I'm really just the village head

The telegram has nothing to do with ordinary people.

The entire commune does not use loudspeakers to notify when it receives telegrams several times a year.

Unless it is urgent.

Baye Liu said that he had asked someone to inquire about the news, so he could only wait.

Urgency is useless.

Liu Fuwang and his wife rushed to the commune. Yang Aiqun walked ahead. She was worried that something might happen to her son. She was in a panic. She couldn't step on her foot several times and almost fell under the roadside hurdles.

Fortunately, Liu Fuwang followed behind and pulled him back.

Later, Liu Fuwang simply led Yang Aiqun to the commune.

"What are you doing in a hurry? What's the use of rushing? What if it's a good thing? Maybe it's because the batch of pants brought by Chun Lai is selling well. He sent a telegram back and asked the fourth team to do the rest. "

Liu Fuwang also pondered the most likely thing for his son to send a telegram.

Yang Aiqun didn't even look at him, and replied with dissatisfaction, "If Spring Lai doesn't directly send a telegram to the fourth team with those pants? You are the captain, and everything has to go through you?"

The wife obviously couldn't communicate at this moment, so Liu Fuwang stopped talking.

In rural areas, there is basically no concept of Sunday except for children in school.

But the communes are different. Except for the supply and marketing cooperatives, post offices, etc., people in most departments, as long as they live nearby, go home to help with farm work.

The wages are not enough to feed the family, and if they still don’t help with the farm work, it’s not justified.

In the event of an on-the-spot day, no matter whether it should be taken or not, all departments should not take a break.

Many people came to the commune as geniuses on the spot.

The Happiness Commune has existed since the reform of rural cooperatives in the late 1950s.

It is the smallest commune with a radius of a hundred miles.

There are only four villages and 27 villager groups in the entire commune.

Why is an administrative unit so small?

poor.

Other communes were too poor to accept these four brigades.

Now the commune has been changed to a township, but everyone still likes to talk about the commune.

Called for decades.

Small but complete.

What the commune should have is the Party Committee of the Commune, or the Production Planning Office, Credit Cooperatives, Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, Central Schools, Hospitals, Post Offices, Agricultural Technology Stations, Broadcasting Stations, Food Stations, Cocoon Stations, Armed Forces Department, Great Hall, Central Canteen, etc. Both.

Communes are small and poor. Many units have only one cadre, or one cadre concurrently works in several departments.

The communes built in the 1960s were no different from other places, the difference was the size.

On each side of a dirt road two to three hundred meters long and five meters wide, a row of houses with blue bricks, black tiles and lime seams were built.

Very characteristic of the times.

All units of the entire commune are concentrated here.

The street in the middle is where the major production teams around are rushing to the field, every time on the 2nd, 5th, and 8th, every three days.

Today, there is no one on the street.

The two rushed to the post and telecommunications office's house, and Yang Aiqun rushed in directly, "Where is the telegram? What about the telegram?"

Liu Fuwang knew everyone from the commune. At any rate, he was a cadre. He slowed down when he reached the door. He even sorted out his white-washed and patched shirts, and then walked in slowly.

"This short-lived son of Gouyue, how much money does he get if he is not holding money? He Chao, is this telegram expensive?"

Yang Aiqun was a little painful looking at the two pages of paper in his hand.

She doesn't know a few words, but can analyze it.

If it's a big event, can you write so much?

"A word is four cents, I'm afraid it will cost forty or fifty dollars here!" He Chao, who is in his early forties, is equally painful when he speaks, "If you send a registered letter, it would be so cheap..."

"It's too late to send a registered letter." Liu Fuwang had already received the telegram from Yang Aiqun.

Just look at it and understand.

As he guessed, it was a good thing.

But to him, many things are bad.

"Old guy, what's on it? You read it to me!" Yang Aiqun looked at Liu Fuwang blankly.

"Chun Lai asked the four teams of garment factories to make all of the pants, and rushed to the next Wangshan Commune to send them to the boat pulling pigs to the mountain city..." Liu Fuwang said.

When Yang Aiqun heard that his son was okay, a smile appeared on his face.

Thinking of the telegram that He Chao said was forty or fifty, his face was covered with pain, "This short-lived son, write a few words! This whole, the small half of the big fat pig is gone..."

How can she not have flesh pain?

I used to sell pigs and fed for more than half a year, 200 kilograms of fat pigs, only sold for 150.

After reading it, Liu Fuwang carefully folded the tele-paper into a square and put it in his chest pocket.

Taking out the 8-cent-a-pack of Chun Yu in his pocket, he handed one to He Chao, and he also took one.

