After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

84 The Real Copyist

Xiao Wei naturally understood Biyu's good intentions. She just wanted Xiao Wei to stay away and avoid the spotlight for a while.

I wanted to make fun of him, but suddenly I remembered something and said, "Of course I have to go back. I'll take a leave in the afternoon."

Of course, Xiao Wei didn't go home because of her father's illness.

In her memory, her father would be fine this time and would get better in half a year at most.

She was concerned about something else.

I remember that the Rectification and Anti-Rightist Movement had just happened recently, and several teachers in the small town were labeled rightists. One later committed suicide, and another was imprisoned for twenty-one years.

Later, they were all rehabilitated, including his distant uncle Ji Wenyu.

Xiao Wei just didn't understand what the rightists were. Shanzi said that the rightists believed in freedom. Personal freedom, freedom of thought, freedom to do business, freedom to work, freedom to dress and eat, freedom of hobbies, all kinds of freedom.

For this reason, Xiao Wei once questioned: "The martyrs said: Life is precious, but love is more precious. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned. Isn't it talking about freedom? Why oppose it?"

Shanzi laughed: "If everyone is free, it will be difficult for the rulers to rule, and society may be in chaos."

Xiao Wei felt that what Ji Wenyu and his group were against was the current system of banning business and co-operatives. This model was actually the same as playing Landlord, which was to equalize the rich and the poor. Wasn't this what the rulers of all dynasties did when they first established their country?

As for business, rulers all over the world have banned business, believing that businessmen do not create wealth. In the period of reconstruction, when most people are backward in their knowledge, it is understandable that the ban on business was implemented.

Xiao Wei once asked Shanzi: "Is the freedom that the martyrs talked about the same as the freedom advocated by the rightists?"

Shanzi glared at Xiaowei with disdain: "Whoever is on the stage has the final say."

When he was just reborn, Xiao Wei, who believed in cause and effect and fate, wanted to die and would never care about such trivial matters.

It's different now.

Just as you are living a carefree life as you wish, you will feel suffocated if you don't find something to do.

Plus, she had hidden so much food, so she didn’t want to die for the time being.

I want to see what faces everyone has as they fight for her stored food.

She wanted to see how those who had survived the famine because of her food would repay her with evil and bring disaster to her.

And how will I take revenge?

What a fun thing this is! I have never experienced this in my previous life.

It's exciting just thinking about it.

Ji Wenyu didn't expect Xiao Wei to look for him and call him uncle affectionately.

This girl who didn't even take the mayor seriously was not only respectful and friendly, but also gave him two packets of snacks. He was really flattered.

Xiao Wei got straight to the point: "How many good colleagues do you have?"

Ji Wenyu was stunned for a few seconds, but still replied: "Four of them are in middle school, and one is teaching in elementary school."

"Let's make an appointment right away. I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I need your help."

"it is good."

They specially found a private room and waited for everyone to arrive. Xiao Wei took out a booklet of four songs and several articles he got from the children of cadres. They were all so-called left-wing theories, praising the benefits of cooperatives and criticizing the right.

A few people looked at it and showed displeasure on their faces.

Xiao Wei laughed secretly: They are all contrary to your opinions. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?

It's right to be unhappy. This girl is here specifically to make you unhappy.

The intellectuals of this period all had backbone, far from the cynicism of later generations, but this was also the root cause of their sufferings.

Well. It depends on how hard your bones are and whether I can soften them all.

"Just look at how long it takes to hand-copy four songs and nine articles with a fountain pen. However, I can only use my spare time and it cannot affect my work."

He added: "Articles and songs cannot be copied like pamphlets. Each one can only be copied on one side of a piece of paper. It is convenient to stick it on the wall."

Someone immediately questioned: "We need to publicize it. Why not print it?"

Xiao Wei shook her head: "The assignment for students in our school can only be hand-copied."

The teachers understood immediately, just like primary and secondary school students copying words and sentences fifty or a hundred times.

It is normal for college students to plagiarize songs and articles.

Another teacher raised a question: "The handwriting is the same, I'm afraid it's hard to explain."

Xiao Wei asked with a smile: "If every student copied the homework a hundred times and the homework was collected, would you check it carefully?"

Several teachers were immediately amused: "Miss Xiaowei is indeed a colleague, she knows a lot."

"I feel like it would take at least two days to copy the songs and articles."

Xiao Wei nodded. "It's about the same as my budget. Tell me, how much does it cost to make a copy, including paper and ink?"

Seeing the teachers hesitate, Xiao Wei smiled and said, "Don't be polite, just speak up. Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, and besides, we are not close."

Someone finally spoke up: "It's at least 40 cents per serving."

Some people complained that it was too little: "According to our salary, most of the day would be only 60 cents."

"No. Seven cents is right."

Even though he knew they were asking for too much, Xiao Wei still nodded in agreement: "How about this, 80 cents per copy. Each of you help me make 50 copies, and the fonts should be slightly different, but it doesn't matter if they are the same. We should work overtime and finish it within a month, okay?"

Seeing the happy expressions on everyone's faces, Xiao Wei felt relieved.

Someone deliberately expressed embarrassment: "If we work overtime, I estimate it will take at least 40 days."

Xiao Wei waved her hand and said, "It will only take one month. It must be completed."

After saying that, he took out a stack of bills from his bag and counted out forty yuan per person.

Everyone's face was beaming with joy.

As expected, when there is a big reward, there will always be brave men.

After they all collected the money, Xiao Wei reminded: "If someone asks, what will you say?"

"It's good for me to read songs and articles by myself, and copying them is to enhance memory."

"Yes. It has nothing to do with Miss Xiaowei."

"Who is Miss Xiaowei? I don't know her. No, I've never seen her before."

Xiao Wei smiled and said, "It's easy to deal with smart people."

"To avoid being discovered. We can copy the articles in staggered order, or divide them up so that everyone copies something different, and people won't be suspicious."

Xiao Wei praised: "This is a good idea, why didn't I think of it. You can look at everyone's specialties and assign them yourselves, as long as the total number is not small."

Several people roughly divided the tasks: "This is it for now. We can adjust it at any time depending on how well everyone completes it."

"We've been together for so many years, it doesn't matter if it's more or less, no one will be petty."

"Even if we are discovered, we will not betray Miss Xiao Wei."

"Honestly, Miss Xiaowei is more generous than men."

"Everyone in this town says Xiao Wei is a tomboy, and it really lives up to her reputation."

"What tomboy? He's obviously our God of Wealth."

"Ji Wenyu. We are all blessed to have such a good niece."

It was estimated that such a huge workload would take them at least a month. If the movement had not come by then, they would have to increase the workload.

My money, it’s all my money.

Seeing the six teachers drinking happily, Xiao Wei's heart was bleeding, but he had to pretend to be a big shot: "This meal is on my table. I'll come back in a month to pick it up, and then we can enjoy it again."