"School-run factory?"

Principal Zhou was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Song Yuanchao to hit this idea.

No. 2 Middle School does have a school-run factory, and this factory is larger than other ordinary schools, as the principal of the school, he naturally has the right to make a decision on the personnel placement of the school-run factory.

Song Yuanchao's request is really not too much, not to mention that the school owes Song Guangzeng, just with the friendship between Principal Zhou and Song Guangzeng for more than 20 years, he must also help with this favor.

However, President Zhou still thinks that it is more appropriate to let Song Yuanchao take the university entrance examination, in his opinion, going to college is a bright road, Song Yuanchao is young, and has a learning foundation, even if he can't be admitted to the university, he will take a technical secondary school or something, and after graduation, it is also a cadre establishment, which is not better than being a teacher in a school-run factory?

But everything that should be said has been said, and everything that should be persuaded has been persuaded, but Song Yuanchao is iron-hearted.

Song Yuanchao calmly told Principal Zhou about his situation and thoughts, and it was useless for Principal Zhou to say more at this time.

"Okay, it's no problem for you to go to the school-run factory, I can arrange this ......."

"Thank you, Headmaster!" Song Yuanchao's face showed joy, and he hurriedly thanked him.

Principal Zhou waved his hand and said to Song Yuanchao in a serious tone: "According to your situation, I can recruit you as a teaching staff, but there is one thing I want to say in front." ”

"Speak, please." Song Yuanchao put on a posture of listening, but he had a wry smile in his heart, he vaguely knew what Principal Zhou was going to say to him.

As expected, President Zhou said: "Aid the DPRK, I hope you don't give up the opportunity to take the university exam, now when the country is in ruins, there is a great shortage of talents in all walks of life, being an ordinary teaching worker is not the same as going to university, even if you work in the school-run factory, but you can't pull down this aspect of learning, for your parents, but also for your own future, Uncle Zhou hopes that you have a better future." ”

This is a respectable and lovely old man, Song Yuanchao's heart was extremely moved, in order to reassure Principal Zhou, Song Yuanchao did not refuse this request again, but agreed.

It is basically not a problem to go to work in the school-run factory, but the current Song Yuanchao cannot officially go to work, because his household registration and files have not been handled, and all the procedures can only be operated after these are implemented.

However, President Zhou promised Song Yuanchao that as soon as Song Yuanchao's household registration was resolved, he would go through the procedures and arrange for work in a week at most.

Song Yuanchao's heart finally let go, and he was grateful to Principal Zhou in every way, Principal Zhou waved his hand, and at this time, the bell rang for the end of class, and it turned out that they had been chatting for nearly an hour unconsciously, and the time had reached noon.

"It's time for lunch, let's go, let's go to the cafeteria." Principal Zhou got up and greeted Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao shook his head and refused: "Principal, I won't eat lunch, I still have some things to do later, and there is another small thing I want to ask you to help me do." ”

Principal Zhou looked at Song Yuanchao with an inquiring gaze, and Song Yuanchao's expression was slightly gloomy: "I want to go to Gusu to see my parents these days, can you please help me open a letter of introduction?" ”

Principal Zhou also looked gloomy after listening to Song Yuanchao's words, he walked directly to the desk without saying a word, opened the drawer and took out a letter of introduction from it, sat down to pick up a pen and wrote a few words, and then took out the seal from another drawer and stamped it, and after the ink was slightly dry, he carefully tore off the letter of introduction.

"I've given you a one-week validity, is that enough?"

"Enough is enough, enough is enough, thank you Principal." Song Yuanchao is very grateful, Principal Zhou has helped him a lot, in this era, it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch without a letter of introduction, Song Yuanchao's household registration has not yet been implemented, and if you want to go to Gusu, whether you take a train or a long-distance bus, you must have a letter of introduction to buy a ticket.

Principal Zhou, who once again declined the invitation to let him go to the cafeteria to eat, Song Yuanchao left the school with a letter of introduction, and did not forget the porter Uncle Liu before leaving, and went to say hello.

Leaving the school, Song Yuanchao walked to a nearby state-run hotel, he only refused Principal Zhou, in fact, it was not that he had other urgent things to do, but he didn't want to trouble Principal Zhou too much.

