The mother of the era is reborn to support her cannon fodder children!

Chapter 256 "Very High Value"

Gu's mother knew a few characters, but she read them by guessing and inference, and surprisingly, there was nothing amiss.

The members listened with great enthusiasm and were filled with passion.

Wow, growing mushrooms is such a wonderful thing!

Their eyes shone brightly, and everyone's faces flushed with excitement.

They all proudly stood tall.

"Everyone can see this newspaper, right?" Old Mrs. Li asked excitedly, grabbing Gu's mother's arm.

"...Right?" Gu's mother was uncertain, but facing several pairs of eager eyes, she said with full confidence, "Of course! I heard that every factory subscribes to newspapers; it's called 'studying the new policies'..."

She couldn't explain it clearly either; it was all vague and ambiguous.

Those watching thought that Yuanshan's mother knew a lot.

He looked at her with a sense of awe and wonder.

"That's it."

Someone exclaimed with delight, "Does this mean the whole province knows about our Harvest Brigade?"

Upon hearing this, the others instinctively straightened their patched coats.

Subconsciously straighten your shoulders and back.

—Their brigade has become famous!

“Yuanshan’s mother, your third son’s wife is this…” Old Mrs. Li gave a thumbs up, her eyes filled with envy.

Gu's mother felt refreshed, and the frustration she had felt from being angry with her dissipated at this moment.

Just then, the loudspeaker came on.

It's a familiar voice.

Old Mrs. Li nudged her old friend's shoulder. "Qingzhou's voice? Is that his voice?"

Her tone was full of confusion, "Why did Qingzhou go to the broadcasting room?"

Since the Fengshou Brigade got electricity and spent a "huge sum" to install a loudspeaker, they no longer need to carry a gong around the village to call everyone to the threshing ground to announce anything.

Of course, for truly important matters, we still have to go to the threshing ground and discuss them face to face.

"...Hello, can you hear me?" The announcer turned into the brigade leader again, speaking in his thick local accent, "Next up, our village's Qingzhou, ah, the cultured Gu Qingzhou from the Gu family, will read an article for everyone."

"This article is very special, very special."

"Why is it special? Because it was written by a comrade from our brigade. You heard me right, our brigade... is in the newspaper!!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh.

Feeling that it was inappropriate to laugh at this moment, the brigade leader held it in and continued, "This is a good thing for the whole commune, and also a good thing for our brigade. Qingzhou, come here."

Then came the sound of a stool being pulled out.

Gu Qingzhou sat down, solemnly opened the newspaper with both hands, and began to read it aloud in a clear and resonant voice.

"Qingzhou's mother, your Qingzhou... speaks Mandarin so well." Under the banyan tree, an old lady couldn't help but say.

As soon as she spoke, several disapproving eyes turned to her.

The speaker fell silent and listened attentively to the broadcast.

The broadcast was very loud, and everyone in the village, no matter what they were doing, came out of their homes and listened intently. After learning what had happened, they all wore cheerful expressions.

Seeing that their parents were in a good mood, a child tentatively asked for candy. To their surprise, they actually received a piece, which made the child jump for joy. They then took the candy to play with their friends.

As a result, everyone in the village, adults and children alike, knew that the article written by the twins' mother had been published in the newspaper.

The children showered the twins with compliments, leaving Yu Bao and Heng Bao feeling dizzy and flattered.

There's no way around it, kids are just too good at praising!

They wouldn't go to such lengths to praise themselves, but they were praising their mother.

Yu Bao raised his hand, "My mom brought us a soccer ball, we can go play at the threshing ground, who wants to go?"

"I'll go, I'll go."

"I'll go too." Dazhuang, holding his rice bowl, quickly finished the last bite. "Yubao and Hengbao, I'll go put the bowls down. Wait a minute."

After seeing Yu Bao nod, he dashed off towards his home.

Seeing this, the other children who were eating also quickly finished their meals, afraid of being left behind.

Hengbao was unusually thoughtful, saying, "Brother, Mom said we shouldn't run and jump around right after eating."

Yu Bao gave his younger brother an approving look before saying, "We'll play again in a little while."

"Mmm." Hengbao readily agreed.

The two brothers arrived at their doorstep just as the educated youth had left.

"Why are you two back again? Weren't you out having fun?" Lin Zhao was about to go back inside to get something when she saw the twins return. She stopped and looked at them.

"Get the soccer ball," Hengbao said cheerfully.

Lin Zhao teased him, "Weren't you reluctant to give it away?"

Before, when I suggested taking it out to play, it stubbornly refused, afraid of getting it dirty or broken...

Yu Bao was too embarrassed to say it was because they were happy to hear the other children praising them, which is why they wanted to play with them.

His eyes flickered a few times, and he made up a reason casually, "Yuanbao and the others are our good friends, and Hengbao and I are willing to play with them."

