In all fairness, Lu Junyi's marriage is indeed not so happy, at least not as she yearns for. It's just that she may never have thought that although her life is unsatisfactory, in this world, her situation is much better than that of many people. And among these many people, Cen Xinrui she knows is one.

Because when she, a new resident of Yahou Street, was doing a job in the People's Primary School to ensure income during drought and flood, Cen Xinrui, an old resident of this neighborhood, was still doing heavy farm work and meager income in Baling Lake, and she didn't know when this life would end.

Sometimes, though, many things are unexpected. This morning, just when Cen Xinrui and his companions had just returned from morning work and picked up their jobs, the brigade's cable radio, which had already sounded once, rang again. After the music was broadcast, the well-known female broadcaster shouted angrily: Cen Xinrui of the Fifth Production Team's Educated Youth Collective Household went to the commune in the morning after hearing the broadcast, and the Reform Committee of the Education Revolution would take over the matter.

Hearing the news, the companions who were having breakfast turned their inquiring eyes to Cen Xinrui.

"The Reform Committee is an institution in charge of education, right?" Wen Lijuan said uncertainly.

"How could the Education Revolution Association look for you, don't you want you to be a private teacher?" Ma Ping asked Cen Xinrui, "If this is the case, you don't have to work every day!"

"Isn't this because the new talent has a level? To be honest, only the new talent in our collective household can afford this job. Listening to Ma Ping's words without jealousy, Que Rendong, who is Cen Xinrui's iron buddy, was very disapproving, thinking that Xinrui usually teaches himself and you have never stopped cynicism, and he always said that he lit the lamp at night to read books and do exercises, which affected everyone's rest, and he didn't have a dime, and now he regrets it?

The reaction of his companions when they encounter this kind of thing is completely unexpected by Cen Xinrui, because in the past, as long as someone recruited to return to the city, those who couldn't leave would be lost for a while, and they had everything to say. For example, when he returned to the city without illness, all kinds of rumors drifted into his ears. Some said that they couldn't see that he was also related, and some said that it was understandable that he was worried about his illness and had no job after retiring. As for Ma Ping, he ridiculed him for being too big-hearted, and if he didn't know how to accept it, he would definitely regret it in the future. It was precisely for this reason that he did not take seriously the discussion of his companions at the moment, and went on the road after eating.

The town where the commune is located is only four or five miles away from the collective households, and after more than half an hour, Cen Xinrui found the office of the Reform Committee in the compound of the commune. He was received by a nearly 40-year-old cadre, and everyone who came in and out of the office called him Director Sun. After greeting him, the cadre told him that in view of his good performance since he went to the countryside and his education level, the Education Reform Committee decided to transfer him to the commune middle school as a private teacher, and he would take up his post immediately.

At this time, Cen Xinrui knew why the Commune Reform Committee wanted to come by himself. He was thrilled to think that he would be able to get rid of the heavy and boring manual labor and pick up his books in a bright way. However, he wondered a little: Which kind person helped him get this errand? Look at the cadres of the commune, except for the old man who is familiar with civil affairs, he has very little contact with the others.

Could it be Lao Wu, Cen Xinrui guessed, but after thinking about it, he felt that he wouldn't, not only did she have a general relationship with herself, but she had the heart to help, but she didn't have the ability.

"It's all clear. Seeing that Cen Xinrui's mind seemed to be a little distracted, the cadre paused with the pen in his hand, and casually handed over the letter of introduction that had already been opened: "Give this to Director Zhu of the Middle School Revolutionary Committee, Director Zhu is not Deputy Director Luo, they will arrange your work specifically." ”。

"Okay. Cen Xinrui suppressed the excitement in his heart and replied, but then asked, "Do you want me to talk about it myself from the production team?"

"It's okay, but the text notice was sent to the team yesterday, and it is estimated that they will tell the production team today. The cadre replied. Just when Cen Xinrui thought that this matter was over and was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "What is the relationship between you and Zhou Haiyuan?"

"Zhou Haiyuan, who is he?" Cen Xinrui was a little stunned when he was suddenly asked such a question.

"Don't know? When the cadre saw him like this, he waved his hand and signaled that he could go.

Looking at the cadre's behavior, Cen Xinrui was really a little confused this time. But just as he walked out of the room and towards the gate of the commune, a familiar voice came from the side—

"Xiao Cen, come here!"

Cen Xinrui turned around and found that it was Lao Wu, who was standing by the window of her office, waving to him.

