Exciting 1979!

Chapter 67 Huge Sum of Money (Please give me a monthly ticket, please read on!)
After leaving Wei's house, the villagers were still talking about it and exclaiming in amazement. It seemed that many people would not be able to sleep tonight.

Accountant Jia Saner did not return to his own home, but went to the home of team leader Zhao Chunlai and told him everything he had seen today.

Zhao Chunlai's wife was washing his feet. When she heard what Accountant Jia said, Zhao Chunlai hurriedly wiped his feet and said in disbelief, "Buying so many things! Is writing novels so profitable now?"

Accountant Jia: "No way. I heard that most novel writers are poor. Maybe Wei Ping'an bought it."

Speaking of Wei Ping'an, Zhao Chunlai felt uncomfortable. He was an elementary school classmate whom Zhao Chunlai regarded as his lifelong enemy, but he didn't even graduate from junior high school while Wei Ping'an was admitted to Peking University.

Later, I joined the army, but I was just a private. After Wei Ping'an graduated and joined the army, he was several levels higher than me!
Now he is just a village official, while Wei Ping'an is said to be a powerful department-level cadre at Peking University.

The team leader is unhappy, but the old branch secretary is very happy now.

He doesn't care whether the wine is good or bad, he just wants to be afraid that such a good kid like Wei Ming will go astray.

In order to reassure the old man, Wei Ming took out a copy of People's Daily that he bought at the station. On the front page was the article in which Fan Rongkang defended "Duck Prophet".

First of all, the People's Daily is a very strong brand, at least it is still authoritative in this era.

Secondly, Wei Ming introduced: "This author Fan Rongkang is the deputy editor-in-chief of the People's Daily. His article can basically be regarded as the attitude of the People's Daily, and the attitude of the People's Daily basically means the direction of the country. Therefore, reform and opening up are imperative, and the country must revitalize the economy. No one will find fault with it anymore."

Wei Ming didn't think that Sister Chen Rong would let her family interfere in politics. It was probably the direction of the higher-ups that prompted Fan Rongkang to write this article, but perhaps he didn't have to do it himself.

Oh, he is indeed the biological father of the Liang Zuo brothers. Fan Rongkang is a pen name, and his real name is Liang Da.

Zhou Xingbang sighed: "I am different after going out. I have matured a lot and know more. Compared with you, it is us who do not understand the policies thoroughly enough."

Wei Ming said modestly: "I just read a few more newspapers and attended a few more classes. It is veteran cadres like you who truly understand the grassroots."

After seeing off the old branch secretary, Wei Ming could finally concentrate on eating. Although there was not even a meat dish, his mother's cooking skills were impeccable, especially the last dish of scrambled eggs with hot peppers. The simpler the dish, the more it showed off his mother's cooking skills.

This mooncake is hard and has five nuts. There are some unknown green and red ingredients in it, which is quite unappetizing.

But how can we not eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Not long after the old branch secretary left, Uncle Qi also left, so Wei Ming took out the iron box of mooncakes sent by the Li family.

Unexpectedly, the mooncakes were filled with fresh meat. Wei Ming opened another can of meat. Today, the Wei family had meat.

Old Wei tasted the food happily while scolding, "I know you can make money now, but you can't be so extravagant. You still need to save money."

Wei Ming: "Except for White Rabbit, I didn't buy the food and drinks. They were given to me by others."

"Ah?" Three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Wei Jiefang pointed at the Maotai and medicinal wine and said, "This, this is also a gift from someone?"

Wei Ming: “Yes.”

"Brother, why?"

Wei Ming pulled out a school magazine and pointed at the article written by Uncle Ping An: "Because of this."

The three heads came together to look, and Wei Ming said, "The medicinal wine was sent by the pharmaceutical factory in Shanghai, and the Maotai and those canned mooncakes were sent by the little girl's family."

"Brother, you are so awesome, you are both talented in literature and martial arts!" Wei Hong saw it the fastest and flattered the fastest.

Wei Ming replied with study materials: "That stack is for you. Famous schools in Haidian are using them. Work hard. Tsinghua University and Peking University are waving at you."

At this time, high school students will not worry about too much study materials, they will only be happy. It is too difficult to find reliable study materials and test papers these days, and these are scarce resources.

"If I don't want to go to Tsinghua University, I will go to Peking University!" Wei Hong said, "Then I will be with you and Uncle Ping An."

Wei Ming laughed: "Okay, if you get into Peking University, I'll ask my uncle to transfer me to the cafeteria. Then you can come to my window to get food. I promise my hands won't shake."

