I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 114 113. What else is missing in your school (5.5K)

   Handed over to National Power Generation...

   There are cameras in the car...

  Everyone started to watch…

  Wang Yi got out of the car decisively!

   No matter in 1982 or 22, his style is the same.

  Be steady and be patient!

   Chen Sheng and Wu Guang said during the uprising, Gou grows up and can be king!

   He said in his heart that he really didn't want to be in the limelight today, what could he do if he was bullied by others? I can only use the famous words of Dharma King Thunder: I think he owes electricity!

  Wang Yi is glad that he found out that the other party was a fool in time, so he just electrocuted him without electric baton spray, otherwise, what would people say if they saw that they could spray water mist from their hands?

   'This master will spray water when he performs gong'!

   He hurriedly pushed the back door, the back door of the car had just closed before it closed tightly, he forced it open and squeezed out.

   Then he heard someone in the car shouting: "Why did the master get out of the car?"

   "Where did the master get off the bus? Isn't the back door closed?"

   "The master left the back door, and the back door opened automatically with a wave of his hand!"

   "No, no, this is a tram. The back door is controlled by electricity. Can you see that there is a wire connected? It's the master who made the power and discharge, and then the back door opened all of a sudden!"

   The uproar in the car was even louder.

  Wang Yi left in a hurry, he went to the next stop after inquiring.

   Had breakfast on the way.

   Although the current economy and policies of Shanghai Capital are at the forefront of the country, the tickets have not been cancelled, and tickets are also required to buy breakfast.

   But all these Wang Xianghong had prepared for him, and he had prepared tickets for the Shanghai capital.

   You have to use food stamps for breakfast. Shanghai is worthy of being a delicate capital. There are half-market food stamps, and you can buy a fried dough stick.

  Wang Yi bought a bowl of soy milk and a rice ball.

   Speaking of which, the food in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai is sweet, but soy milk is salty. He bought the breakfast in the self-operated store. The service attitude is good, and the price is the same as that of the state-run hotel, but it needs less tickets.

  Wang Yi sat down and a woman hurried over and put down a bowl in front of him. The bowl contained chopped green onion, small mustard greens, dried shrimps, soy sauce, and then poured in soy milk—the taste was nothing but a silky smoothie!

   Rice **** are a common breakfast in Shanghai. They belong to high-end breakfasts. The fragrant and soft glutinous rice is wrapped with fried dough sticks, meat floss, dried radish, etc. Because it is soft, it must be eaten while kneading, otherwise the filling will fall out.

   It is said that the food in Shanghai is exquisite, and the exquisiteness is almost stuck between the teeth.

   But in 1982, it was not like this. Soymilk was used in bowls instead of cups. The rice **** were quite long and could be cut in half instead of small rice balls.

  Wang Yi ate half of the rice ball in three mouthfuls, drank the soy milk in two mouthfuls, and went out for a walk after eating: the rice ball is the mortal enemy of diabetics and the king of sugar.

   He got on the train at the platform of the next stop. It was getting late, and there were more people and cars on the road.

The most    is bicycles. Waves of bicycles flow on both sides of the road. During this period, cars and grass-green jeeps drive past.

  The men and women on the bicycles mostly wear blue home cloth overalls, and some are green military hats. They are either workers or public officials, riding on the bicycles with their heads held high and high-spirited.

A group of people happened to get off the car. Wang Yi quickly took up an empty seat and looked out with great interest. He found that the people walking on the street were dressed more avant-garde, especially the girls. The bat shirts that my sister has seen are not uncommon, as well as stick shirts and ski shirts.

   The guys wore relatively simple clothes, mainly white shirts and a pair of trousers. Such guys also had a pen in their chest pocket, as if they were state cadres.

  The conductor strode forward, picked up a wooden ticket holder and asked, "Comrade, where are you going?"

   Wang Yi said: "Hello comrade, I am going to the foreign trade market."

  The conductor said, "Then you need an eight-cent ticket."

   The bus suddenly braked suddenly, and a tide of bicycles came across the front.

  The conductor didn't care about looking for Wang Yi to collect the money. She took out a small red flag with the word "slow" written on it from her satchel, opened the car window and waved it out: "The car is coming, the car is coming, comrades, let it go!"

After the    army of bicycles stabilized, they diverted to the roadside, and the bus restarted.

  The conductor turned around and tore off a green ticket from the row of colorful tickets on the ticket folder and handed it to Wang Yi.

  The ticket is very small, similar to the roll paper of dry tobacco, with the words April 1982 and electricity 862 printed on the top, and below it are the 8 points deducted by the red stamp and the numbers in rows and rows.

