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Chapter 230: Popular Films

More than 30 parcels, weighed one by one. Most of them are dry goods, and the portions are not too heavy. Wang Sanpao took the small paper sheet, checked it one by one, and marked the weight and money at the back.

He aimed at it one stroke at a time, a bit like a cat and a tiger, and it was hard to look at. Even so, the fat man did not stretch out his hand, he knew that people could not be deprived of the right to serve the PLA. For Wang Sanpao, this incident itself is a kind of happiness, and the spiritual enjoyment it brings is far greater than his dedication.

Out of boredom, the fat man watched the other postman hand out the newspapers, put them in green bags one by one, and then went out and got on his bicycle and ran around each unit. The fat man's heart suddenly moved: We should also order a few newspapers.

Although he understands the direction of the big picture, after all, the details cannot be exhaustive, and the newspaper can make up for this shortcoming.

At this moment, another person walked in outside, tall, forty or fifty years old, also wearing green clothes and trousers, and his waist was straightened, which was very stylish.

"Director Wang, the letter from the radar station has been settled, and this fellow wants to be our volunteer postman. The salesman was handling the parcel and reporting at the same time, he was also busy sweating, and it was the first time he had mailed so many parcels at one time.

The director of the post and telecommunications bureau brightened his eyes, and stepped forward to grab the fat man's hands: "What a good comrade, like the ** taught us, we must serve the people wholeheartedly!"

This man spoke in a high-pitched voice and was full of passion, and as he spoke, he shook his hands vigorously, so that the fat man could fully understand what revolutionary enthusiasm was.

The fat man has also heard of this Director Wang, this person has a loud voice, speaks of Marxist-Leninist ** thoughts, and is extremely inciting, so he is called "Wang Marxist-Leninist".

When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name. So he said twice: "Director Wang, the volunteer postman is not me." After speaking, he pointed to Wang Sanpao.

Wang Marxist patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Little comrade, look at your body, you have to learn more from that old comrade, if you don't study for three days, you won't be able to catch up." You must exercise well in order to become a noble person, a pure person, and a person who is free from low-level interests......"

The fat man wiped a handful of spitting stars on the tip of his nose: "Hehe, Director Wang, just do it, you give me a few ** anthologies, I will take them back and study hard, and strive to become a theorist." ”

Wang Marlene narrowed his eyes, looked at the fat man carefully, and suddenly asked, "Are you literate?"

Seeing the fat man nodding, he immediately opened the drawer and took out a palm-sized book from it, covered with red plastic skin, which was impressively printed: **Quotations.

"This is the essence of the ** anthology, take it back and study it hard. ”

The fat man held the quotations in his hand, and faintly found a little feeling of being a popular soldier, and smiled secretly in his heart: Hehe, go back and give it to Qiqi, tell her to recite the old three articles before eating, and she must bring ** quotations when she speaks......

"Director Wang, can you order a newspaper?" The fat man put the quotation in his pocket, don't study this for the time being, learn to study the newspaper.

"Wow, subscribing to newspapers is also a good way to learn, you look at these newspapers, which is not the masthead inscribed by the chairman, I suggest you subscribe to the two magazines of Red Flag and Struggle, the most theoretical——"

Seeing that Wang Marxist-Leninist was about to talk about theories endlessly, the fat man hurriedly interrupted him: "I'd better subscribe to the People's Daily, and then have a Guangming Daily, will I pay the money on a quarterly basis or for the whole year?"

"Now all of our township are units to order newspapers, individuals have not ordered yet, you are the first person to eat crabs, worthy of praise, we must dare to be the first in the world-" Wang Marlene said more and more impassioned, it seems that he will not raise the matter of the fat man ordering newspapers to a certain height, and he will not give up.

The fat man was convinced: is this king Marxist-Leninist considered a sequelae left by an era?

Fortunately, at this time, the salesman finished processing the package and then came to receive the fat man. The king, Ma Len, ran up to Wang Sanpao and began to fire at him.

The fat man paid the money, but the backer had not yet opened a mailing point, and for the sake of Wang Sanpao, a volunteer postman, he decided to run it once a week, and as a result, the fat man's daily newspaper became a weekly newspaper.

glanced over there, only to see that Wang Marx and Lenin were still talking, and Wang Sanpao frowned, and then suddenly said: "If you want to say it again, I won't do it!"

Seeing Wang Marlene close his mouth in shock, the fat man was happy in his heart: "It's still the third uncle who is powerful, and he can do it with one shot." ”

Just as he was happy, he saw Wang Marxist walking towards him: "Little comrade, after the newspaper is sent, you must study hard, don't use it to paste the wall——"

"If you want to say it again, I won't be decided!" the fat man straightened his waist and shouted confidently, and the depression just now was immediately swept away.

The salesman couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then quickly covered his mouth, he turned his back to Wang Marxist-Lenin, but his trembling shoulders still exposed the target.

Wang Marx and Leniel were furious, took off his hat and fell on the table, and was about to open fire on the salesman. Outside, a half-sized boy ran in and shouted at him: "Dad, my grandfather told you to find some waste newspapers, and you will have to paste the wall during the New Year." ”

"Little Wang Ba Lamb, the newspaper is for studying, how can you paste the wall, hurry up and roll the calf for me!" Wang Malie was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, and he poured out on his son at once.