In this era, there are not so many restaurants, fast food or anything in later generations, ordinary people solve the problem of eating at home, in addition to cooking at home, those who go to work either bring food or eat canteens, and the only way to solve it outside is to go to state-run restaurants.

State-run hotels, as the name suggests, are state-run hotels, and now private hotels have not yet appeared, and the market is still in the stage of opening but not opening, and in a few years, the individual economy will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

The entrance of the state-run hotel is a counter, and behind the counter hangs a menu made of wood, which indicates the price and the number of food stamps, and what you need to eat is ordered directly at the counter, and then you can pay for the food stamps and buy chips.

The chips are also very ordinary, that is, the round chips made of plastic, with the name of the state-run hotel printed on them, and the various colors represent the difference in food, and the number of chips represents the amount of food. Of course, there are also state-run restaurants that use older wooden chips, or handwritten menus directly by the cashier at the counter.

After ordering two taels of raw frying, Song Yuanchao waited in line at the window to pick up the meal, and after a while, the steaming raw fried pan came out of the pan, handed over the chips, and the master inside handed Song Yuanchao the enamel plate containing the raw frying, and there was also a bowl of egg skin soup that was included.

Finding a vacant seat by the window and sitting down, Song Yuanchao took out the chopsticks from the chopsticks, poured a dish of vinegar and ate it.

The taste of fried food in this era is not comparable to that of later generations, and the ingredients used are different in the first place. The fried pork in later generations is completely different from now, and the breed of the pig is the white-skinned pig introduced later, which is large, produces a lot of meat, and has a short feeding period, but the taste is far inferior to the local black-haired pig.

In addition, it is all frozen meat, there is no meat aroma in the mouth, and the way of production is also very different, those time-honored brands known as Huhai characteristics because of the successive retirement of the master, plus the cost and other reasons in order to cater to the market, the taste has become much worse.

One bite will fill your mouth with a lingering fragrance, and then take a sip of the clear soup made with large bones and sprinkled with egg skin sprinkled with chopped green onions, which is simply a pleasure.

Just as Song Yuanchao was enjoying eating, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, and Song Yuanchao subconsciously looked up and saw a familiar smiling face facing him.

"I looked like it was you from afar, and when I came in, it was really you! Aid Korea, when did your kid come back? ”

This is a young man wearing a green military uniform without a collar badge, and he put his arms around Song Yuanchao's shoulders affectionately, his eyes full of joy.

"You...... Daqi! ”

Song Yuanchao also showed a happy expression, Li Daqi, his own hair is small, and he has been playing since he was a child and a friend in high school.

Song Yuanchao hurriedly got up and almost knocked down the chair with a big movement, and excitedly clenched his fist at Li Daqi's chest several times, and then hugged him enthusiastically.

Slapping Li Daqi's back hard, Song Yuanchao was excited, when the educated youth went to the countryside, Song Yuanchao went to the northwest, but Li Daqi went to Liaodong, and after the two separated, they lost contact with each other.

In his previous life, Song Yuanchao went to find Li Daqi when he returned to Huhai, but because Li Daqi moved and didn't know where to live, and communication was extremely inconvenient at that time, Song Yuanchao couldn't contact him.

In the days that followed, Song Yuanchao went to work in the subordinate unit of the telephone bureau introduced by Zhang Jianguo after solving the household registration problem, and he was busy at work for several years, during which Song Yuanchao also tried to continue to find Li Daqi's whereabouts, but there was no news of him.

It wasn't until much later that Song Yuanchao didn't know that Li Daqi had left Huhai as early as 1979 and went to live in a southern city, and by the time Song Yuanchao finally found out Li Daqi's whereabouts, it was already 2010.

But Song Yuanchao finally failed to meet Li Daqi, because Li Daqi was already terminally ill at that time, and when Song Yuanchao heard the news and asked for leave from the unit and hurried over by plane, Li Daqi had passed away a few hours ago.

Thinking of the regrets of his previous life, and then looking at the young and extremely familiar face in front of him, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but burst into tears.