"Li Dong, why can't it be such a coincidence?"

Jiang Juan muttered, a little unsure After reading these two poems, Jiang Juan's eyes flashed. "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light, a generation, really good writing. ”

This sentence is too literary, it goes deep into the inside, making Jiang Juan's body tremble, and her soul bursts out of a comfortable moan, too deep, too thoughtful. "Li Dong, what a genius. ”

"What's that?"

"Li Dong, isn't this the nephew of Li's second family, you also know him, let me tell you, don't mix with him. Aunt Jiang listened to her granddaughter talking about Li Dong, and was startled, but don't follow this kid.

Then she has no face to live, Aunt Jiang is a little disdainful of Li Dong, and she is tinkering with it every day, and she doesn't know what to do.

"Milk, I'll go to Zhang Feng's house. ”

Saying that, Jiang Juan ran out with the star poetry magazine, and Aunt Jiang hurriedly chased after her. "This kid, it's eaten, why are you still running around. "Don't go to Li Dong's house, that kid is not a serious person, I didn't say this, but I really thought so in my heart.

Now there is no serious work in these years, that is, second-rate people, bastards, who are annoyed when they see it, temporary workers, unemployed young people are better than this, but they don't work in the countryside, what kind of people are messing around, for the older generation, these people are not serious.

Jiang Juan was out of breath when she ran, and she didn't have much distance to run, so she was too eager. "What's wrong?" Zhang Feng saw Jiang Juan, still a little confused, what is this.

"Is your book there?"

"Books, what books?"

Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand. "The book that Li Dong wrote. ”

"When I was a child, you see, I told you that what I wrote was really wonderful. Zhang Feng took out the special issue of his childhood, and Jiang Juan opened it for comparison, the name of the angry Li Dong, plus the address with a small tail.

That's right, really the same person? Jiang Juan thought that she had a little contempt just now? People are modest, and they say that there is no article in the star poetry magazine, which is too modest. "It's really the same person?"

"What the same person?"

"Look? These two poems?"

Jiang Juan handed the Star Poetry Journal to Zhang Feng? Zhang Feng muttered and took it over to take a closer look. "Li Dong wrote it, it's really good. ”

"Why don't you let him go? ”

Li Dong: Will this speed up a little? Sudden overtaking of donkey carts, bicycles? Smoke all the way? It is indispensable that the sudden sound scares other people's horses, donkeys or something, and they are scolded a few words.

"Dog days, what's that? Such a big move. ”

Back to the Commune? Li Dong wiped his face, but he fell into dust, alas, the worst thing in these years is that there is too much dust on the road, pat? Trembling, Li Dong stopped the black eagle.

Coming to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau? Zong Hongbing was not there, but Hu Xiaoxin was there, and when he saw Li Dong, he said with a smile. "You're here too coincidentally? It just so happens that there are some of your letters here. ”

"So much?"

Good guy, Li Dong was stunned at this time, there are at least hundreds of seals in this pile. "What's the matter? ”

"I don't know that? I just picked it up for you. ”

"Thanks? It just so happens that my special issue is out here? I'll give you a copy. ”

"Really, thank you so much. ”

Hu Xiaoxin took it with a smile. "It's so beautiful. ”

"Look at me, I'll help you pretend. ”

Hundreds of letters from readers, Li Dong still took some effort to pack them up, and the communication between readers and authors in these years can only be through letters, many of them are young readers, Li Dong glanced at the readers who want to come to the next 30 years.

After loading and greeting Hu Xiaoxin, Li Dong rode to the commune to deliver a special issue.

"For the people, are Secretary Liang and Secretary Gao there?"

"It's time to get off the production team. ”

"Then you can bring it for me. ”

Two special children's editions were handed to Gao Weimin. "Okay. ”

"I almost forgot, you can also help me piggyback on this book, Accountant Wang. ”

Accountant Wang has a lot of dealings, and every time he receives subsidies, he helps to do it, and the last time he talked about the special issue, he mentioned that there was a teenage child at home, and he happened to send a book.

"No problem. ”

"Then I'll go first. ”

When he came to the primary school, Li Dong found Teacher Wang Jing and talked about his donation.

"Really, great. ”

Wang Jing applauded when she heard it, and she also found the principal. "Comrade Li Dong, thank you so much. ”

"You're so polite. ”

Donate five copies, a special issue of children's times, the principal also wants to invite Li Dong to give a speech, Li Dong is embarrassed to agree, so what is it for the children.

"Next Monday, then. ”

"Okay, headmaster, you can arrange it. ”

Li Dong is quite helpless, he has to go on stage to donate a book, why don't you prepare it, the manuscript can't be too long, it's almost half an hour. Back in Hanzhuang, Li Dong put the fruit back in the house, and put away the rest of the children's special issues and letters.

I changed my clothes, washed my hair, and it was really much more comfortable, the weather was really dry, it didn't rain, and the dusty run was really dusty. "As for the ticket I brought, it almost happened. ”

Hurry up to get the dirty clothes out, take out the ticket, fortunately I didn't pour water, or it would be soaked, but the calf would be finished.

took out the tickets, stacks of new tickets, Li Dongxin said to find out if there were any sewing tickets, and Li Dong was stunned, this fat man is too capable, a dozen sewing tickets are twelve, this is not a pit person.