"Uncle, your four teams have begun to engage in the industry again?" He Chaoshou's telegram naturally knew the content.

"Spring has become the captain of the fourth team, the fourth team is tossing." Liu Fuwang smiled.

The heart that I have been holding these days has fallen a little bit.

At least, his tossing didn't take effect so quickly in the past, and that didn't know until the grain was harvested.

"That's not bad, if the spring comes to toss well, take the entire commune toss, let the communes that are unwilling to accept us beg us to merge into them..." He Chao spit out a bit of smoke fiercely.

"Merge the commune again?" Liu Fuwang frowned.

I haven't heard the news.

"The county has never sent a president. Secretary Yan has asked for a lot of responses. No one wants to come. Didn't Secretary Yan retire in a few years? Can't be left alone? We don't want us in the communes next door..." He Chao sighed again.

He was in the commune, and he was in the communications department.

"From now on, our commune and their commune!" Liu Fuwang snorted coldly.

Then go back.

He Chao looked at the backs of Liu Fuwang and his wife leaving. Without closing the door of the post and telecommunications office, he ran directly to the secretary Yan Jinsong's office.

This matter must be reported to the secretary.

"What else did it say?" Yang Aiqun saw Liu Fuwang with his hands on his back and his face darkened, knowing he hadn't finished.

"This short-lived son, let me gather the carpenters in the team into the fourth team, choose the carpenter apprentice from the fourth team, and get the county lumber factory to pull the wood back..." Liu Fuwang looked dissatisfied.

Yang Aiqun looked at him with a look of contempt, "You captain, didn't you expect it?"

"I'm the captain, he's just the captain! Dare to arrange a job for Laozi? Come back and interrupt his dog's feet!"

"Try it!" Yang Aiqun's tone was calm, but Liu Fuwang's eyes trembled.

The couple stopped talking.

Before they went far, they ran into Yang Cuihua, Tian Li, and Liu Dabing who rushed over.

"Uncle, what happened to Spring?" Yang Cuihua asked eagerly, sweating profusely.

Liu Dabing and Tian Li were also out of breath, looking at Liu Fuwang eagerly.

Seeing them like this, Yang Aiqun felt dissatisfied. It wasn't them. What sins did his son need to suffer?

At home, she raised it, how good.

"Chun Lai asked to drive out all the pants immediately and go with the boat that pulled pigs from Wangshan Commune..." Liu Fuwang didn't hide it, and told them the content directly.

"Can you really sell it?" Tian Li looked incredible.

Those are work clothes that they can't sell.

In the past, various units distributed to cadres and employees, but later they had no money, and no one was willing to buy it.

It's changed, the trouser legs are like a broom.

Liu Fuwang took out the telegram and handed it to Yang Cuihua.

When Liu Dabing found out about the news, he didn't even care about his breath, and ran towards the way he came. Baye Liu and the people in the team were still waiting.

"This makes us have to hurry up to produce? The textile factory does not give fabrics, and we have no money..." Yang Cuihua read the telegram, a little embarrassed, "Uncle, this matter..."

Liu Fuwang can only help.

"Go back and do the preparatory work first. I will go to Secretary Yan tonight, and I will go to the county with him tomorrow."

Since he had to toss, Liu Fuwang felt that his bones could still be tossed for a few years. When the time came, he couldn't toss, and he would be infamy.

If the toss has an effect, the son of the captain of the road, the commune president, and even the county chief would dare to think about it.

Higher leadership?

Liu Fuwang thinks, forget it, his son hasn't been admitted to a university for 6 times, how can he be such a big official?

commune.

Secretary Yan Jinsong's office.

A room of twelve or three square meters, with glass windows on the front and back, brightly lit.

An unpainted wooden chair with a floodlight sitting on it leaned against the wall in front of the office.

In the middle is a red-painted desk with a stack of old and new documents and newspapers, and an enamel tea cup next to it.

On the enamel teacup, the red "Loveliest Person" is printed, and the enamel has fallen off a lot.

The secretary of the poor commune lived poorly.

Yan Jinsong, who is more than fifty years old, has gray hair. At this moment, he is waiting to see He Chao.

"Really? Did the four teams find a way to make money?"

There was an unbelievable emotion in the voice of surprise.

"That's what the telegram said. Let's expand the production of the garment factory and hire people immediately; in addition, we must set up a furniture factory, gather all the carpenters around, and choose at least 30 people..."

He Chao said everything he knew.

The content of the telegram is detailed.

Yan Jinsong began to lightly clasp the desk with his fingers, thinking.

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