Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

The next morning, Yan Fugui came to Jia Dongxu's house with mooncakes. To his disappointment, Jia Dongxu was not polite to him at all. He directly took the mooncake and handed it to Banggeng without even saying thank you.

Banggeng ate the mooncakes and forgot about stealing the money. Unknowingly, the Jia family's small treasury escaped disaster.

A few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Director Wang from the Street Office came to the courtyard early in the morning with a few people. When Director Wang introduced that the people following him were reporters, the whole courtyard was immediately in an uproar. Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui hurried to greet them warmly.

After the pleasantries were over, Director Wang said to Yi Zhonghai: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, our compound organized the entire compound to celebrate the festival together, and also let the neighbors perform on stage. This innovative way of celebrating the festival has received very good response. These journalists are here to interview and publicize it, and strive to promote this good way of celebrating the festival."

Hearing Director Wang say this, Yi Zhonghai's smile froze immediately. The reporters beside him didn't know what was going on. The leader, reporter Liu, took a pen and a small notebook and asked directly, "Excuse me, gentlemen, which comrade first proposed the performance?"

These three uncles all wanted to say that they were the ones who proposed it. Liu Haizhong wanted to become famous through the interview and strive for a high position in the factory, while Yi Zhonghai wanted to improve his status in the compound through the interview.

But with so many people watching, it was impossible to pretend. Yi Zhonghai felt even more depressed and uncomfortable when he thought that Wang Bo was going to become famous.

Seeing that the other two were silent, Yan Fugui had no choice but to open his mouth and say, "This idea was first proposed by Comrade Wang Bo, a progressive youth in our compound. Of course, it was also approved by the leaders of our three compounds. We participated in it throughout the process. You can ask us if you have any questions."

Reporter Liu had seen all kinds of people before. When he heard what Yan Fugui said, he knew that this uncle was trying to steal the credit, so he said directly, "Let Comrade Wang Bo come and talk to us."

The three of them had no choice but to ask someone to call Wang Bo over.

Wang Bo went to the black market again yesterday and sold the grain and vegetables he had harvested in the space courtyard this week. Early in the morning, he was still sleeping with his butt sticking up when he was called out of bed. When he tidied up and came to the middle courtyard, he saw a group of people waiting for him with small notebooks.

These reporters were very curious when they saw how young Wang Bo was. When they learned that Wang Bo was only seventeen years old, had no relatives or friends, and made a living by riding a tricycle and carrying heavy bags, they all praised Wang Bo.

Afterwards, Wang Bo told them the process of the Mid-Autumn Festival performance. Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui rushed to add many details. The whole process made these reporters admire again and again.

After listening to the speech, reporter Liu said with emotion: "This Mid-Autumn Festival party in the compound really taught us a lesson. Our vast working people are willing and capable of organizing celebrations. I think this way of celebrating the festival can be promoted. When the time comes, every compound, every village, and every commune in our country will gather together and celebrate the festival happily. How wonderful it will be!"

This statement was highly agreed by everyone present, and they all expressed their desire to publish it in the newspaper for publicity and promotion.

Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong both laughed out loud after hearing this. After all, they were also on the list of organizers of the event. Only Yi Zhonghai had a rough face and looked neither crying nor laughing.

Director Wang was also very happy. After all, this good thing happened in the street under her jurisdiction. She would also gain face if she reported it, and maybe she could even climb up the ladder.

Thinking of this, she smiled and said to Wang Bo, "For a talent like Wang Bo, it would be a waste of his talent to ride a tricycle. So, the steel mill has just allocated a few quotas to our street. Tomorrow, Wang Bo will go to the street office to ask me for a letter of introduction so that he can show off on the big stage of the steel mill."

After Director Wang said this, the reporters were not shocked, but the three uncles were all stunned, especially Yi Zhonghai, whose face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a dead fly. However, this matter was proposed by Director Wang, so he could not object, and he felt even more depressed.

Wang Bo was also surprised after hearing this. He thought about it and realized that the disadvantage of working in a factory was that he would not be so free. He would work six days a week, from eight in the morning to five in the evening every day, and occasionally work overtime.

The advantage is that I have a stable job. If I live my whole life in this world, I will have an advantage in getting married. Even if the unreliable "emotional system" fails, I will have a guarantee. Even if I really have had enough, the worst that can happen is to quit.

Thinking of this, Wang Bo made a decision immediately, "Thank you, Director Wang. I will go to the street office to see you tomorrow."

After hearing Wang Bo's agreement, Director Wang smiled even more happily, "You are a good young man. Go to the steel rolling mill and work hard to make contributions to the country and the people."

Just when people were having fun, a discordant voice was heard.

"Comrade Wang Bo, you are only seventeen years old and not well educated. How did you come up with the idea of ​​organizing a performance for the whole hospital to celebrate the festival?"

Following the voice, the speaker was a young, slightly plump reporter named Su. He looked at Wang Bo seriously, as if waiting for Wang Bo to make a mistake.

Wang Bo thought that there are all kinds of birds in the forest, but some people just can't stand others doing well, even if that person has nothing to do with him.

He was thinking about it, but he said directly: "I went to the Tianqiao during the Chinese New Year before, and I thought it would be so lively during the Chinese New Year and other festivals. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, people from the compound gathered together, which reminded me of the various performances on the Tianqiao. So I asked the neighbors if there were any who could go on stage. I didn't expect that the neighbors in the compound were so talented that they really put on this evening party."

After hearing what Wang Bo said, reporter Su didn't want to let him go, and continued with a stern face, "Since you organized a performance, why didn't you carry out revolutionary education?"

This little thing is taking advantage of me.

Wang Bo also frowned and said coldly: "How can there be no revolutionary education? Teacher Yan's children took the lead in singing "The Internationale", Liu Haizhong's children recited the old man's "Qin Yuan Chun" to us, and Teacher Yan also explained to us the Four Crossings of the Chishui River. Which one is not revolutionary education?"

Hearing Wang Bo dare to refute, reporter Su was so angry that his face turned red, and he shouted directly: "But what about the other programs? Singing operas, dancing Yangge, playing with swords, guns, sticks and clubs, they can only entertain people, how can they have any educational significance! Without educational significance, it is not a good program!"

Wang Bo got angry when he heard this, and he also raised his voice, "We receive education 365 days a year, why not let people relax for one or two nights during the New Year and other festivals? Why do we have to worry about this one or two nights of programs!"

Reporter Na Su stood up and said, "Education is a constant process. It cannot stop for even a second. If something has no educational significance, it is better not to do it!"

Wang Bo was so angry at his twisted logic that he asked back with a smile: "Reporter Su, do you poop or pee? Who is educating you when you squat to pee? What is the educational significance of pooping while standing? When you and your wife were lying on the bed giving birth, was your wife also educating you all the time?"