Is there something wrong? Cen Xinrui thought to himself, turned around and walked over.

Seeing Cen Xinrui enter the door, Lao Wu beckoned him to sit down and asked, "Where did you go to Sun Shixin?"

"Ah, there I went. Hearing Lao Wu say this, Cen Xinrui knew that Director Sun's name was Sun Shixin.

"Are you happy?" asked Lao Wu again.

"Sort of. Cen Xinrui admitted.

"Just a little?" Lao Wu didn't believe it, seeing Cen Xinrui laughing embarrassedly, Fang pointed at him with the pen he was using in his hand, "You, you are cheap and good." ”

"Cheap?" Cen Xinrui was puzzled.

"You don't know?" Lao Wu glanced at Sun Shixin's office, "It's not Secretary Zhou's words, this private teacher must be his niece Sun Shixin, so it won't be your turn." ”

"Secretary Zhou, which Secretary Zhou?" Cen Xinrui was a little inexplicable.

"What, don't you know?" this time it was Lao Wu's turn to be puzzled, "Zhou Haiyuan, the new high-ranking party official of the commune, you went to the middle school to be a private teacher, and he asked Sun Shixin to do it." ”

I see! This will Cen Xinrui understand how good things can fall on his head. It should be known that in today's rural areas, private teachers, barefoot doctors, electric row station operators, etc., are all good errands, and they have no background at home, so they can't easily take their turns. It's just that this Secretary Zhou doesn't know himself, so why should he help himself?

"Ah, forget it, don't talk about it," looking at Cen Xinrui's stunned expression, Lao Wu was a little puzzled. She didn't know if this young man really had nothing to do with Zhou Haiyuan, or if he was pretending to be confused, so she changed the topic: "You haven't said anything out of line to others when you go home this time, right?"

Hearing Lao Wu say this, Cen Xinrui was a little confused again.

"Did you say anything about the renovation of Jiang Lixiong's former residence?" Lao Wu reminded him.

Hearing Lao Wu say this, Cen Xinrui will understand, and he can't help but get angry.

"Why, isn't that the case? Then why did Chengguan Town call and ask us to ask seriously?" Seeing Cen Xinrui's changed demeanor, Lao Wu felt strange. Actually, there are some things she hasn't said yet, I'm afraid Cen Xinrui won't be able to stand it. Chengguan Town's phone call was very stern, demanding that Cen Xinrui must be dealt with seriously, at least for the time being, he cannot be allowed to recruit students.

Looking at Lao Wu's concerned expression, Cen Xinrui came back to his senses. He calmed down for a moment and told her about the conversation with Zhou Bajin in front of Jiang Lixiong's former residence.

"What should I be doing, isn't this nonsense?" When he knew what had happened, Lao Wu was also a little angry: This group of people, when the cadres of the commune were turtles, didn't they understand anything? Especially the arrogant attitude on the phone made her even more disgusted. However, after all, Lao Wu is a cadre who has worked for more than 20 years, and he has seen a lot of similar situations, knowing that this kind of thing can be big or small, it all depends on the attitude of the person in charge, so he comforted Cen Xinrui: "Forget it, don't be angry, this matter will be finished with me, and it will not have any impact on you." ”

Watching Lao Wu comfort himself in turn, Cen Xinrui's anger disappeared mostly. It's just that when I think of Chengguan Town's behavior, I feel uncomfortable. He felt that the way of the world was really a bit incomprehensible. According to certain logic, what else can survive in Yahou Street? It has been changed beyond recognition, is it still called Yahou Street? Without Yahou Street, can the cultural context that the residents are proud of still exist? From this, he could not help but think of the sentence that circulated in society a few years ago: "News comes out every year, but only this year." It seems that in the future, I am afraid that there will be many strange things that will happen!

"Xiao Cen, I don't have anything to do here, you better go back quickly, try to take care of everything today, and go to the commune to learn about it tomorrow." Seeing that Cen Xinrui was a little distracted, Lao Wu told him, "Just pay attention to what you say in the future, don't let people grab the pigtails." ”

"Okay. Listening to Lao Wu's explanation, Cen Xinrui came back to his senses and nodded. He also wanted to hurry back to the collective household and deal with the things that should be handled before going to the commune middle school.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he walked out of the commune gate, he met his companions from the collective household. Today, the production team temporarily sent them to pick bricks from the commune brick factory, so everyone carried a flat basket.

