With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming looked at his watch at two o'clock in the morning and saw Dahuang roaring at the intersection. He was sure that there was a thief hiding in the dark night.

The people who came out for a walk at this time were unusual. They might be brick thieves. There was no moon in the sky and his eyes went dark. Xue Ming took out his box of cannons and waited for him to come over.

The barking of the dogs gradually stopped, and a little light appeared in the yard. Liu Yue'e came out with a kerosene lamp, "My child, what is the name of rhubarb?"

"It's okay, go back to sleep." Xue Ming sent his mother away and went into the space to sleep. The thieves did not dare to come because there was rhubarb stealing bricks.

A careful inspection the next morning found no missing bricks. The southwest corner of the intersection was Zhu Laoer's house. There was a pile of sand outside the fence yard. Xue Ming found two footprints on the pile.

Looking at the size of the footprints, he looked like a child no more than 10 years old. He immediately thought of his cheap cousin Xue Erdan, who loved sneaking around.

The last time he stole steamed buns, he was beaten up by Xue Ming. Zhao Tian, ​​who urinated in a well a few days ago, deducted his father's work points because the people in Zhao Village all ate the water from that well.

"What are you doing, Daming?" Zhao Tian held a cigarette in his mouth, "The wall will be officially built tomorrow. Go to the town and buy a firecracker."

It is customary to set off firecrackers when building a wall. There happens to be a market in the town today where we can buy some wheat. We can also go to the supply and marketing cooperative to inquire about the schooling of our younger brothers and sisters.

After breakfast, Zhao Tian brought him a letter of introduction, and Xue Ming rode 25 miles to the Guangming County Post and Telecommunications Bureau, where two female staff members were chatting at the counter.

Xue Ming took out a piece of paper from his schoolbag and said, "Hello, comrade, I would like to send a letter."

"How much did you pay for your foreign car?" The salesperson with braided hair glanced at the bicycle outside the door.

"It's less than 200 yuan, please help me, comrade." Xue Ming said with a smile.

The salesperson handed over an envelope with the leader's portrait and quotations printed on it. Xue Ming took out a pen and wrote the recipient's address, recipient's name, and sender's address in the corresponding positions.

After writing the envelope, he put the letter paper in it and handed it to the salesperson. The salesperson was stunned when he saw the envelope, "Osaka, Japan? Yamada Kirie? Wait a minute!"

After saying that, he glanced at the door. Two armed postal militiamen came behind Xue Ming. The salesperson took the envelope and left the business hall through the back door.

Xue Ming realized that he was hasty. It seems that this posture will not arrest me as a spy.

Suddenly I remembered that Japanese spies had planned an attack on the military parade during the founding of the People's Republic of China, and I couldn't help but feel numb.

The salesperson came in with four more armed militiamen. Their faces were wary, "Comrade, please come with us, Director Qian wants to talk to you."

"Okay." Xue Ming was surrounded by them, walked out of the business hall and was taken into a house.

Sitting across from the desk was a middle-aged man, wearing a military uniform with a red armband and a leader's badge on his chest, giving people a sense of calm and self-power.

"My name is Qian Wenkai. Please show me your letter of introduction." Qian Wenkai pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

Xue Ming sat upright and took out a letter of introduction to him. The envelope on his desk was the one he just wrote.

After checking the letter of introduction, Qian Wenkai pointed to the envelope and asked, "Can you tell me the story about you and Yamada Kirō?"

"Okay, he is a traveler and literature lover. I went to the provincial capital to buy a bicycle and met him half a month ago." Xue Ming told how he met Yamada Kirō and concealed the transaction of the manuscript of "The Sinking of Japan".

Qian Wenkai couldn't fault it, so he took out the letter paper from the envelope, opened it and put it in front of Xue Ming, "Comrade Xue Ming, please explain what this painting means."

On the white paper is a cartoon drawn by Xue Ming. The background is the endless yellow land, and a tiger with two wings looks at the end of the land.

There is a blessing written in pen on it, "I wish Yamada-kun and Kubota-kun their publishing career will be even more prosperous."

Kubota Co., Ltd. is a long-established Japanese tractor manufacturer and a world-renowned machinery and equipment manufacturing group in the future.

The meaning of this cartoon is to ask Yamada Kirie to help him build a tractor so that he can cultivate 15 acres of farmland in space with even greater power.

I don’t know if Yamada Kirie can understand it, and I don’t know if he can bring the tractor to China after he understands it. I just wrote this letter to express a good wish, but I didn’t expect to become a spy suspect.

"Comrade Qian, Yamada Kirrang is preparing to publish his literary works in Japan. I painted this painting to send him blessings." Xue Ming answered the question neither humble nor overbearing.

Qian Wenkai frowned. He had read it many times just now and couldn't see anything fishy. He couldn't see anything fishy from Xue Ming's expression or words.

"This letter is going to be sent by air express. You put the stamps on it first." Qian Wenkai took out five stamps and handed them to Xue Ming, and put the glue on the table next to the envelope.

The rectangular stamp is printed in black and white. There is a row of truck fronts parked in a factory workshop. It says "Commemoration of the factory of my country's self-made automobiles". The face value of the stamp is 8 cents.

Xue Ming unscrewed the glue and affixed five stamps. It cost 5 cents to send a letter to Japan. When he used glue to seal the envelope, Qian Wenkai stopped him.

Looking at his half-smiling face, Xue Ming understood that this letter would probably be handed over to the public security or counterintelligence agency for review.

If there is no problem with the review, the post and telecommunications office will send the letter out. If they think there is a problem, they will send someone to the Zhaocun Brigade to arrest Xue Ming.

In fact, the situation before him was what he expected, but it was too tiring to cultivate 15 acres of land with an old cow. If he upgraded to another 15 acres of farmland in the future, it would be absolutely tiring.

You can't ask anyone for help when farming in space, not even your own mother. After weighing the pros and cons, Xue Ming decided to write this letter.

Qian Wenkai smiled and said, "Comrade Xue, please give me the postage, and then you can leave."

Xue Ming gave him [-] cents for stamps, and was sent to the gate of the post office by four postal soldiers. He then left directly on his bicycle. People nowadays are indeed very vigilant.

I went to the commune market twice and was a little disappointed. The market only sold sweet potatoes and other vegetable grains, but not wheat, rice and other fine grains.

Xue Ming walked to a taro stall and asked, "Do you have any wheat? Rice is fine too."

The woman waved her hands repeatedly, "Comrade, don't waste your time. Only city people can eat wheat and rice, and we ordinary people can only eat dried sweet potatoes."

After asking five stalls, there was no wheat for sale. Xue Ming could only leave in anger and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two firecrackers and four kickers.

Suddenly I found a row of pesticide-like bottles on the shelf, with hexachlorocyclohexane written on the label. "Hello, comrade, are these pesticides?"

"Of course [-] is a pesticide, it can kill aphids and red spider mites." The saleswoman pursed her lips and smiled. Are there any farmers these days who don't know about [-]?

The chemical formula of hexachlorocyclohexane is c6h6ci6, but most people only know three 6's, so they call it [-].

"Give me 10 bottles." Xue Ming immediately took out the money from his pocket. Since growing wheat, pesticides are indispensable.

"Don't pay. Private purchases are not allowed. Let your brigade leader come over with the commune approval slip and the pesticide distribution book."

"So expensive? You can't buy it even if you have money and tickets?"

"Go to the leader. If he agrees to sell it, I will sell it to you."