  Wang Yi gave her a dime, she was prepared to hand back a two-pointed steel shovel and then find another person.

   There were more and more people coming out of the two stations, and a woman with a child got on the bus.

  The conductor was about to speak when a young man stood up and said enthusiastically, "Sister, come here and sit down."

  The woman hurriedly thanked her, and she said to the little boy in her arms, "Xiaobao quickly say thank you uncle."

  The little boy snuggled into his mother's arms and whispered, "Thank you uncle."

   The young man laughed: "No thanks, kid, your clothes are so beautiful."

  The boy was wearing a small plaid sweater with a red background and a white plaid. At a glance, he knew that he had at least one older sister on it.

  The foreign trade market itself is a station. It is a large unit and uses several office buildings before liberation.

  Wang Yi went to the communication room and took out the letter of introduction to the old man on duty: "Hello, uncle, I want to ask you about someone, Comrade Chen Gu from the Chemical Commodities Department, do you know him?"

  The old man put on his reading glasses to read his letter of introduction, and asked first, "From the outer islands of Wengzhou?"

   Wang Yi nodded.

  The old man laughed: "Comrade from my hometown, haha, are you looking for Chen Gu? Can I not know this boy? His mischievousness is famous in our unit!"

   "Did you go inside and see the five-story building? The Chemical Commodities Section is on the second floor. He happened to be on duty today, and now you can find him."

   At this time, a car arrived, and the old man hurried out to check the situation.

  The car stopped and a girl came out.

  Wang Yi looked back.

  The girl is very fashionably dressed, with a big toad mirror on her face, a white cropped shirt, and black tight-fitting trousers.

   When she got out of the car, everyone on the street and in the factory saluted.

   Wang Yi was amazed.

   Shanghai Capital is Shanghai Capital. This foreign trade market deserves to be engaged in foreign trade. It is too trendy.

   The girl snapped her fingers at the uncle in the reception room with her small bag on her back. The uncle didn't give her a good look: "What are you doing here? Your father is not going to work today."

   "My friend is going to work today." The girl didn't care about his attitude, smiled sweetly, twisted her waist and entered the factory.

   Her destination was also on the fifth floor, and Wang Yi followed behind her.

   Hold your head high and keep your eyes straight.

   stared at the girl specifically.

   is quite eye-catching, hehe.

   Heads popped out of several windows upstairs, and soon someone ran out: "Jiajia, why did you come here today? Yes, did you come to see me?"

  Wang Yi took a look.

   With a split head, sharp eyebrows, and a slender figure, it is Chen Gu!

   His father had a photo of Chen Gu when he was young. The two of them took a group photo side by side. The current Chen Gu is similar to the photo, but the Chen Gu in Wang Yi's memory is not like this.

   In his memory, Uncle Millet always had a sallow complexion and a big belly. People at that time had no medical knowledge. In fact, this was the external manifestation of liver problems.

   The fashionable girl smiled sweetly at Chen Gu: "Good morning, Gu Zi, I have other business today. I'll find you when I'm done."

  Chen Gu hurriedly nodded.

  The fashionable girl happily walked into the office building, and Chen Gu looked at her back in awe.

   When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that there was someone beside him, he turned his head, and a handsome young man in a straight tunic stood solemnly behind him.

   His brows were slightly wrinkled, the corners of his mouth pursed, and his face was a little gloomy.

  Chen Gu felt inexplicable and asked, "Comrade, what are you doing? Why do you keep staring at me?"

   Wang Yi said with a gloomy face: "Comrade Chen Gu from the Chemical Commodities Department?"

   Chen Gu's heart skipped a beat, and he stretched out his hand hurriedly and politely: "Yes, it's me, are you?"

   "Now it's working hours, you should be the duty officer in your department today, right?" Wang Yi touched him and took it back.

  Chen Gu said weakly: "Yes."

  Wang Yi continued to ask: "It's work time now, isn't it?"

   Chen Gu nodded.

   He had a bad feeling.

  Wang Yi asked again: "You have an accident at work, what's going on?"

  Chen Gu explained: "I didn't have an accident, no, comrade, who are you?"

  Wang Yi said: "Who is the leader of your department on duty today? Take me to see him. After seeing him, you will know who I am."

Chen Gu panicked and said: "Comrade, listen to me, you may have misunderstood, ahem, I didn't have an accident, what happened to me? I-I want to go to the transfer room, yes, go to the transfer room to have a look. Is there any letter from me!"

