Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 103 The Needle and the House

Waiting for Fang Hongye to leave, An Zhixia went to find the president with a remittance order of 60,000 yuan.

After Secretary Xu diligently served the tea and left, she tiptoed to the door to take a look. Then, under the president's curious eyes, she walked up to him, handed over a stack of documents, and said in a low voice: "President, please open it and take a look. !”

The president shook his head in amusement and opened it. The expression on his face became more and more uncontrollable as he looked down. Disbelief, excitement, and ecstasy all competed for the expression of his five senses.

He fumbled for the three money orders with trembling hands, and his throat was so choked that he could not speak. After a long while, he asked hoarsely: "Xiao An, why do I feel like I'm dreaming? Is this 60,000 yuan real?" Isn’t this money too easy to come by?”

An Zhixia pointed to her head, "So, knowledge is money. The president can pay more attention to the children's learning in the future. Only when the children's learning improves and the cultural level of the future owners of the entire commune improves, will the commune truly be of affluence.”

The president nodded repeatedly, "Yes, knowledge changes destiny. All work in the fields abroad uses large-scale machinery and does not require labor. In the future, when our country becomes rich, it will also introduce large quantities of machinery, and the labor force will be liberated. There will be no culture and no coolies. But why don’t the villagers want to starve to death?”

"It's not wrong to think so. The president controls the finances of our commune and uses the money in practical ways to improve the production, life and study of the members. In fact, not only students, but also young people, even middle-aged and elderly people, are now starting to study Literacy is just as useful!”

 The president could only nod in agreement.

"Now that the chicken farm has been built, the survival rate of the chicks is good, and they will be able to lay eggs in more than a month. I want to open another farm to raise pigs, sheep and cattle at the foot of the mountain, and another farm to raise ducks and geese by the river. When the livestock and poultry are grown, we can set up a food processing factory, and we can also process some game and dry goods from the mountains and sell them to all parts of the country!"

“I’m quite supportive, but Xiao An, we have to take it one step at a time, slowly, and don’t become a fat man in one bite.”

"Where is the president now? Livestock breeding may seem difficult, but in fact it is very simple once you get started. It is nothing more than living environment, feed, epidemic prevention, stocking, etc. I am running around here and there these days. I have collected a lot of books on livestock and poultry breeding, and while we have money, we will start it together. In three months, the half-year deadline given by the boss will be reached, and we will make a monthly profit of 20,000. Isn’t there a lot of benefits? Let’s enjoy preferential discounts to purchase several sets of cooked food processing production chains!”

“To take a step back, the money in my hand has been wasted, and I am determined to find other ways to make money.”

"Sure, you young people are hard-working and enterprising. Besides, you earned the money yourself. As long as you don't feel bad, just go ahead and do it boldly!" said the president, slamming the table.

An Zhixia smiled and gave the order, and took out the money order from his hand, "By the way, President, I'll go back and ask about the brick kiln. Let's see if we buy a batch of bricks and build one for every four or five villages." Let’s build a brick kiln before we build a school.”

The president's jaw almost dropped to the ground, "Zhixia, brick kilns require a lot of technology and not everyone can build it. This is a soil bank. If everyone can do it, how can the brick factory make money?"

An Zhixia waved at him, "We will use bricks in many places in the future. We will always use adobe bricks. They are not beautiful and cannot withstand the wind and rain, and we cannot show off our wealth. I will go back and study it, maybe it can be done!" "

In fact, we cannot rely on time-travelers to fiddle around, it is really forced by reality. It's like a person who picked up a needle on the road and wanted to buy thread to make clothes, so he bought cloth. When you have new clothes, you need to pair them with good shoes and a good hat. As a person's status has improved, why not have a fancy car? We already own cars, why do we still rent a house?

Life is about tossing, and it can become addictive!

Her current pleasure is not to make money, but to see what Wuqi Commune will look like after five years of hard work. It is like a game played by future generations to build their own home from scratch. After entering the trap, It was out of control.

Back in the office, she couldn't wait to take out a pen and paper, and scribbled down her goals one by one: build a brick factory, build a livestock and poultry breeding base, build a mushroom breeding base, build a food processing plant, and provide four Five villages are equipped with a primary school, communes are equipped with junior high schools, and roads are built into the villages!

Looking at these goals that once could be accomplished by waving a wave of hands and transferring money, they now require their own hands. However, An Zhixia is quite satisfied to see each item completed.

Now that she had made up her mind, she began to read through how to make bricks, taking notes one by one.

Fang Hongye’s salute had already been sent home by her colleagues. After leaving the commune, she hurried home briskly. Her outfit immediately stunned everyone, and she turned heads 500% to 600% along the way!

 Finally, at the end of the village, she was blocked by a group of chattering old men and women who had finished their work ahead of schedule.

Hearing that his name had been corrected, Fang Hongye couldn't help covering his face and crying. The way he vented his grievances was very uncomfortable to see.

 “What’s going on?” After the chicken farm was on track, An Zhiqiu also let the chef out and was responsible for the purchasing matters. Although the girl's salary is not low, their family is not short of money now, so An Zhiqiu still wants to work as a chef in a state-owned hotel.

State-owned hotels across the country are in the same system. As long as he joins this system, his transfer to Kyoto will only be a matter of financial resources and connections. So he worked **** cooking and thinking about dishes when he had nothing to do.

As soon as he entered the village on the newly equipped three-wheeled bicycle from the factory, he saw Fang Hongye being surrounded by people wiping away tears. His face darkened, he got off the car and squeezed over to ask.

Fang Hongye quickly turned away, wiped her tears and nose clean with her sleeves, and shook her head embarrassedly: "I'm fine, I just heard that the police comrades cleared my name, so I couldn't hold it back and cried for a while."

 After adjusting her condition, she turned around and said with a smile.

The girl has shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, her washed eyes are like glass, filled with a soft-hearted luster, and her voice has a clear nasal sound, matched with the softness unique to southern women.

An Zhiqiu was a little dazed for a moment, and his heart was beating very fast.

He frowned slightly, feeling that his physical fitness was not good enough. He had only been pedaling for a long time, and his heart was beating like this. However, Comrade Fang Hongye became more beautiful when he went to a big city.

Of course, my sister is the prettiest! He thought happily.

"An Zhiqing, are you back?" Fei Zheng trotted over panting slightly, smiled and waved the letter in his hand and said, "You said before that your knife skills were not going well, so I wrote a letter home to ask my grandfather. Well, I just received a letter today.”

 (End of this chapter)