The brigade cadres organized all the members to go to the threshing ground to vote for the Workers and Peasants University.
Wang Shouquan stood on the stage. "There is only one spot available! Candidates, please stand on the stage."
Although there were 65 eligible candidates this time, there were only 52 candidates. Everyone had a sign with a big number on it.
The remaining few are like Zhengkang, who have already started a family and naturally cannot abandon their wives and children to go to that university.
Although there is no tuition fee for going to university and there is a subsidy every month, it is not much. It is enough to barely support myself, let alone support a family.
The fifty-two people stood in front one by one, and each of them gave a speech, apparently trying to canvass for votes.
Qian Shulan moved a small stool and sat down below. Xiao Min sat next to her and played skipping rope with her good friend.
Before this, she had already revealed to others that her daughter Yunping also wanted to go to college.
Several people who were on good terms with her, such as Xu Cuilan's family, Liu Yueqin's family, and the Qian family, all agreed to give the quota to Yunping.
But with only a few dozen people, the chances of winning are not great.
Qian Shulan touched a sack of things beside her and quietly looked at Yun Ping who was canvassing for votes on the stage. The people below had different expressions.
Some discussed it, some ignored it, some applauded it, and some showed disdain. But most of them refused to even raise their heads.
If she doesn't go, it seems that Yunping's chance of going to college this time is very slim.
Liu Yueqin sat next to her and saw that she had been holding the mouth of the sack tightly. She was puzzled, "Third sister-in-law, what is this sack? You actually brought it here during the meeting?"
Qian Shulan smiled and said, "You'll know in a moment."
After waiting for everyone to finish speaking, Wang Shouquan stood on the stage again and asked everyone to vote.
Qian Shulan stood up and strode over with the half sack of things in her hand.
Xiao Min, who had been sitting next to her and playing, immediately came to her senses and woke up Sun Daqin who was dozing off.
Qian Shulan said a few words to Wang Shouquan, who, in a daze, handed the loudspeaker in his hand to Qian Shulan.
Qian Shulan turned on the loudspeaker and shouted directly to the sleepy crowd below, "It's time to give out money!"
Give money? The people who were originally sleepy and staggering, heard these two words, as if they were electrocuted, and stood up straight. Their eyes opened instantly, "Give money?"
“Are you really giving out money?”
“Is this true or false?”
"It's only the middle of the month, why are you giving out money?"
Qian Shulan bent down and placed the half sack of money in bundles on the table. The people below stared in amazement.
Qian Minghua frowned slightly, "Why did her aunt divide the money from the chicken farm without even notifying us?"
"This is the money our food factory has earned during this period."
Qian Minghua's brows relaxed and a look of surprise returned.
Everyone else was like, "How is this possible?"
Qian Shulan took out a notebook from her bag and said, "I have already obtained the consent of the brigade cadres. I will distribute the money from the food factory this time. Later, after distributing the money, we will also select the accountant for the food factory."
When the members heard her say this, they all looked at the brigade cadres standing nearby.
Their faces were a little complicated. They had indeed held a meeting before, and Qian Shulan said that all the money earned before would be distributed to the members below. After the accounts were cleared, they would be handed over to the new accountant, so that she could relax a little.
Considering that she indeed had several jobs and was also old, everyone agreed.
But who would have thought that there would be so many, there should be more than 80,000, right
Everyone looked at Qian Shulan with eager eyes, as if she was the money-giving dumpling.
Qian Shulan cleared her throat and said in a calm voice, "Before distributing the money, let me first report to you on my work during this period."
She opened her notebook, found each account, and read it.
First, the sales of department stores in county towns, then department stores in provincial capitals, and finally all over the country.
Finally, she concluded, "This time, after deducting the cost and taxes paid, our food factory still has 89,643 yuan left."
The people below applauded, it was really amazing, their products could not only be sold abroad, but also all over the country.
The members who were originally angry at Qian Shulan's inaction no longer had any complaints.
Qian Shulan put down her notebook, looked at the people below, sighed heavily, tears welled up in her eyes, and said, "I know that everyone has doubts about my leadership ability."
She patted her chest and said, "I feel bad. I didn't expect that after living together for decades, everyone would look at me like this. The chicken farm in our production team was built up by me bit by bit. I also figured out the method of raising earthworms bit by bit. The chicken farm is the result of my hard work, which is more important than my children. I have been the factory director for more than ten years and have been running this factory.
County Chief Jiang begged me to help with the hatching of the chicks. I was a little hesitant at first, but when I saw other production teams living in dire straits, I felt so bad that I couldn't refuse. I agreed and kept thinking about how to sell our eggs.