Lin Zhao didn't say anything more. "Go ahead, keep track of the time, don't forget to eat while you're having fun. I'm planning to make you some crispy pork."

No child can resist fried food, and twins are no exception.

They had eaten Lin Zhao's crispy pork before and had been craving it ever since, but their mother wouldn't make it for them.

Upon hearing that there was crispy pork to eat, Yu Bao and Heng Bao didn't want to go out anymore.

“Yu Bao, Heng Bao…”

The child called out from the doorway.

"Coming, coming," Yu Bao said, but his legs seemed glued to the spot, not moving an inch.

Hengbao, too, not only didn't move, but also stared longingly at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao looked helpless. "Why are you looking at me? Go play. I promise you'll get to eat crispy pork when you come back."

Upon receiving this assurance, the two children beamed with joy.

"Mom is the best!" The two boys cheered, rushed over to hug Lin Zhao, grabbed the soccer ball, and ran towards their friends.

Lin Zhao shook his head helplessly, went back into the house to get his things, and then returned to the kitchen to make crispy pork for the two greedy kids.

She wanted to eat it too.
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The harvest brigade was bustling with activity, and the supply and marketing cooperative was equally lively.

Because of Lin Zhao's article in the newspaper, Director Jiang inexplicably received praise from his superiors.

He was praised for his effective teaching.

They said their supply and marketing cooperative was the first unit in the entire commune to be featured in the newspaper, something even the propaganda departments of large factories had never done.

It's a real honor to say that supply and marketing cooperatives are doing well.

……

Director Jiang's superior was a serious and upright person who never smiled and was fair in rewarding and punishing. At the same time, no one could read his mind from his face.

This was the first time he had shown any emotion.

Director Jiang was stunned.

He even considered leaving to see if he had gone to the wrong office.

You definitely didn't go the wrong way.

He did indeed receive praise!

Director Jiang arrived with a worried expression, but left with a beaming smile.

Overwhelmed with joy, with nowhere to vent it.

He went to the county government building and found Yang Junzhi.

When Yang Junzhi saw Director Jiang, he subconsciously raised his wrist to check the time.

—Yes, it's during working hours.

"Big brother?"

Before he could even utter a sound, he received a slap on the shoulder.

"You're good."

"I sent him a talented person; I didn't let my brother-in-law down!" Director Jiang gave his brother-in-law an approving look, smiled, and then left.

"??!"

When Yang Yunzhi saw his brother-in-law's smile, he suddenly felt a chill.

Why are you laughing so weirdly?!

He was completely bewildered. During dinner, he subtly asked his wife if his brother-in-law was acting strangely.

His wife, Jiang Huiqiao, did indeed know.

"My brother is happy."

"You don't know yet, do you? Your comrade's wife, Comrade Lin, wrote an article that was published in the newspaper! Because of this, my brother received praise from the leaders."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunzhi understood.

His brother-in-law's superior was someone he admired; that person was serious, upright, and strictly businesslike, rarely showing any emotion.

No wonder the brother-in-law was all smiles when he received such praise.

and.

I heard that my brother-in-law wrote an application hoping to add a second floor to the supply and marketing cooperative building, thus expanding its scale.

He had great ambitions and wanted to turn the supply and marketing cooperative into a large-scale state-owned store that sold rare items such as bicycles, radios, and watches.

This time, my brother-in-law really stood out in front of the higher-ups, which greatly increased the chances of his application being successful.

No wonder his laughter was so scary.

When it comes to one's future and destiny, it's not surprising that one smiles brightly.

Jiang Huiqiao noticed that her husband's expression had been a bit strange, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did my brother come to see you?"

Yang Yunzhi didn't hide it from her and told her about her brother-in-law's visit.

He has an outstanding ability to express himself, and he can describe simple things in a vivid and engaging way.

Jiang Huiqiao couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahaha..."

She happily nestled into Yang Junzhi's arms, "I never thought I'd see my brother like this for so many years."

After laughing for a while, Jiang Huiqiao wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and continued, "Do you believe that my brother is very annoyed, regretful, and depressed right now?"

She patted her husband on the shoulder, "I suggest you stay away from your brother for the next month, I'm afraid he'll get angry..."

I'll deal with you.

Yang Yunzhi's expression was stiff.

"..." What did he do to deserve this?
"The New Year is coming soon, I can't escape it," he said dryly, looking at his wife expectantly.

He practically begged, "Wife, save me!"

Jiang Huiqiao cupped his face in her hands, "...Don't worry, I'll protect you."

"Honey, I can rely on you now."

And indeed, after Director Jiang calmed down, he belatedly realized that he was feeling depressed.

呔。

How much authority does he still have in front of his brother-in-law?

In the supply and marketing cooperative.

Li Fen and the other sales clerks were also beaming with joy, talking about... Lin Zhao's article being published in the newspaper.