  Wang Yi waved his hand: "Take me to meet your leader, just as I have to show you my identity, let you know who I am!"

  Chen Gu still wanted to explain, but Wang Yi just waved his hands and made a gesture of 'please'. He had no choice but to enter the door with a sad face.

   A man squatted in the corner behind the door.

   The man turned his back to them, throwing a freshly stomped cigarette **** on the ground.

  Chen Gu met with amnesty when he saw this: "Lao Ge, what are you doing here? What are you doing during work..."

   "Ouch." The man squatting on the ground groaned, "Today, today, I have an old stomach problem. The pain, the pain, can't stand it anymore. Ouch, I have to, I have to go to the hospital."

   "No, forget it, I can't deal with personal affairs during working hours now, I'll persevere, persevere."

The    man groaned as if talking to himself, then leaned back against the wall and bent over.

  Chen Gu pointed at him and wanted to curse.

   When I came out just now, your grandson was smoking a cigarette behind the door. He must have heard the words of the person beside him before he acted in a pretentious manner!

  Understanding this, he regretted it for a while, why can't he act? This person may be from the Disciplinary Committee, it will be miserable!

  Each floor is a department. There are many people and offices in the foreign trade market. On the other hand, they also need warehouses and exhibition rooms, so they need more rooms.

  The Chemical Commodities Section is on the second floor, and the corner of the second floor is the director's office. Chen Gu knocked on the door dejectedly: "Leader, are you inside?"

   "Where else can I go if I'm not inside?" A stern voice sounded, "What's the matter with you? Get in here!"

Chen Gu opened the door, there were three desks and only one person was working. He was a fat middle-aged man with a bright top and a white shirt. In front of him was an open newspaper and a porcelain teacup. Children are full.

   When he saw Wang Yi come in, he subconsciously frowned and looked at Chen Gu: "Who is this?"

   Chen Gu spread his hands.

  I don't know who it is, so don't expect me to introduce you.

  Wang Yi walked up quickly and stretched out his hands enthusiastically: "Hello, hello, are you the leader of the Chemical Commodities Section of the Shanghai Foreign Trade Commodity Exchange?"

   "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Wang Yi. I'm the principal of Tianya Primary School of the Wangjia Production Team in Haifu County, Wengzhou City. It's an honor to meet you."

   "Hello, it's nice to meet you too." The leader shook hands with him suspiciously, "But why are you here with us?"

  Wang Yi took out a letter of introduction, a letter of praise and a roll of pennants:

   "On behalf of our production team and our school, I came to thank your unit and you, and thank you for cultivating a good comrade like Chen Gu!"

The    leader took the letter of introduction and the letter of commendation doubtfully and said, "You're not saying the opposite - hey yo, what is this? Is this a pennant?"

  The pennant was opened, the bright red velvet fabric, a circle of yellow beards, a golden flag spike on each side, and a lacquered wooden stick on it. The texture and grade were absolutely overbearing in 1982.

  Wang Yi has inquired about it. The pennants of this era are very common. They are made of gold foil paper materials on the base cloth. At most, there is a simple circle around the outside.

   There is a more simple and straightforward way to write on it with a brush.

   The pennant he gave was different. The golden rows of whiskers were dense and long, and the flag spikes at both ends were huge and neat. The words on it were not gold foil paper, but were woven with golden silk threads:

   Presented to Comrade Chen Gu of Shanghai Foreign Trade Chemical Commodities Section

   Great love to help students, delicate and silent; love education, only Honglongde.

  Tianya Primary School, Wangjia Production Team, Wengzhou City, 1982.4

   The leader of the Chemical Commodities Section was stunned after only one glance.

  This is a pennant?

   Or a pennant presented by a production team primary school? Why do I feel like it's a centrally posted commendation flag? !

  Wang Yi shook hands with the leader eagerly: "Yes, this is the pennant prepared by our production team."

   The leader said in surprise: "Your pennant is extraordinary, where is it made? Drink, the characters on it are the same as those woven with silk threads."

   "It's woven with silk thread." Wang Yi said, "It was our secretary who asked the best-skilled aunt in our team to knit it urgently."

The leader stroked the pennant with novelty and joy: "You are too, too particular, comrades, you can send a letter of thanks, why do you still want to send the pennant? It's still such a good pennant - wait, Chen Gu, what have you done, people thank you so much?"

   He looked at Chen Gu with a puzzled face, and found that Chen Gu looked at him blankly.

   Big eyes and small eyes, fat face to thin face.

  Chen Gu would be stunned.

