The telegraph has little to do with ordinary people.

The whole commune, when it receives a telegram several times a year, does not use a loudspeaker to make notices.

Unless it's urgent.

Liu Baye said that he would let people go to find out the news, so he could only wait.

It's useless to be in a hurry.

Liu Fuwang and his wife rushed to the commune, Yang Aiqun walked in front, she was very panicked when she was worried that something had happened to her son, and she didn't step on her feet steadily several times, and almost fell under the roadside.

Liu Fuwang followed behind and grabbed it.

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

"What are you doing in a hurry, what's the use of being in a hurry? What if it's a good thing? Maybe it's the batch of pants that Chunlai brought with him to sell, 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 dissatisfiedly, "If those pants, Chunlai doesn't send a telegram directly to the people of the fourth team?

His wife was obviously not able to communicate at this time, so Liu Fuwang stopped talking.

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

However, in the commune, except for the supply and marketing cooperatives, post offices, etc., most of the people in most departments, as long as they live nearby, go home to help with farm work.

The salary is not enough to support the family, and if you don't help with the farm work, you can't say it.

If it is a day, whether it should be rested or not, all departments should not want to rest.

Many people came to the commune on the spot.

The Happiness Commune has been in existence since the late fifties, when the rural cooperatives were transformed into communes.

It is the smallest commune within a radius of 100 miles.

In the whole commune, there are only four villages and 27 village groups.

Why is it so small that it is divided into an administrative unit?

Poor.

Poor enough for other communes to accept these four brigades.

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

It's been called for decades.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

The commune should have the commune party committee, the production planning department, the credit cooperative, the supply and marketing cooperative, the central school, the hospital, the post office, the agricultural technology station, the radio station, the food station, the cocoon station, the armed forces department, the assembly hall, the central canteen, and so on.

The communes were small and poor, and many units had only one cadre, or one cadre worked in several departments.

The commune built in the sixties is no different from other places, the difference is the size.

On both sides of a dirt road two or three hundred meters long and five meters wide, there are rows of houses with blue bricks, black tiles and lime seams.

It's very characteristic of the times.

Here all the units of the entire commune are concentrated.

The street in the middle is the place where the major production teams around the scene are rushing, every 2, 5, and 8, every three days.

Not on the spot today, and there is no one on the street.

The two rushed to the house of the post and telecommunications office, and Yang Aiqun rushed directly in, "Where's the telegraph?

Liu Fuwang knew everyone in the commune, he was a cadre anyway, but when he arrived at the door, he slowed down, and even tidied up his white-washed shirt with patches, and then slowly walked in.

"This dog's short-lived son, taking the money is not money, how much does it cost? He Chao, this telegram is expensive, right?"

Yang Aiqun looked at the two pages in his hand, and felt a little painful.

She didn't know a few words, but she could analyze them.

If it's a big deal, how much can you write about?

"One word and one corner four, I'm afraid of forty or fifty yuan here!" He Chao, who is in his early forties, is also painful to say, "If you send a registered mail, how cheap it is......"

"Send registered mail, it's late. Liu Fuwang had already taken over the telegram from Yang Aiqun.

Just look at it and you understand.

As he guessed, a good thing.

But for him, a lot of it is a bad thing.

"Old fellow, what's written on it, you read it to me!" Yang Aiqun looked at Liu Fuwang with blank eyes.

"Chunlai asked the four garment factories to make all the pants and send them over on the next trip to Wangshan Commune to the mountain city to pull pigs......," Liu Fuwang said.

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

Thinking of the telegram He Chao said, it was forty or fifty, and his face was covered with pain, "This short-lived son, write a few words less! This whole thing, the little half of the big fat pig will be gone......"

How does she not have flesh pain?

I used to sell pigs, and after feeding them for more than half a year, the big fat pigs of about 200 catties were only sold for 150.

After reading it, Liu Fuwang carefully folded the newspaper into a square and put it in his coat pocket on his chest.

took out a pack of 8 cents in his pocket, handed one to He Chao, and took one in his own pocket.

