Chapter 453 Soviet Secrets in Exchange for Maotai Liquor

"What's wrong, Uncle Li?"

Jiang Shan was lying on the window and smiled: "Very curious, aren't you?"

Li Ruocheng, who was also lying in front of the window, said across the courtyard:

"It's your Aunt Li who is curious, but you must know about 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 Ma continued to ask something that interested everyone: "Is the girl singing this song beautiful?"

"How did 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.

6. In the 1970s, "propaganda of personal utility" was not advocated, so the original singers of many songs were unknown to the people.

Coupled with the backward information exchange, not to mention individuals, even some media did not know about it.

In the early 1990s, Yanjing Daily even published an article titled "Where Are You?" Singer of the Heroic Hymn".

It's a pity that Zhang Yingzhe still didn't claim this honor at that time.

Jiang Shan estimated 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 he 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 game.

"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 killing everyone means?"

People could hear it across the phone. Yu Sigui drank a lot at this moment: "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 haven't 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 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?"

"Yeah, 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 then 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 the villagers 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 that of poverty.

Otherwise, there would not have been a famous incident in which 18 farmers in Xiaogang Village, Hui Province pressed red fingerprints on the land contract responsibility contract in a way of entrusting themselves to their parents.

Compared with Xiaogang Village, which cannot even get enough to eat, other areas in Hui Province are not much better.

Take Siting Village for example, there are few brick houses.

Houses with rammed earth walls and thatched roofs can be seen everywhere.

Although the village has the only primary school in the surrounding villages.

But such a primary school has to be repaired and patched every year.

Because the walls of those classrooms are also rammed earth.

Even if they are repaired every year, they still look pitiful.

It is cool in winter and warm in summer, and the school walls are bare.

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 poverty line.

The problem of primary and secondary education has just been put on the table.

…

On the same day that Jiangshan and his party set off.

Township head Ma and Secretary Lu, together with Siting Village head Zhu Qianjin, gathered on the open space of Siting Primary School.

The school building consists of six and a half small bungalows, and there are almost no intact windows.

On the earth blocks on the outer wall, white slogans such as "Study hard and make progress every day" can be vaguely seen.

In the dim classroom, the desks and chairs of different sizes and materials are not something that can be accumulated in one or two years.

After being repaired and patched up until now, it is no longer possible to see the original appearance.

But even though it is broken beyond recognition, the students still try their best to put it in order.

With the blackboard on the wall that has long been fuzzy and white, it can be seen that it looks like a classroom.

At this moment, more than 20 children are crowded at the window to read.

A male teacher in his forties is standing outside the window and reading with students.

Township head Ma looked from afar and frowned: "Why did the teacher come to the playground to teach?"

Village head Zhu Qianjin looked down at the dirt ground mentioned by Township head Ma:

"The village has power outages every other day. Once the power goes out, the classroom is not as bright as outside. It is better to take the children to study outside.

The temperature has dropped in the past few days, and the children can no longer go out of the classroom. So, Teacher Li can only go out alone."

"It's so cold, it's not a good idea to go out to study,"

Secretary Lu also frowned: "Old Zhu, can't you light a few lamps for them?"

"Is it a matter of lighting a few oil lamps now?"

Village head Zhu pointed to the group of children:

"There are three classes of students, and now only Teacher Li is left. If the township does not send teachers to If you come, Teacher Li will not be able to hold on. "

"We are also worried about this matter,"

Village Chief Ma said frankly: "The application report has been submitted several months ago, but there has been no movement so far."

Secretary Lu came here specifically for this matter: "Otherwise, you can ask in the surrounding villages to see who can come to hold on for a while?"

"The educated youth who can leave have almost all left now,"

Village Chief Zhu's old face looked more and more vicissitudes:

"Before, it was a female educated youth from our village who held on, but she ran back to Pujiang a few months ago and never came back.

Besides, our primary school has been in arrears of wages for three days and two days, who would be willing to come here?"

The person that Village Chief Zhu was talking about was the mother of Zhu Xiaoxiao, the primary school student who wrote to the Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Before deciding to leave Shiting Village, this mother taught in the village primary school.

Although I haven't seen her for several months, the relationship is still there.

Because of this, the township's application for another teacher for Siting Primary School has not been approved by the higher authorities.

Nowadays, the profession of teacher is not as popular as it will be in the future.

After all, the conditions for running schools are bad enough, how good can the welfare of the teaching staff be?

In 1980, the monthly salary of ordinary teachers was about 38 yuan, and in some remote places it was less than 30 yuan.

When the township finances are in difficulty, it is often paid every few months.

In more outrageous places, even food is used to pay wages.

The status of teachers is not even as good as that of ordinary workers and salesmen.

As the saying goes, if you have two buckets of grain at home, you can't be the king of children. This is the truth.

"Now the higher-ups ask us to pay more attention to this,"

Like the newspaper, Township Chief Ma also received a notice from his superiors:

"Old Zhu, you should go to the homes of all the children in this village who have not been sent to school to persuade them."

"That's no problem," the old village chief nodded:

"We have been through this for the past two years, but Township Chief, our children are suffering.

In the cold weather, there is not even a decent classroom, let alone leaving them without a teacher."

Looking at the ventilated earthen house in front of him, Township Chief Ma sighed deeply.

A few children who were absent from class not far away secretly looked over here from the dim classroom.

On their red little faces, each of them had a pair of clear and bright eyes.

…

New Year's Day in 1981 was a good day for overtime work.

This first one indicated that Jiangshan would definitely be busy all year long.

On the way to Anhui Province, Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling, who were experiencing a self-driving tour for the first time, were both in high spirits.

The van with three young people in it really gave off a happy New Year atmosphere.

"Xiao Ding," Jiang Shan said as he drove, "Have you brought all the things I asked you to prepare?"

"Don't worry, boss,"

Ding Lingling now took the most comfortable pose: "It's just a pencil, a notebook and a small ball, I prepared them long ago."

"Where's Zhuang Zhuang?"

"As long as it's on your list, I didn'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 the 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 according to the information left by the child? How about it, what did you find out?"

"Don't tell me, I actually heard 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, and 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...but it felt like what they said was right. "

No wonder Xiao Ding has lost the indignant temperament he had in the past two days.

I dare to hear 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 that is harmful to your body and harmful to your health every day, would you drink it?"

"No 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," 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, the 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.

While he was working hard 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 Soviet experts' classes.

But at that time, Soviet experts proposed a number of regulations.

Among them, they ordered all students to hand in their notebooks after class.

And all locked in a cabinet.

So at this stage, Li Fuze forced himself to develop the ability to force 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 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 the people 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:

"Wait, let me take a look first..."