   Wasn't someone from the Disciplinary Committee here to enforce discipline? How did you come to send thank you letters and pennants? It's enough to send a thank you letter and a pennant, why are you still sending it to me?

   I can still receive pennants in this life like a bear? !

   Seeing his appearance, the leader became anxious, went up to grab his arm, shook it and asked in a low voice, "You didn't do good things for the elementary school? Did they find the wrong person?"

Chen Gu said: "Tianya Elementary School? I did this. I donated all the little books that Director Yu asked me to deal with to the elementary school on Tianya Island in Wengzhou City, oh, this is Tianya Elementary School, and then I gave my I donated the 100 yuan I saved together."

The leader froze for a while: "Have you donated the little book Lao Yu asked you to deal with?"

"He asked me to throw it away. I felt it was a pity to throw it away. I just saw a newspaper report on the situation of Tianya Primary School that day, so I donated them. What happened?" Chen Gu asked, "Should I donate? "

  The leader said again and again: "It should be, it should be!"

   He whispered again: "That's Lao Yu's son's treasure. He thinks that his son only reads the villain's book and doesn't study it, and he gave it to you to scare his son that day!"

   But when he looked at the pennant, he was instantly happy.

   This is not a loss, and even made a profit!

   He patted Chen Gu's arm in admiration and said, "Comrade Chen Gu, I didn't expect you to have the awareness to help education in backward areas. It's very good, the party and the organization did not cultivate you in vain!"

   "But I, the leader, have to criticize you for this matter. What are you criticizing for? You can't do this kind of good thing yourself. It's right to learn from Comrade Lei and do good deeds. You should bring your colleagues to do it together!"

   said he was angry.

  Mom, why don't you bring me with you when you donate to Tianya Primary School? Don't we have both of our names on the pennant when you pull me together?

   So he really criticized Chen Gu: "You said you are wrong, you comrade, ahem."

"Comrade Chen Gu, I usually treat you well. When you get into trouble, I won't help you deal with it? Why don't you tell me when you go to the education aid in the backward areas? Looking for me?"

   "Do you think I have no intention of helping education in backward areas? Do you think I am a big laggard in studying Comrade Lei?"

   "No, Director Yang, I and I are actually going to explore the way and check the situation of other schools, don't you think the principal is here? If you want student education, it's too late now." Chen Gu said helplessly.

   Director Yang thought about it and it really happened.

   He hurriedly hung the pennant on the wall, took Wang Yi's hand and sat down: "Chen Gu, go and make a cup of tea for our comrade principal, I am chatting with comrade principal."

   "Oh, it's just to talk about family life." Director Yang explained to Wang Yi, "My hometown is the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, and I accidentally spoke my hometown dialect."

Wang Yi said: "It turns out that Director Yang, you are after Confucius and Mencius, oh, to be honest, when I saw you just now, I had some guesses about it, because your temperament is relatively unique, and it has the temperament of us to educate these people. , so you are the empress of Confucius and Mencius, no wonder!"

  The two sages of Confucius and Mencius were overthrown more than ten years ago, but now with the improvement of the education system, they are saints again.

"Really?" Director Yang pursed the few strands of hair on his forehead, "To be honest, Comrade Principal, I also had the idea to devote myself to education, but we are a brick in socialist construction. If the government needs me to engage in foreign trade, then I must obey the organization's appointment."

  Wang Yi said with admiration: "Giving up my hobbies for the needs of the country, Director Yang, juniors like me want to learn from you."

   Director Yang waved his hand: "Learn from each other, learn from each other, by the way, is there anything your school lacks now?"

   Wang Yi said embarrassedly: "Director Yang, I came here to send a thank you letter and a pennant this time, not to find your unit for alms."

"Hey, hey, I can't say that. What is almsgiving? The task of helping students and teaching should be done by everyone who can do it. Comrade Chairman said it well. It takes ten years to cultivate trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. The environment needs everyone to take care of it. , Education needs everyone's help!" Director Yang said solemnly.

  Wang Yi looked ashamed: "Director Yang, your education is right. As a teacher, I actually regard education as a matter of money."

   Director Yang smiled slightly: "The sage said that knowing mistakes can improve a lot. Of course, you made a small mistake in thinking, not a mistake. Come on, let's continue."

"What's wrong with your school now? As the leader of Comrade Chen Gu, as one of the deputy directors of the Chemical Commodities Department, and more importantly, as a post-Confucius and Mencius student, I think it is necessary for me to make a certain contribution to the education of our outer islands. ."

   "This is our duty after Confucius and Mencius!"

   (end of this chapter)