"...What a pity, Zhao Zhao is on vacation, I don't know if she knows about this." Li Fen sighed with a mixture of joy and delight.

Of course she is happy.

Lin Zhao is her younger brother's cousin, so when you look at it, she's also a member of the Li family.

Wang Ju frowned as well, "What should we do?"

Li Fen waved her hand, "It's alright, she'll find out sooner or later. Zhao Zhao's uncle is a senior technician at a big factory. They read the newspapers every day and learn about all sorts of policies. If her uncle finds out, her two cousins ​​will find out too. Given how they feel about their sister, how could they possibly stand it!"

"That's true." Wang Ju nodded, putting the matter out of her mind.

I read that article again.

“…Sister Zhao Zhao is so dazzling.” She whispered, her eyes flashing with admiration.

Li Fen nodded, "Who says otherwise? Look at her, so quiet and gentle, she exudes a scholarly air. It's no wonder she can write well, don't you think?"

The new sales clerks looked at each other in bewilderment.

Does being quiet and gentle equate to being able to write well?

Not necessarily.

They only graduated from junior high school and are quite quiet, so why aren't they in the newspapers?!

The thought of being in the newspaper, surrounded by family members, and showered with compliments made the girls smile.

“You said…” a girl spoke up first, “If I were to ask Comrade Lin for advice, would she teach me how to submit articles?”

The woman, who had just returned to work after giving birth, hesitated, pondering the possibility, and said somewhat uncertainly, "...Yes, it should be. I don't think Comrade Lin is a stingy person. She's always happy to help when people need her."

“Yes, yes, yes.” The girl who spoke first said, “I didn’t have time to eat breakfast on my first day at work and I almost fainted. Comrade Lin gave me a piece of candy and that helped me recover. She’s a really nice person.”

She always greets people with a smile.

However, her unique temperament, coupled with her excessive beauty, always gives people a sense of distance.

Sigh, she really wanted to talk to Comrade Lin, but she was nervous.

The supply and marketing cooperative was too busy at the end of the year, so a young woman joined the team.

Comrade Qi, who was on maternity leave, has also returned to work.

She said, "If you want to ask her for advice, just ask. Don't be afraid. If she's not comfortable talking about it, then forget it."

"...I'm nervous." The young woman was shy and felt embarrassed.

Comrade Qi glanced at her and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Just say what you have to say. I think Comrade Lin is also a straightforward person. She doesn't seem to like people beating around the bush."

"Oh? Is that so? Then I should just tell her when I see her?"

Comrade Qi: "Sure, but I'm afraid we'll have to wait until after the New Year."

The young woman knew this too, and she sighed with a hint of regret.

Not seeing that pleasing face for several days in a row is really making her feel uneasy; she has no energy left to work.

This girl wasn't one to dwell on things, and she immediately perked up, "It's alright, I'll write it myself first, and then ask Comrade Lin for advice after the New Year!"

Comrade Qi gave her an encouraging look.

Li Fen and Wang Ju overheard their conversation.

Li Fen looked at Wang Ju and asked curiously, "Are you going to vote or not?"

Wang Ju shook her head like a rattle.

"No, I don't like writing essays!" She raised her voice considerably.

This demonstrates their determination.

Li Fen smiled and said, "If you don't like it, then don't write it. You've already brought honor to your parents by graduating from vocational school, so it's no big deal to report it."

How could it not be bad?
These days, being featured in the newspaper carries a lot of prestige.

Uncle Song then received tangible benefits.

Knowing that his niece's article had been published in the newspaper, the cafeteria lady served him food that was significantly more generous than what others received.

"Congratulations, Mr. Song! Your niece is this one!" The old lady gave a thumbs-up with the hand holding the spoon.

Uncle Song really stole the show today—

During the meeting, the factory director asked him if his niece was Comrade Lin Zhao from the supply and marketing cooperative. He said yes, and the factory director congratulated him. Before he could understand what was going on, the factory director dropped a bombshell, saying that Zhao Zhao's article had been published in the newspaper, and it was the provincial newspaper, a major newspaper that all the big factories subscribed to.

As soon as he said that, dozens of people in the office looked at him with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

That look in his eyes was truly refreshing.

"Thank you, the kids were just playing around, they were just lucky," Uncle Song said modestly.

A technician who was on good terms with him joked, "If you weren't smiling so brightly, I almost would have believed you."

After saying that, he unceremoniously snatched a piece of meat from his plate.

He suffered so much "torture" from Old Song all the way, it's not unreasonable for him to eat a piece of his flesh, right? (-ι_-｀)
Uncle Song glanced at him, too happy to bother arguing.

Humming an unpleasant song, I found a place to sit down, wondering what to give Zhao Zhao to celebrate her article being published in the newspaper.

(End of this chapter)