"Cen Xinrui, what will the religious revolution look for you?"

"Is there any news of admissions?"

"Do you really want to be a private teacher?"

For a while, everyone gathered around and asked nonsense. Since Pang Xiuying was named and recruited to the Provincial Power Engine Factory, they are very sensitive to all the information related to the educated youth, and they almost sleep with their ears propped up, paying attention to any bit of wind and grass.

Cen Xinrui looked at his companions patiently, and when they had stopped a little, Fang replied, "You want me to go to the commune middle school to be a private teacher." ”

"Very well," said him, and immediately someone called out, "don't go to work again." ”

"No, at least it won't be 'double robbing', tired and half dead. Someone chimed in.

"I heard that there are allowances. "There is another important question that comes to mind.

Listening to everyone's discussions, Cen Xinrui didn't know what to say for a while. It's just that what he didn't expect was that in the oblique stab, someone suddenly asked: "Cen Xinrui, you tell the truth, did you go through the back door, why did such a good errand fall on your head." ”

Cen Xinrui didn't have to look back, he knew that it was Ma Ping who always liked to compete with himself. Just before he could speak, Que Rendong, who was standing beside him, replied: "I said Ma Ping, why do you talk like this? Could it be that the performance and ability of the new talent are not worthy of being this private teacher, so you have to go through the back door?"

"Won't I just ask, don't you deceive each other? Ma Ping didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his question, "Besides, if you want to do things now, can you do it without going through the back door?"

"Then do you think Xinrui has gone through the back door?" asked Que Rendong following his logic.

"I didn't say that. Ma Ping argued.

"Forget it, that's what you think in your heart. Que Rendong snorted, "I think you're jealous, but you really want to teach middle school, can you afford it?"

"You-" Hearing this, Ma Ping was very annoyed, but he didn't know how to refute it all of a sudden.

"Forget it, don't just shout, you have to run twice this morning, and it's your own that you've lost time. Seeing that Ma Ping and Que Rendong were fighting again, the production team keeper who led the team persuaded him on the side. Seeing that Ma Ping and Que Rendong were still grim-faced, no one said anything more, so he said to Cen Xinrui: "Go back and clean up, take the brigade's rice beating station and mill to start work today, you hurry up and pick some millet to go over, and get some oil by the way." It's good to partner at school. ”

"Yes. Cen Xinrui nodded. He knew that all those who were transferred to commune enterprises and institutions had to pick up rice and oil by themselves.

Seeing this, everyone put the flat basket on their backs and walked towards the commune brick factory.

"Let's go," the clerk said loudly to Cen Xinrui, and when he saw everyone walking away, Fu whispered again: "Don't take Ma Ping's words seriously, the people on the team have already seen it, that kid just can't see that others are better than himself." In his opinion, the best educated youth in the collective household is Cen Xinrui, who not only speaks steadily and acts in a low-key manner, but also is truly knowledgeable and able to do things. Not to mention anything else, just going to the embankment that year, telling the migrant workers on the team an episode of Water Margin every night before going to bed, which really made everyone addicted to books, and this young man completely relied on his memories, which is really a good memory.

To say, the words of the clerk are just that, but they touched Cen Xinrui. Shicai Maping's question was undoubtedly full of provocation, but he didn't want to affect his mood because of the other party's fault-finding, and the iron buddy Que Rendong was already standing up for him, so he couldn't bear it.

It's just that he still can't figure out why Ma Ping wants to compete with himself, and what he can get by doing this. In the past, it is understandable that it was to compete in learning, but now they have all become educated youths, aren't they all unable to recruit students because of their backgrounds, and they are all wasted in collective households, and what else is worth such a squeeze? Even if he does not become a private teacher, it will not necessarily be his turn to be Ma Ping, and is it not beneficial for him to harm others and himself by doing this way?

Alas-

Thinking of this, Cen Xinrui sighed and walked towards the production team with his head down. He felt pitiful for himself, and Ma Ping was even more pitiful than himself. In addition, he always kept his eyes on his companions, and even went to the brigade headquarters and the commune compound to inquire about the situation when he had a little free time, and from time to time he made a good evaluation of his own merits, and even carried a derogatory remark about his companions, saying that they were not at ease to take root in the countryside. Didn't he think that everyone was born and raised in Yahou Street, and they have been learning and playing together, and they shouldn't be "born from the same root, so why not be too anxious to fry each other"!