Chen Liguo, who was far away in the Hexi Corridor, received a letter from Cheng Qiao. The letter was filled with endless longing and worry, as well as photos of her and little Cheng Li, and of course a family photo of the Li family.
Cheng Liguo looked at little Cheng Li who looked so much like his deceased wife, and felt extremely jealous. Tears fell from his eyes drop by drop. He really wanted to hug this grandson named Cheng, no, grandson.
When Yuan Guangming saw Cheng Liguo crying, he was shocked. This Cheng Liguo was a real man who was not afraid of hardship or fatigue. Even if he was injured, he would just lie down for a day and then continue to work.
After receiving the letter today, she was actually crying. Could it be his daughter... Yuan Guangming couldn't imagine it, and hurried over to find out.
When he walked to Cheng Liguo, he saw at a glance a full-month photo of a baby in Cheng Liguo's hand, and a young and beautiful woman holding the baby. This woman looked a bit like Cheng Liguo. Needless to say, it must be Cheng Qiao.
"Your daughter wrote to me, this is your grandson."
"It's my grandson. His surname is Cheng, and his name is Cheng Li. My daughter said this name represents the dawn of the Cheng family."
Cheng Liguo wiped his eyes and said proudly.
"Grandson, your daughter is looking for a husband."
"No, the Li family is kind-hearted. They know that my daughter is an only child, so they agreed that the first child, regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl, will have the surname Cheng, and all future children will have the surname Li."
"Well, your son-in-law is good, and your daughter is still lucky. Please reply quickly and don't let your daughter wait anxiously."
"Well, I'll write the letter now, but can we mail it?"
"Yes, but you have to show it to the people in the office first. They will help you send it if there is no problem. But you need to do some small things to be flexible."
Cheng Liguo understood that he was not short of money. Cheng Qiao would send him money and food every month. Although the amount was not much, when added up every month, he had quite a lot of money, tickets, and various supplies.
Even the comrade in the military district who helped receive letters and supplies felt that Cheng Liguo's life was much better than theirs. He even suspected that it was Grandpa Ye who had asked someone to send the letters and supplies, and he respected Cheng Liguo even more.
Cheng Liguo was a very good person. Every time this comrade came to deliver letters and supplies, he would pick out some tickets that he didn't need, as well as bacon and pickled foods to give to him.
This comrade was also married and had a family. He refused to accept the gift at first, but later he felt that Cheng Liguo was giving it to him sincerely and was very grateful. Even his wife said that Cheng Liguo was a good man.
Cheng Liguo picked up the pen and thought for a long time before he began to write. He first praised Cheng Qiao for achieving her own happiness through her own efforts, and then thanked Li Huan for taking care of his daughter.
Li Huan, who didn't know he was being thanked by his father-in-law, picked up the gong and started beating it hard again. The villagers were all curious about what was happening in the village since the public grain had been paid and it was not yet time to distribute the grain.
But now they all like to listen to Li Huan beating the gongs and drums. In the past, when Chen Weidang beat the gongs, he either mobilized everyone to work hard or told everyone to pay their public grain. There were rarely any good things.
But Li Huan was different. Every time he struck the gong, someone would benefit. So in order to realize this benefit for themselves, everyone worked very hard and seriously without any mobilization.
"Huanzi, what good things are going on today?"
"Yes, very, very, very good things."
Li Huan used three "very"s in a row to express the good of this matter, which made everyone excited. However, they all knew that Li Huan would not announce the good news as long as everyone was not present.
"Which bastard hasn't come yet?"
"Besides Chen Weimin, who else is there?"
"Chen Weimin is a bastard. He harmed his own elder brother and owed Chen Weidang a hundred yuan. How dare he hold us back?"
"That's right, he's just a slut's dad, what's so great about that?"
"Who are you talking about? Say it again, you bastard."
Chen Weimin arrived late, and as soon as he arrived he heard someone scolding him. He immediately became angry. When he was working as an accountant, he not only had a salary, but also had hidden income.
Now he has been fired from his accounting position and has lost all his income. His life has returned to the old way of life. This inability to adapt to life makes him angry every day.
Today I happened to hear someone cursing him behind his back. It would be strange if he could tolerate it. The villager who cursed was not a good person either. Originally, he thought that you were the younger brother of the village chief and an accountant, so he had to swallow his anger when being bullied.
Now you are nothing, and even the enemy of the new village chief. It would be strange if he could tolerate you. The two of them started fighting as soon as they disagreed. Originally, that person could not beat Chen Weimin, but there were too many people who used secret tricks.
One of them takes sides, the other one stretches out his foot to trip you, and if it hurts, he punches you, saying, "Who made your foot hurt my foot?" After several rounds, Chen Weimin was completely knocked to the ground.
Li Huan remained silent until Chen Weimin fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen eyes. Then he pretended to run over with a loud speaker and started cursing at him.
No one knew who he was scolding, but he was scolding those who were holding people back. Everyone knew that they were not holding people back, so Chen Weimin was the most aggrieved one.
Chen Weimin looked at Chen Weidang, who turned his head away. For the sake of his younger brother, he was stripped of his position as village chief and lost another hundred yuan. No, it was not just the hundred yuan he lost, but his monthly salary and the power he held.
Cuihua also looked coldly at Zhaodi, who wanted to curse but didn't dare to. Ever since Chunhua had her peanuts eaten, Zhaodi suddenly looked more than 20 years older, and no one knew where her original high spirits had gone.
"Fellow villagers, I have good news for you. Xiangyang Village has obtained an extremely important indicator because it is an advanced collective..."
“Indicators… what indicators?”
"Is it a job in the county, a formal job?"
"Shh, don't talk, listen to Huanzi."
"Our Xiangyang Village has obtained a quota for a workers, peasants and soldiers university."
"Oh my god, going to college, and a workers, peasants and soldiers university at that."
"Why are you so excited? There is only one indicator. It must be that the village head's wife took it herself."
"That's right. Cheng Zhiqing graduated from high school, so it's only natural for him to go to college."
"Most of the educated youth in the educated youth sites have graduated from high school, so they should also be eligible."
"Are they the village chief's daughter-in-law? Why are you so stupid?"
"Yes, Cheng Zhiqing is smart. You all say that Cheng Zhiqing is naive, but I think you are the ones who are naive."
Listening to the villagers' chattering, Xu Laidi took a deep breath. She was the first to stand up and ask to apply for the qualification of the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.
When all the educated youth at the educated youth point saw Xu Laidi stand up, they took two steps back. They were educated youth and had calculations in their minds. There was only one target, so how could it be their turn