But before I could come up with a solution, everyone blamed me and blamed me! I was complaining in my heart, blaming you for being cruel, blaming you for only thinking about yourself and not thinking about everyone, and not having any spirit of unity. Later, I figured it out myself, it’s not that you are cruel, but that everyone is afraid of being poor, and I felt a little less upset. At the beginning, I mentioned the braised eggs and dried eggs. I didn’t think I had much chance of winning, after all, the machines were expensive, the spices were expensive, and there were not enough pigs. Even if I signed a contract with a foreign country, I could only wait slowly.
But others still blame me, say bad things about me, and say that I am so old and have been occupying a position but not doing anything. I feel bad and can't sleep every day. I should have worked in the fields to earn work points, so that I can get more work points and more money at the end of the year. But rumors hurt people, and they hurt me, a sixty-year-old woman, deeply. In my life, I have walked through gunfire and been hacked by the Japanese, but none of them hurt me as badly as you did.
Those people are my enemies, never in my heart, let alone in my eyes. But what about you? You are my friends, my fellow villagers. We have escaped the devils and gone hungry together. How come when it is time to enjoy yourself, you abandon me, the one who has been with you through all the hardships
I am old. I know you want my position as factory director. If anyone wants it, you can come and grab it openly at the end of the year, instead of doing tricks behind the scenes, stirring up public opinion, misleading everyone, ostracizing me and slandering me. I, Qian Shulan, have never done anything wrong to anyone. I am worthy of everyone's trust in me. As long as I am the factory director, I will work for everyone's welfare and create profits. I will never occupy the toilet without doing anything. "
Having said this, she wiped away her tears and cried out all her grievances and bitterness.
The older people also wiped their tears, moved beyond words, and even shouted, "Auntie, you are right, you have suffered for all of us."
A middle-aged woman leaned against the stage and cried heartbreakingly, "Auntie, you are so wronged. You have been wronged by your boss. Those bastards are so heartless. They don't even remember you now that they have a good life."
Another one also stood up and echoed, "Yes, when you drink the water, you should remember the well digger. If anyone wants to be the factory director, just do it openly. Why slander our factory director?"
Another person stood up and glared at the others, "I don't want anyone to be the factory manager, I only want Aunt Qian!"
More people stood up and shouted, “That’s right!”
In the end, more than half of the people stood up. Those who did not stand up were glared at by the others and immediately climbed up from their stools.
Even the educated youth stood up obediently.
Qian Shulan wiped her tears and waved her hand to everyone to sit down. "I am saying this today for no other reason than to say a few words from the bottom of my heart. There are too many people in our production team. If I go to each family to clarify, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish my words even if my lips are worn out. So I will take this opportunity to speak out about my grievances." At this point, she seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden and felt extremely relaxed. "Now that I have said it, I don't feel sad at all. I am still the invincible Qian Shulan."
Everyone was amused by her again.
Qian Shulan patted her head and said, "Look at me. I've been talking for more than half an hour. We are here today for the university quota. I seem to be taking over the show. Shouquan, come here and hand out ballots to everyone. We'll hand out the money after the quota is chosen. Don't worry."
When Wang Shouquan came over, Qian Shulan seemed to have just remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to canvass for votes, and continued to add with the loudspeaker, "Oh, by the way, my daughter Yunping was admitted to university before, but her adoptive parents were too cruel and didn't let her go. They tore up her admission letter. This child is so pitiful, and I have always wanted to make it up to her. If you think she is qualified, why not vote for her. Her number today is 8, which is a very auspicious number. Just write it down as this year and she will get the diploma."
Sun Daqin was stunned by her mother-in-law's move.
Wang Shouquan distributed paper and pens to the people below.
Because they had undergone literacy education before, most people in Wangjia Village could write their names and numbers. After all, it depended on the work points. If you didn’t learn how to do it, and others remembered it wrongly, you would have nowhere to cry.
So voting in meetings is done using numbers.
This time it is anonymous. After all the votes are collected, the votes will be counted directly.
Wang Shouquan shouted one by one with a loudspeaker, and Qian Minghua helped to organize them, putting the same ones together and placing them neatly on the table.
It took more than half an hour to get the final number calculated.
After Wang Shouquan finished reading the votes, he was supposed to report the votes one by one, but he looked around the table and spread his hands, "This time, because the number is too different, I will just read the number of people with the most votes. Number 8, 646 votes, elected first."
This result was not surprising to anyone. There were only 1,300 people in the production team, and excluding the children, there were still more than 1,100 people. When the class was called, almost half of them were assigned number 8.
The others are more scattered.
Deng Yunping covered her rapidly beating chest, and Wang Shouquan handed her the recommendation letter from the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University, saying, "With this, you can go to university."
Generally speaking, even if there is a letter of recommendation, it still needs to be reviewed, but there is no problem with Deng Yunping's political background and academic qualifications, so there is no need to worry at all.
The author has something to say: Once I have arranged all the previous situations, the subsequent plot will be accelerated, maybe a few years later. . . .