Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

Qu Mei not only does what she says, but also does it very quickly.

The next morning, during breakfast, someone brought a stack of foreign exchange certificates and handed her a special approval slip.

He agreed with Yang Qingdai on a time to go to the Cultural Relics Bureau, handed the foreign exchange coupons and approval slips to them, and left with the visitor.

Tang Danbai, who was standing by, watched them with great interest as they discussed which warehouse to visit in the afternoon. He couldn't help but ask, "I happen to be free today. Can I go with you to take a look?"

"What are you going to do?" Tang Danni's eyes were filled with disgust.

Tang Danbai was very upset. Was his sister becoming less and less happy to see him?

Before Tang Danbai could speak, Tang Danni added, "We are just like scavengers, picking and choosing among the messy, dusty old things. You dress up brightly and beautifully every day, so don't ruin your clothes and your hair that looks like it was licked by a cow's tongue."

These words made Tang Danbai laugh and cry.

Yang Qingdai and the others laughed without restraint at all.

Isn't it?

It was still chilly in spring, and they were all wearing either cotton-padded jackets or thick woolen coats. Only this big brother was wearing a thin leather jacket made in Hong Kong, with his hair combed back and shiny with oil, and he spoke with a Hong Kong accent.

Yang Qingdai dared to bet that if he did not carry various documents with him wherever he went, he would be taken away for investigation as a "spy" in a moment.

She remembered that loudspeakers in many places should be playing slogans such as "Beware of the sugar-coated bullets around you" and "Beware of spies around you" in a loop, and there are also various slogans at the entrance of the village.

"Brother Tang, if you go there like this, people who don't know you will probably mistake you for a tourist buying souvenirs." Yang Qingshan finally stopped laughing.

It is very likely that there are many foreign faces on the streets of Beijing, as well as Asian faces from other places overseas.

"It's better than being taken away as that or something."

Wang Changfeng added this coldly, attracting everyone's attention.

It seems that something happened before that they don’t know about.

Everyone stared at Wang Changfeng with an expression of "I really want to know".

Aunt Wang standing by didn't say anything and slapped him on the back of his head: "Eat quickly, and go to work after you finish eating."

Wang Changfeng muttered quietly, "Am I still your biological child? Every day, you either beat me or scold me."

Yang Qingdai and others smiled silently with their heads down. Aunt Wang is really becoming more and more "lively and lovely" now.

When I first started living with them, I felt very restrained and always unconsciously regarded myself as a servant.

It was also after these days of getting along, and Tang Danni constantly pestering the old lady to teach her how to paint with ink and wash, that she gradually started to eat with everyone and chat with them in her spare time.

Wang Changfeng finished his meal in a hurry and rode Yang Qingdai's bicycle to work.

Before he went out, he saw Tang Danbai going back to the house to change clothes. He would definitely follow them to the Cultural Relics Bureau today, and the female comrades would definitely take his car.

When Tang Danbai, who had changed into a gray cotton coat and trousers and had a messy hair, drove with Yang Qingdai and the other two to the Cultural Relics Bureau, Wang Changfeng had already finished the meeting, and Xiao Li and Xiao Chen were already waiting for them at the "pile of junk".

Do the comrades in the Cultural Relics Bureau really treat them as "laborers"?

Thinking that today is my last day to help here, I rolled up my sleeves and started working hard.

He acted like a bandit, unceremoniously pushing aside all the good things he liked.

Xiao Li and Xiao Chen, who were preparing to register, almost popped their eyes out of their heads.

They looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

They all looked at Wang Changfeng in unison, as if asking what was going on.

Wang Changfeng cleared his throat, "Today is a little special. They will start school the day after tomorrow, so they won't come to our bureau to help tomorrow."

These words hit Xiao Li and Xiao Chen like a bolt from the blue. "School has started, so you're not coming?"

Oh my god, are they going to start picking and choosing among piles of junk again?

"Doesn't school start until the day after tomorrow? Can't you still come tomorrow?" Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly became dull, as if he had completely lost hope.

Wang Changfeng smiled helplessly, "We should let them have a good rest, adjust their condition, and report to the university in the best possible manner. That's a university. The college entrance examination was just resumed, and they all got admitted to good schools in Beijing.

He is truly a rare talent, a child of destiny. I envy him so much."

Wang Changfeng spoke with admiration on his face, as if he was the one who failed to get into college and was particularly envious of them for being able to.

Yang Qingshan, who had just stepped in, couldn't help but shudder when he saw his expression and felt disgusted.

"Comrade Yang Qingshan, if you have time after school starts, will you come over?" Xiao Li said sincerely.

It doesn’t matter whether the other few come or not, but they have to keep a close eye on this young man that their director has high hopes for.

"Come on, I promised Director Yan." Yang Qingshan smiled innocently, "As long as the schoolwork is not tight and I have free time, I will come to help and study these things by the way."

After he said that, Xiao Li and Xiao Chen felt relieved.

The car sent by Qu Mei showed up at the entrance of the Cultural Relics Bureau on time. When Yang Qingdai went out to pick it up, the old man at the gate asked her curiously, "What is this car for?"

"Oh, they are just some people who are here to collect junk." Yang Qingdai handed the old man a cigarette. "Didn't Director Yan say that there are too many unwanted junk in the warehouse, which takes up space? So, I contacted a few people. Today, while we are here, I will send a car to collect all the junk, so as to make more space in the bureau."

The uncle knew about this matter. When he got off work yesterday, Director Yan specifically told him about it. He just didn't expect the car to arrive so quickly.

He gave Yang Qingdai a thumbs up and said, "You are great, little comrade.

Those things have been piled up in the warehouse for a long time. Director Yan has begged and pleaded with everyone in order to sell them, but no one is willing to take them over.

The old things had not been cleared out, and half-old things had continued to be stuffed in, which made him very worried.

Comrade, are these people reliable? Don't send the things back when the time comes, okay?"

The old man’s worries are not unnecessary.

When I first came to help, I saw someone pulling a cart out, and then bringing it back intact after a long time.

At that time, Director Yan's face was so dark that it reminded her of Captain Wang Kangkang who was far away in the Qingshan Brigade and Su Heitan in the south.

"Uncle, don't worry, the money has been paid." Yang Qingdai comforted the uncle, "After all, I am just a junk collector. It doesn't matter where I collect it, right?"

"Did you really give me money?"

"Yeah." Yang Qingdai nodded.

People nowadays are all worried about any slightest damage to the collective interests.