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Yang Zijian and Wang Yun talked about the typesetting of the Oak Tree Society, negotiating with the school printing house, and distributing it to the outside world. The cover design of the journal has been completed, a sketch of an oak tree, the top is the "oak tree" calligraphy written by Mr. Lin, the lower right corner is two instructors, two editors-in-chief, all members of the editorial board 23, and the lower left corner is the "editor's note" and other content.

Very concise, fifteen pages plus the cover is eight sheets of paper, very thin, the number of prints is expected to be 120 copies, in addition to one for each member, that is, one for each class in the school, one for all Chinese teachers, one for the principal's office, the teaching office, the library, the student union and other departments, and then one for all middle schools and newspapers in the city......

"Is one hundred and twenty enough?" Wang Yun found out that it was very troublesome to run a social journal well.

Yang Zijian knocked on the spoon and said, "That's enough." We don't have to print too much, we only have 200 yuan now, so let's save a little. Moreover, Zhang Yimin is in charge of the arrangement, she has run a school magazine in junior high school, and she has asked more members to do it, so we just need to issue orders. ”

Wang Yun rolled his eyes and said: "If we write a report for ICBC, my mother will approve 500 yuan, which is much better than my poor father." ”

Yang Zijian smiled bitterly: "Please, the Oak Literature Club can't become your Wang family's literary club, ICBC will talk about it later." The next issue is going to report on Meng Yun's Jiafu Coal Mine and Lin Yi's hometown, what village is called. ”

Wang Yun had a special record and a deep memory, and responded: "Qingfeng Village, plant peaches." ”

"Peach!" Yang Zijian touched his chin and hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yun asked puzzled.

Yang Zijian was puzzled: "Of course the report is okay, but it may be detrimental to Qingfeng Village. If the village party secretary of other villages sees that Qingfeng Village has made a fortune by planting peaches, they will immediately imitate and encourage the villagers to plant, and then Nanjian City will be saturated in the market within a few years, and the supply will exceed demand, and the peaches will soon not be sold, and the peaches will hurt the farmers! ”

Seeing that Wang Yun did not know much about the situation in the countryside, he further explained: "Since the implementation of the joint production contract in the rural areas, it is allowed to develop self-retained mountains and self-retained land, and there are many mountains in Nanjianshan, so orchards are developed everywhere. Since the 80s, a large number of farmers in Nanjian City planted oranges and mandarins, all of which were swarmed up, and now the oranges and mandarins in many places cannot be sold, hanging on the trees and rotting, and many people have lost their money. My family has more than a dozen acres, and it is a nightmare to go to Jushan to hoe grass every summer. Now as soon as the report of Qingfeng Mountain switching to peach trees to make a fortune comes out, other villages will definitely imitate it. ”

Wang Yun looked at Yang Zijian with some admiration, he didn't expect him to think about the problem so deeply, but he felt a little puzzled: "Then why does Lin Yi still want to report, and he told me yesterday that his father has agreed, as long as the report comes out, he will give a sponsorship of two hundred yuan?" ”

Yang Zijian spread his hands and said: "Lin Yi's father is the village party secretary, he needs political achievements." Moreover, this peach planting can't be hidden for long, everyone is a villager in the township, this village is rich, the next village will soon follow, the township government will also write into the summary report, and even in the town for commendation and promotion. ”

Wang Yun was a little confused, she had been staying in an ivory tower surrounded by family and school, she didn't know that society would be so complicated, as long as she didn't break the law, there was no standard for good or bad, good or evil, everyone had selfishness, and this disorderly selfishness often easily ruined an industry.

So, the Oak Literature Club is also one of the accomplices?

Yang Zijian saw that her eyebrows were frowning, a little bit drilly, and immediately persuaded her and smiled: "Hey, don't take this leisure, we are students, didn't "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" say that the general trend of the world will always be divided for a long time, this is a general trend formed by one will, and we can't decide." Anyway, didn't Lin Yi want to report, just send two 'little correspondents' to go home with Lin Yi for an interview and get back the information. ”

If it was in the 95th or 96th year, when countless laid-off workers were wandering and helpless, and the social order was in chaos, the scene would be terrifying, but at that time, he and Wang Yun were already in college on Ludao!

The two chatted while eating, and a melodious Beethoven's "Moonlight Song" echoed in the South Wind Coffee House.

After eating, it was already past one o'clock, Yang Zijian pedaled on the bicycle again, carrying Wang Yun behind, and the two of them rushed back to Nanjian No. 1 Middle School in the west of the city from the Chengbei New District to the scorching afternoon sun.

However, Wang Yun inexplicably had a trace of sadness and helplessness in his heart, thinking about the impermanence of the world, the rural uncle had just celebrated a happy harvest, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to lose all his money because of the abundant production everywhere, and he wanted to cry without tears, and he was surrounded by four walls, just like Yang Zijian's family.

Then she was thinking, why Yang Zijian is so sad when he writes articles, it is because he comes from the bottom of the society and understands the hardships of farmers' livelihoods very well, and his family is such a victim, and she didn't even invite Yang Zijian to her home for her birthday, isn't this "the farthest distance in the world"?

She suddenly slammed her forehead against Yang Zijian's back.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zijian was in pain and asked sideways.

Wang Yun put his pretty face on Yang Zijian's sturdy back, smelled the school uniform full of laundry soap and sweat, and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, Lin Yi's report, let's not take it!" ”

Yang Zijian was startled when he heard this, the front of the car swayed and almost hit a camphor tree on the side of the road.

He braked, parked his bike by the tree, stepped on the sidewalk, turned to Wang Yun and said, "I should say I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned those things." In fact, it is not too difficult to solve the crisis of mandarin orange and peach, that is, to expand the sales channel and sell the fruit farther, but it is limited to the inconvenience of road traffic in Fujian Province, and the logistics cost is too high, so we can only take the railway, and then sell it to the coastal or inland provinces. ”

Wang Yun's eyes lit up and said: "Then we can write a report on this issue and make suggestions to the government, isn't it more meaningful?" ”

Yang Zijian thought that things could be so simple, but he still followed her words and said with relief: "You are right. The female editor of Youth Daily, Chu, has always liked bold and sharp reports, and she just voted for her directly, and her father is the deputy mayor, although he is in charge of industry, he is a member of the Standing Committee, and he speaks with all his word. ”

Wang Yun's heart knot was untied, and he was suddenly full of energy, patted the car seat, and shouted loudly: "Drive, run!" Today's heroes, only the king and the ear. ”