"I'll go back and tell my mother to go!" The half-grown man was very unconvinced, wiped the sleeve of his padded jacket under his nose, and then ran away with a cigarette.

Wang Marx Leniel put his hat back on his head, then took out a green bag from under the table, and walked out of the door angrily. The fat man's eyes were sharp, and he saw a roll of paper exposed on the top of the pocket, and when he saw the paper, it was a newspaper, and there were two small words "people" in the middle of the crease.

"Comrade, is this guy your director?" Seeing Wang Malie walking out of the door, Wang Sanpao couldn't help but ask the salesman.

Seeing the salesman nodding, Wang Sanpao shook his head vigorously, muttering: "Who is this, what is this......"

The fat man smiled, and then looked through the orders in his hand, followed by some monthly and semi-monthly magazines. Looking at it, the fat man's eyes lit up: "Can you still subscribe to this popular movie?"

"Yes, but the January one has already been distributed. ”

"Can you buy a single copy?"

"This can't work, when we came, we all sent them by the number, no more, no less. ”

The fat man realized that there didn't seem to be a retail form like street bookstalls at that time, so he said, "Then let's order it all year round." ”

He once heard the pigtails muttering about this "Popular Movie", saying that it introduced the synopsis of the movie, and there were some movie actors, as well as their photos, and he had always wanted to see it, so the fat man remembered to subscribe to this.

Although the salesman was a subordinate of Wang Marxist, he was obviously not infected by him. rummaged through a large canvas bag, and then took out a magazine with a colorful cover: "This is, you can take a look first, it is said that popular movies are the most circulated magazine in the country." ”

It is said that at that time, there was no television, and movies were the most common entertainment, so popular movies were the best-sellers.

The fat man took the book, only to see an actress printed on the cover, which looked a little familiar. When I opened the catalog, I saw that it read: Young film actor Liu Xiaoqing.

Flipping through the content inside, it was full of pictures and texts, and it was indeed a favorite of the people, so he nodded: "It's ordered." ”

Subsequently, the fat man continued to search, the big pigtails were there, and Qiqi listened to the little horn every day, and that little thing couldn't feed this little girl at all.

The fat man knows that this is an era when spiritual food is relatively scarce, and because of this, it is necessary to pay more attention to this problem.

"How was this book when I was a child?" the fat man asked the salesman, who vaguely remembered that he had heard of this when he was a child, and had applied to his father, but it was not approved for financial reasons.

The salesman rummaged through the bag for a while, and then took out two books: "This is ordered by our township central primary school, just one set, you can take a look at it first." ”

The fat man hurriedly thanked him, and first took a copy of his childhood, which was different from ordinary books, and this paper turned out to be square. Roughly flipping through it, there are no cartoons, no cartoons, and even the illustrations are all in black and white.

After a closer look, it turned out that the inscription on the book cover turned out to be Song Qingling. The fat man's heart warmed, and he had already decided to order this book.

Look at another book, it is "Children's Literature", open the catalog, the fat man is a little dumbfounded, in the author column, the names of many great writers are impressively listed, and the cover inscription is Bingxin.

"I ordered both. The fat man made up his mind.

The salesman was a little surprised, in this era, there are not many people who are willing to subscribe to books, and generally all units will subscribe to newspapers and magazines, and now the fat man alone orders more than those units.

Although the books and periodicals were not too expensive at this time, the fat man still took out more than 50 yuan at once, which was almost enough to catch up with the wages of ordinary workers for two months.

If you follow the identity of the fat man as an unemployed young man in the zoo, his monthly salary will not be enough.

When I walked out of the post office, I happened to meet Wang Marxist-Leninist. Wang Sanpao wiped down his dogskin hat and lowered his head, not bothering to pay attention to him at all.

The fat man greeted happily: "Director Wang is back, why do you look like a class struggle?"

Wang Marxen went home to deliver a newspaper, and then was given a political lesson by his wife, and his heart was on fire, and when he saw the fat man's smiling appearance, he was angry: "**Teach us to always be vigilant and sweep away all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods-"

The fat man laughed twice, and his heart spoke: "You should clean up the cow ghost and snake god on your body first." Then, take a few steps, catch up with Wang Sanpao, and rush to the supply and marketing cooperatives together.

Wang Sanpao said loudly: "Fatty, what is this passer-by doing with him!"

The fat man scratched the back of his head: "Hehe, I'm not idle, I'm looking for what it felt like during the Cultural Revolution." ”

Entering the supply and marketing cooperative, the fat man took a look, and there were people in front of the counters, and the car boss and the son came over for more than two hours, and there was still nothing in their hands.

"Uncle boss, why haven't you bought anything yet?" the fat man couldn't help but shout.

"We just came in, and we've just been queuing outside, why are there so many people!" the car boss wiped the beads of sweat on his head, his face full of helplessness.

"One supply and marketing cooperatives is not enough. The fat man couldn't help but sigh, and then he saw the people around him throwing strange glances at him, the fat man scratched his head, and continued: "When will we open a store ourselves." ”