With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Most people these days wear green clothes, some are military uniforms, some are green civilian clothes. Except for their hats, they are all green, and their shoes are also green Jiefang shoes.

Rural people basically wear black and have only one set of clothes all year round. In winter, they put on cotton to make winter clothes, and in summer, they remove cotton to make summer clothes.

Xue Ming looked around and everything was green. At least 80% of parents wore military uniforms. There were more military uniforms these days.

Two days ago, Xue Ming stood out among this group of parents, but now he blends in perfectly. The reason is that he has nine patches on his clothes.

"It's strange that the principal of your school is willing to lend you his bicycle. No one will lend the bicycle of our captain, not even my own father." A middle-aged aunt complained.

There was laughter in the crowd, and Zhao Xue hurriedly explained, "Our principals are all excellent intellectuals and are very good to our teachers."

"Daughter, which school do you teach at? I heard that the principal, teachers and other intellectuals have very high salaries?" The middle-aged aunt continued to chat with Zhao Xue.

"Auntie, I teach in No. 1 Middle School. The salaries of teachers and principals are not high. If a cultural person wants to make a lot of money, he can only rely on writing articles and translating." Zhao Xue said.

"Can you make a lot of money by writing articles? How much money can you make?" The middle-aged aunt asked one question after another. She seemed to like chatting with Zhao Xue very much.

Zhao Xue thought about it carefully and said, "Have you ever heard of the book Defending Yan'an? The newspaper reported that the fee for this book was one hundred seventy-seven thousand four hundred yuan."

Before he finished speaking, the space fell silent for an instant. Everyone was stunned by Zhao Xue. The middle-aged aunt's legs went weak and she almost fell down.

Xue Ming was also quite shocked. That was one hundred thousand yuan. What is the concept of one hundred thousand yuan?

These days, the salary of a young worker who just joined the factory is only a dozen yuan, and the salary of an eighth-level worker is about one hundred yuan.

Pork costs 40 cents a pound, and the tuition for my younger siblings costs one yuan a semester.

In the past few years, Xue Ming has been hunting and taking risks and speculating, and he has only made ten to twenty thousand yuan in total. He might as well write a book as an intellectual.

"Auntie, the country attaches great importance to the remuneration of intellectuals." Zhao Xue said with a smile.

There was a sound of swallowing in the crowd, and everyone had strong jealousy on their faces. One hundred thousand yuan was a figure they could not even imagine.

"The country shouldn't give so much to those stinky old men who are just lucky." The middle-aged aunt swore directly.

"Well, what's the use of writing articles? It's better to plant a few acres of land." Someone in the crowd immediately responded.

Then Xue Ming heard all kinds of sour words, typically saying that grapes are sour when he can't eat them. He found it funny and a little shocked at the same time.

"It's a blessing in disguise. It's not necessarily a good thing that they charge such high royalties. As the saying goes, the higher the praise, the harder the fall." Xue Ming said meaningfully.

At this time, the school gate opened, parents sent their children to school one after another, and the scene became extremely crowded.

Xue Ming asked his wife to stay and watch the car, bent down and held his younger sister Xue Ying in his arms, and then asked his two younger brothers to grab the corners of his clothes and follow the crowd.

After struggling to get my brothers and sisters to the dormitory, I said hello and chatted with their roommates, then helped my brothers make their beds and left the school.

There were still many people outside the school gate, so the couple pushed their bicycles outside and rode slowly to a place with fewer people.

"Husband, I also want to write an article and submit it. If the editor takes a fancy to it, we will make a fortune." Zhao Xue became more and more excited as he spoke.

"I advise you to give up on your ambitions." Xue Ming was so frightened that he almost fell off his bicycle. Now he writes articles about longevity people who eat arsenic because they think they will live longer.

"Why don't you let me write, so I can earn some extra money for our family?" Zhao Xue didn't expect her husband to refuse.

"If I say no, I can't. Don't bargain with me." Xue Ming frowned and speeded up the bike.

Zhao Xue was stunned for a few seconds and hurriedly sped up to catch up, with a somewhat aggrieved face, "Why don't you write if you don't want to write? Why are you angry?"

After returning home in silence, Xue Ming took off his shoes and lay on the bed to sleep. The more he thought about it, the more funny he found it.

He was afraid that he would associate with intellectuals, but he didn't expect that his stupid wife wanted to write an article.

Zhao Xue couldn't understand why her husband was angry, so she took off her shoes and sat next to her husband, pressing her butt against his shoulder and squeezing hard.

This was a childish act. Xue Ming lay on his side and gave her a back.

The cold war lasted for three minutes. Zhao Xue rolled her eyes and lay down, hugging her husband with her chest against her back. "I'm just kidding. I'm busy preparing for lessons every day. How can I have time to write articles?"

"You'd better be joking. In short, you must give up the idea of ​​​​writing an article." Xue Ming said.

"Okay, okay, I swear I will never submit any articles in my life, okay?" Zhao Xue laughed out loud. It turned out that her husband also had the temper of a child.

"Honey, I want to go to the department store to buy some candies, will you go with me?"

"Let's go, it's just idle time anyway."

The couple got out of bed and prepared to go out. Before they could walk out of the alley, they met Zuo Changzheng. He was wearing the same tattered clothes as yesterday, but with more patches than yesterday.

"Brother, brothers and sisters, what are you doing?" Zuo Changzheng stopped his bicycle.

"We are going to go shopping in the department store. Is there anything wrong with Brother Zuo?" Xue Ming asked.

"If something happens, let's go door-to-door and inform the comrades that they will all wear rags from now on. I will notify the second and third departments, and you will notify the first department." Zuo Changzheng said.

Xue Ming was stunned. Could it be that the transportation department was going to become a beggar's gang? "Brother Zuo, is this an exaggeration?"

Zuo Changzheng shook his head, "Be careful with the ten thousand year ship, Cao Baoshan will definitely inspect our transportation department."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to inform you now. What kind of nonsense is this?" Xue Ming couldn't help complaining.

"Yes, there are a lot of weird things happening every year, especially this year. Brother, please do some hard work, and my younger siblings can bear with you more." Zuo Changzheng also looked helpless.

The two parties said goodbye, and Zhao Xue stopped going to the department store to buy candy, and followed her husband to notify the transporter of the first transportation department.

The two first came to Wang Xianbang's house, and Wang Xianbang warmly invited Xue Ming and his wife into the house to talk.

Xue Ming waved his hand and said, "Brother Wang, you're welcome. Our superiors asked us to return to hardship and simplicity. From now on, we will all wear the shabbiest clothes to work. The shabbier the better."

Wang Xianbang looked at Xue Ming, who was wearing patches. He endured it and laughed out loud, "No problem, I don't have new clothes anyway."

Xue Ming went to find Wang Tianhe again. There were eight people in the transportation department. At dusk, the notification was finally completed.

The next morning, Xue Ming went to work at the Transportation Department. At 8:15, he followed Zuo Changzheng to the conference room for a meeting. He was stunned the moment he walked into the conference room.

"God, is this still a transportation office? Why do I feel like it's a beggar's den?"

Xue Ming looked around at the comrades in the conference room who were all wearing patched clothes. No. 40 could not find a complete piece of clothes.

I don't know who laughed, and the next second the conference room turned into a sea of ​​joy.