"Not only can your hands not shake, but you also need a full spoonful!"

My parents also smiled, good days were beckoning towards them!

After dinner, they ate canned mooncakes. My mother and Wei Hong began to help Wei Ming make the bed. His parents lived in one room, and he and his sister lived in another room, and they shared a kang.

Thinking that Xiaohong was already a grown-up girl, it would be inconvenient, so Xiao Wei suggested to Lao Wei: "Dad, the shack is burned down, why don't we build a west room there?"

"What are you doing?"

"I live here."

"It's not like we don't have enough space to live in, and building a house doesn't cost money." "Money is not a problem," Wei Ming revealed his last trump card after everyone left. He slapped two stacks of banknotes into Old Wei's hand, "Are these enough?"

Two stacks mean two hundred yuan. Before coming back, he changed them into sheets one by one to make them look heavy.

This time, Old Wei, my mother, and Xiao Hong were all so frightened that they could not move.

"Son, you have a watch and a tape recorder, but you still have so much money. Are you making money too fast?"

Old Wei was a little nervous because at that time the slogan of "letting the rich help the poor" had not yet been shouted.

Wei Ming: "Actually, not that fast. I have received advance payment for the next two novellas. One will be published in a few days, and the other will be published next month."

After Wei Ming's explanation, Old Wei was still shocked. He was shocked that his son could already advance so much money. What a great honor this was.

He is truly a rising star in the literary world!
Xu Shufen said, "There's no point in using so many in a small western-style house. Just take a bunch back."

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Mom, I didn't empty my pocket. I kept it for myself. You can use the money to build a house and the rest to improve the house. The lamp and radio both need batteries. Don't sell the eggs anymore. Keep them for yourself. Xiaohong also needs to replenish her body."

"Mom, can we raise a pig?" Wei Hong leaned over and asked.

Wei Ming slapped his thigh and said, "That's a good idea. When the pigs are grown, we won't sell them but keep them for ourselves. Mom, you can smoke bacon, so we can get some more this time."

At this moment, Wei Jiefang had already begun to swallow his saliva: "How about we go buy one tomorrow?"

Wei Ming suggested: "Dad, why don't we go to the livestock market in Chengguan to buy it? I need to go into the city and leave some things with Mr. Yang. I want to return the car while I'm there."

Because riding a motorcycle was too bumpy and he had too much luggage, Wei Ming left the kimchi jar at his home.

Wei Jiefang is familiar with the markets all over the county. The categories in Chengguan Town are more diverse and complete, and tomorrow happens to be the opening day of the market.

"Okay, let's go to Chengguan Market!"

"Brother, I'll go too!" Wei Hong said enthusiastically.

Perhaps because today brought too much shock, Wei Hong couldn't fall asleep at all, and kept pestering her brother to talk about his experiences in Yanjing and his business trip to Shanghai this month.

Wei Ming just remembered that he hadn't taken out the photos of himself in Shanghai yet, so he let her have a look.

The next day the photo was in Wei Jiefang's hands. He had to keep it.

"Shufen, are you really not going?" Old Wei asked his wife after breakfast.

Xu Shufen: "I'll take care of this chicken, and you can have chicken stewed with mushrooms when you come back. Besides, there are so many things at home, how can I be at ease?"

"Okay then." He then turned on the radio and placed it next to his wife so that she could listen to it to relieve her boredom.

Old Wei went to the brigade's barn early in the morning to get a donkey, harnessed it to a cart, and laid a straw mat.

Wei Hong chose to ride her eldest brother's motorcycle.

As soon as they left the village, they saw a stubborn little boy carrying a bag.

Wei Jiefang was amused: "Delong, what are you doing?"

Qi Kexiu's son Qi Delong said, "Uncle, my dad beat me last night. I can't stay in this house anymore!"

Wei Ming asked his nine-year-old cousin, "Why?"

Qi Delong said angrily: "He didn't say why, he just didn't like me, what did I do to offend anyone!"

Wei Jiefang laughed even more happily: "Get in the car, uncle will give you a ride."

Qi Delong looked at Wei Ming's motorcycle: "Brother Ming, can I get on your bike?"

Wei Ming patted the fuel tank and said, "Come on up."

After Qi Delong got in the car, his bag just rested against Wei Ming's chest.

Wei Ming asked: "What did you bring?"

Qi Delong: "My dad's clothes, all of them!"

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(End of this chapter)