"Uncle, have your four teams started to engage in industry again?" He Chao received the telegram, so he naturally knew the content on it.

"Chunlai became the captain of the four teams, and the four teams tossed. Liu Fuwang smiled.

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

At least, he didn't toss so quickly before, and he had to wait until the grain was harvested.

"That's not bad, if Chunlai tosses well, take the entire commune to toss, and let those communes who are unwilling to accept us beg us to merge into them in the future......" He Chao spat out a puff of smoke fiercely.

"Do you want to merge with the commune again?" Liu Fuwang frowned.

I didn't hear any news.

"The county has not sent a president, Secretary Yan has asked for many times, but no one wants to come, isn't Secretary Yan retiring in a few years......?

He was in the commune, and in the communications department, well-informed.

"In the future, our commune will be their commune!" Liu Fuwang snorted coldly.

Then he took his leave and went back.

He Chao looked at the backs of Liu Fuwang and his wife leaving, and did not close the door of the post and telecommunications office, but ran directly to the office of the secretary Yan Jinsong.

This matter must be reported to the secretary.

"What else is it talking about?" Yang Aiqun saw Liu Fuwang with his hands behind his back and a dark face, knowing that he hadn't finished speaking.

"This short-lived son, let me gather the carpenters in the team into the fourth team, select carpenter apprentices from the four teams, and get the county lumber mill to pull the wood back......" Liu Fuwang looked dissatisfied.

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

"Lao Tzu is the captain, he is just the captain of the squadron! Dare to arrange work for Lao Tzu? Come back and interrupt his dog's foot!"

"You try!" Yang Aiqun's tone was very calm, but his eyes made Liu Fuwang tremble.

The husband and wife stopped talking.

didn't go far, and met Yang Cuihua, Tian Li, and Liu Dabing, who rushed over.

"Uncle, what's going on in the spring?" asked Yang Cuihua, who was sweating profusely, eagerly.

Liu Dabing and Tian Li were also out of breath, looking at Liu Fuwang with blank eyes.

Seeing them like this, Yang Aiqun was dissatisfied, it wasn't them, what sins did his son need to suffer?

At home, she raises, how good.

"Chunlairang immediately drove out all the pants and went ......over with the boat pulling pigs from Wangshan Commune," Liu Fuwang didn't hide it, and directly told them the content.

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

Those are all work clothes that they can't sell.

In the past, all units issued it to cadres and workers, but later there was no money, and no one was willing to buy it.

It's changed, and the trouser leg is like a broom.

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

Liu Dabing inquired about the news, and regardless of the fact that his breath had not calmed down, he ran towards the road he came from, and Liu Baye and the people in the team were still waiting.

"This makes us have to hurry up and produce? The textile factory doesn't give us fabrics, and we don't have the money......" Yang Cuihua read the telegram, a little embarrassed, "Uncle, this matter ......"

can only let Liu Fuwang contribute.

"Go back and do the preparations first, I'll go to Secretary Yan in the evening, and go to the county seat with him tomorrow. ”

Since he wants to toss, Liu Fuwang feels that he can toss this bone for a few years, and when the time comes, he can't toss it, so he recalls it.

If the toss is effective, the son will be the captain of the whole way, the head of the commune, and even the county magistrate will dare to think about it.

Higher leadership?

Liu Fuwang thinks, forget it, his son didn't get into a university in the 6 college entrance examinations, how can he be such a big official?

Commune.

Secretary Yan Jinsong's office.

The room of 123 square meters has glass windows in the front and back, and the light is bright.

An unpainted, glossy wooden chair sits against the wall in front of the office.

In the middle, there was a red-painted desk with stacks of old and new documents and newspapers, and an enamel teacup 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 is also poor.

Yan Jinsong, who was in his fifties, had gray hair, and at this moment, he was waiting to look at He Chao.

"Really, have the four teams found a way to make a fortune?"

There was a voice of surprise with disbelief.

That's what the telegram said. In addition, we must set up a furniture factory and gather all the carpenters around it, and select at least 30 people......

He Chao told everything he knew.

The contents of the telegram are detailed.

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

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