navy made an appointment with the Ministry of Chemical Industry at the same time.
Everyone sat in the same conference room and put their work and difficulties on the table.
The difference from the meeting a year ago is that there are two more comrades in the corner of the conference room today.
Xu Muchun and Section Chief Han from Pujiang Light Industry Foreign Trade Office.
They didn't say a word at this moment and just listened to the meeting silently.
Xu Muchun, who was looking down at the newspaper, was holding a copy of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" in his hand.
"It has been reported for several days,"
Section Chief Han whispered from the side: "The Siting Village Primary School mentioned above is the place where Section Chief Jiang went not long ago."
"That's it?"
Xu Muchun shook the newspaper: "He can really run."
Looking at the newspapers, tattered desks and chairs, loose books...
Xu Muchun suddenly became thoughtful.
"I also read the articles that were reported continuously,"
Xu Muchun whispered: "We...should also express our feelings."
It can be seen from those photos that Xiaojiang put a lot of thought into this trip!
Section Chief Han was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "How should we express it?"
"The Foreign Trade Office handles so many export units,"
Xu Muchun frowned and said, "What should I do about this trivial matter?"
"I understand," Section Chief Han said straight away, "I'll make arrangements later."
…
"In fact, not only ships, but also various ship coatings are in urgent need of extending their validity period,"
On the other side, the comrades of the Sixth Machinery Department were obviously anxious.
The collective blockade of foreign military coatings on the country back then is still clearly visible:
"The difficulties regarding research funding are only temporary and I believe the organization will resolve them soon."
"Yes, everyone, any problem will be solved,"
The representative of the Navy also looked at the factory leaders present sincerely:
"Besides, if product technology improves, it will be beneficial to your factory itself..."
"Our factory does want to continue research, but the factory's civilian technological breakthroughs also require financial investment."
"Dear leaders, our factory has been delayed for so many years, and now many places need..."
For a time, everyone complained about his own worries and his own sufferings.
But from what Xu Muchun heard, it was all because of lack of money.
This is not surprising, after all, there are many problems like this across the country.
Not to mention the scientific research funds of the paint factory.
If it weren't for the strong protection of several leaders from Pujiang, even Baosteel's project would have been almost cancelled.
Yizheng Chemical Fiber, listed as one of the 22 key projects, is also facing closure due to insufficient funds.
…
In 1981, we ushered in the first macro-control after the reform.
Many projects under negotiation have been suspended.
Don’t mention rural enterprises.
Take Daqiu Village as an example. "There is Huaxi Village in the south and Daqiu Village in the north."
The cold-rolled steel mill in the village had just started to prosper, and the superiors sent people to investigate.
As the key target of this inspection team, the threshold of Daqiuzhuang has almost been leveled.
In the end, Party Secretary Yu Zuomin, who always had a tough style, simply united with the villagers to block the inspection team from outside.
The members of the inspection team were angry: "If you haven't done anything wrong, why are you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door?"
Yu Zuomin immediately retorted: "Although you have done nothing wrong, if ghosts knock on your door, who can live a good life?"
Under his leadership, all the villagers in Daqiuzhuang picked up sticks and yelled at the inspection team.
"We just had a few good days and you came here. Why didn't you come when we were starving?"
"I have been a bachelor for many years. As soon as I find someone, you come to stir up trouble. If this wife breaks up, I will go find you..."
Finally, the inspection team was frightened, so they quickly packed up and left overnight.
But compared to Daqiuzhuang, other areas are not so worry-free.
In the final analysis this year, only the leaders of Guangzhou and Fuzhou are still working under pressure.
To this end, Japan's "Yomiuri Shimbun" also published a report:
"The leader of Fujian Province is using his black gauze hat to cut the ribbon for the launch of Hitachi Company."
Prior to this, the leaders of Fujian Province had stated many times:
[We must overcome all difficulties and move forward, and regard township and village enterprises as dearer than our own sons.]
On the other side, the leaders of Guangzhou Province also proposed at the beginning of the year:
[Insist on reform and opening up and fight a bloody road...]
After that, they only made tightening adjustments in the report, but in reality they still fully supported opening up to the outside world.
…
The same goes for Xu Muchun, who is sitting in the conference room right now.
In his view, reform and opening up is imperative.
However, the difficulty this year is indeed not small.
“First, further stabilize the process, reduce consumption, and reduce costs;
Second, strengthen the research on hull, deck, inner tank, and special coatings..."
The unified intention finally reached at the meeting.
At this moment, the representative of the Ministry of Chemical Industry was making a final summary:
"Last point, after meeting the needs of the domestic market, we will strive to open up the international market as soon as possible..."
"Next,"
Comrades from the Sixth Machinery Department looked at Xu Muchun’s position:
"Everyone welcomes Director Xu of the Pujiang Foreign Trade Office and wants to say a few words to you."
After a burst of applause, Xu Muchun nodded politely to everyone.
Today, Xu Muchun is still sitting in the Foreign Trade Office.
But all aspects of him have already looked upon him in a different light.
That is to say, the Foreign Trade Office cannot do without him, and Xu Muchun certainly does not want to leave.
Otherwise, based on his performance in the past two years, he would have been promoted long ago.
"I have been listening to what you just said,"
Xu Muchun still had no smile on his face:
"Since we are all in charge, let's just talk about what to do next.
First of all, I would like to hear your opinions on going abroad."
As soon as those sitting here heard this, they knew that a capable person had arrived.
"Hello, Director Xu, I am the representative of Tianjin Paint Factory. This is the introduction of our factory's Dengta Brand Sanbao Paint."
"Hello Director Xu, I am the director of Pujiang Kailin Paint Factory..."