What do I want so many sewing tickets for, and six TV tickets, Li Dong is sore that this ticket is 79 years Yes, but the time will not be used until March. Li Dong hurriedly put away the TV coupons, hell, it's unclear that this is going to be discovered.

also put away the sewing tickets, leaving only one that was enough, just in case Li Dong checked all the tickets, spread out a table, this guy has nearly a thousand catties of food stamps alone.

There are more than 50 cloth tickets, more than 30 pounds of various pastry tickets, 20 pounds of biscuit tickets, 20 soap tickets, 30 pounds of oil tickets, 30 pounds of soy products, 50 pounds of meat tickets, 20 boxes of cigarette tickets, and the most excessive is to get 100 boxes of match tickets.

Profiteer, Li Dong can't wait to go back and kill that fat man now, there are a lot of good things such as kerosene tickets, egg tickets, fish tickets, and wine tickets, and this is enough for a big fat year. "If you forget these match tickets, you can't use them. ”

It's good to go back and send someone else, and some other tickets are good things, whether it's giving someone a favor or changing things, it's a good thing.

"Let it dry first, it's just a little damp. ”

Li Dong was careful that the ticket was paved, and it should be no problem to dry it for a while, taking advantage of this time Li Dong looked through some readers' letters, quite a lot of children, I have to go back and write an open letter to send to my childhood, which is a reply to these young readers.

"Huh?"

I opened a few letters and wrote the same, introduced myself, liked the characters in it, and so on, but I didn't expect that the fifth letter was in a bit of a situation and fell out of a few tickets, Li Dong picked it up and looked at the food stamps, which were still military.

What's the situation, I ordered a little five catties, this year's monthly food stamps can be exchanged for money, good things, why don't you send it to yourself in the letter, Li Dong took a closer look at it and it was written by a literary young man, saying that he especially likes to face the sea and wear warm flowers.

Because Li Dong wrote that he cared about vegetables, firewood, etc., he was afraid that Li Dong would not be able to eat enough, so he took out five catties from his food stamps and gave it to Li Dong. "I'll go. ”

What are you kidding, and then Li Dong found out that there is not a cloth ticket, but also a pastry ticket, all of which can be used well across the country, Li Dong was dumbfounded, and now the readers are much cuter than the future generations.

Look at it, I've thought about food and clothing, it's so cute.

Future generations of readers should really study hard, Li Dong sighed, alas, what's the matter, there are too many tickets, there is not enough money, how good it is for everyone to give money directly.

"Knock knock. ”

"Who?"

Li Dong muttered and got up to open the door, and saw that it was Han Weijun. "Brother Weijun, what's the matter, come into the house and say. ”

"It's a matter of pulling stones, what's the matter, what are you?"

As soon as he entered the room, Han Weijun was dumbfounded, there were a bunch of bills on Li Dong's Eight Immortals table, and Han Weijun's eyes were about to fall to the ground, there were too many, how many votes did this have.

"Ahh ”

Li Dong slapped his forehead, it's broken, something happened, how can this guy explain it, after all, there are a lot of subsidy tickets, but there are not so many.

"it, I'm careless. ”

I just read a letter from a reader, and I forgot about the ticket for a while, so I didn't just open the door with a big grin, what a whole now.

Li Dong's mind was spinning, and suddenly it occurred to him, why is he so smart.

It's not a ready-made reason, it's great, and there's another reason for that.

"Brother Wei Jun, do you drink tea?"

"Ah, tea. ”

Han Weijun subconsciously nodded and sat down, only then did he remember that something was wrong. "This, Dongzi, why do you have so many votes. ”

"Ah, that's what you say. ”

Li Dong didn't care about waving his hand. "This is not a letter from a reader, I just think, readers like their own articles, we can't chill people's hearts, this is not I just read one by one, who knows that some readers stuffed food stamps and cloth stamps in the envelope, I am afraid that I will not be warm, I will not be full, this is not a hundred letters down so much. ”

Good guy, Han Weijun was dumbfounded, this was given by someone, why don't these readers send letters to themselves, send tickets, what kind of tickets are these, Han Weijun glanced at it, military cloth tickets, and undershirt tickets.

"And military food stamps. ”

"Meat ticket. ”

There are a lot of daily necessities, there are even a stack of meat tickets, and there are even industrial coupons, this is really everything, Han Weijun was envious, and shouted in his heart, this piece of paper not only has a manuscript fee, but also a subsidy, and now there are so many readers sending tickets.

What's worse, I don't know what to say, Han Weijun is envious, Li Dong wiped a cold sweat and fooled the past. "Brother Wei Jun, do you see if you are going to drive a tractor. ”

"Yes, yes, drive a tractor, put away your ticket, don't blow it off. ”

"I'll put it away. ”

Li Dong sighed helplessly. "Alas, there are still more than a hundred letters that I haven't read, and I heard that there are hundreds of letters to be sent in the past few days, and I don't have time to think of new ones. ”

Han Weijun looked at Li Dong, now there is a demon in his heart, kill this bastard, you don't want to give it to me, I can open the letter until dawn, without regrets.

"Hey, Brother Wei Jun, what do I tell you, only the author understands this hard work. ”

As he spoke, he didn't notice that Han Weijun's hands trembled, he couldn't hold it back, and he really wanted to hammer this thing to death.

Han Weijun decided to tell Han Fu later and educate Comrade Li Dong well. "Let's go, drive the tractor, everyone is waiting for you. "I can't stay for a minute, it's so annoying.

"What are you, Guard, what are you talking about?"

South Korea's rich one listens to how high he jumps, a table of tickets.

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