When Meng Yun heard this, his face as white as Tsing Yi became serious, and he raised his orchid finger and said solemnly: "This weekend, Lin Yi, Zhang Yimin, and Qiu Zhengyi formed a communication group to go to Qingfeng Village for an interview, isn't it?" This is so unfair, Lin Yi has already reported it once, and this time it will be my turn. How far away is Qingfeng Village, my Jiafu Coal Mine is thirty miles west of the city. Therefore, Lin Yi's interview was suspended, and this time I should take the communication team to interview Jiafu Coal Mine! ”

Chen Jiaoju said: "I support Meng Yun, I support Jiafu Coal Mine, what is there to report on the broken village and rotten peaches in Qingfeng Village!" The income from selling peaches in Qingfeng Village in a year may not be as good as the coal mined in Jiafu in one day! ”

Lin Yi was furious, pointed at Chen Jiaoju and reprimanded: "Peaches are planted by farmers themselves, and minerals are non-renewable resources that belong to the country, can this be compared?" Xiaofoy, what benefits did Meng Yun give you? ”

Chen Jiaoju squinted his eyes and said, "Wang Yun and Teacher Lin have approved my application to join the club, and I am now a member of the Oak Literature Club, and Meng Yun promised me to join his communication group. ”

Then he turned to Yang Zijian and said, "Yang Zijian, you can't declare your personal vendetta, besides, I have helped you get a lot of boiling water in the past two days, and I am kind to you!" ”

Yang Zijian rolled his eyes, spread his hands and said, "I don't care." But you have to understand that peaches are time-sensitive, and Lin Yi's hometown just picked the fruits and sold out this batch, and every household made money, and the report was just right at this time. And what about coal, it's digging every day, and it's never too late to report it, right? Yawn, yawn—"

After talking a little more, Yang Zijian's snot accumulated again, and he squirted out in a bad breath.

Lin Yi and the three of them were so frightened that they quickly jumped away, and found that it was indeed a bit wrong to discuss things with a patient who was "spraying virus" from his nose.

But Meng Yun was unwilling to say: "Okay, what you said also makes sense, but Lin Yi has already reported it once, and this time he is the team leader, which is too unfair, and I also ask to join." ”

Chen Jiaoju hurriedly said, "I'll join too." ”

Yang Zijian sighed: "This interview is in a mountain village, it takes two hours just to take the shuttle, it is not a provincial road, but a rural road, the bumps will make you vomit and faint, and then you have to walk the mountain road for more than half an hour, if it rains, it will be longer, the teacher can let Lin Yi and the three of them go to the interview together, it is already very uneasy, and it is impossible to add two more." Yawn-"

Meng Yun's family is well-off, and he immediately retreated when he thought of walking in a car for two and a half hours, but Chen Jiaoju was a little stubborn, and he insisted: "I'm not afraid." ”

Yang Zijian couldn't wait for Chen Jiaoju to suffer some hardships, so he retracted his head back into the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "Then that's it, Xiaoju, you can tell Teacher Lin and Wang Yun yourself, and say that I agree." ”

"I'd love to come with me for an interview." Lin Yi stroked the envelope of the sample newspaper and said generously, he and Chen Jiaoju eat, play table tennis, and quarrel every day, and they have long become friends, and he has just published the first newsletter in his life, his name was reported for the first time, and the Youth Daily also sent him a sample newspaper.

Meng Yun was a little disappointed, but fortunately, there was still a chance.

The three of them looked at the time, and the third period was about to start, so they hurriedly closed the door, ran out of the dormitory building, and ran towards the classroom down the hill.

"Boring." Yang Zijian was dizzy, and he couldn't read the row of poems, novels, and prose books on the wall, and he was dizzy when he saw it, this cold was really annoying!

It's already past ten o'clock, and Yang Zijian has slept for more than ten hours from yesterday to this morning, and he hasn't felt sleepy for a long time.

Keep your eyes open and have nothing to do, it's too boring to be idle like this.

Yang Zijian touched it with his right hand, took out today's letter sent by Meng Yun and looked through it, "Nanjian Youth Daily", "Nanjian Taxation News", "Nanjian Overseas Chinese Daily" four sample newspaper envelopes, ha, these are three manuscripts and a newsletter published.

Then, he unexpectedly saw an airmail, his heart moved, and he took it out to see that the envelope was a line of traditional Chinese address, which was actually from Tainan City, the treasure island, and he was in good spirits, and quickly opened it to see, it was actually a brush letter, a very good book, indicating that the letter writer has a deep cultural accomplishment and a good family environment.

"Mr. Yang Zijian: Hello. My name is Liu Tianyi, I am a small business owner in Tainan City, my grandfather and father were born in Nantang, I grew up listening to the story of Nantang Town, and I know that my roots are in Nantang. I believe in Mazu and am a member of the Board of Directors of the Tianhou Temple in Tainan. Yesterday, a friend showed me "Nanjian Qiao Bao" and found "Tianhou Temple and Cinema" written by you, and I was deeply shocked and burst into tears. This is the first time I have seen the scenery of my hometown from the newspaper text, and fortunately, as you said in the article, the Tianhou Temple has been preserved because of the movie theater, although the statue of the god does not exist, but the architecture and faith are still there...... I want to donate money to rebuild the Tianhou Temple, in order to protect the independence of the Tianhou Temple, I am willing to donate to build a new cinema for the Nantang government, but I don't know how to contact the town government, ask Mr. Yang to help build a line......"

"I'm going to go, the 'fishing line' of my overseas Chinese newspaper has finally been thrown to the side of the treasure island, and I have 'caught' a big local tyrant!"

Yang Zijian Huo Ran sat up and cheered happily, he took the policy risk to write these essays with a religious style in the "Nanjian Overseas Chinese Daily", isn't it just to attract compatriots and overseas Chinese in the treasure island of Xiangjiang to donate and invest?

Now it's finally bearing fruit.

He struggled to get up, put on an extra autumn coat, put on a school uniform jacket, staggered to the school cafeteria shop, and used the public phone to call Mayor Ma, but unfortunately, no one answered after ringing for a long time.

Yang Zijian frowned, so he had to call the town's party and government office.

Suzu –

"Hey, this is the Party and Government Office of Nantang Town, what's the matter?" A young female voice sounded.

Yang Zijian snorted, and said hoarsely into the microphone: "Hey, I'm Yang Zijian of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, I'm looking for Mayor Ma, hiss, yawning, no one answered his phone, hiss-"

The female voice immediately exclaimed enthusiastically: "You are Yang, Yang Advisor, hello, I'm Mina." Mayor Ma is holding a meeting of all cadres, and if Advisor Yang has anything to say, I will report to the mayor later. ”

Yang Zijian then gave a general overview of the content of the letter from Taiwanese compatriot Liu Tianyi, and finally said: "This is a very good opportunity, the Tianhou Temple can be rebuilt, and the town government can get a movie theater for nothing, such a good thing must not be missed." Yawn-"

The female voice was also very happy and said, "Thank you, Consultant Yang, you are very right, this is a great thing." In particular, this conference is to announce the establishment of the 'Nantang Ancient Town Tourism Area Preparatory Committee', Secretary Xu and Mayor Ma will be very happy to hear it, you wait a minute, I will report to the mayor immediately, he should call back immediately. ”

With that, she hung up the microphone.