Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

After seeing off Xu Huizhen, who was not sure what she was thinking, and Cai Quanwu, who was sincerely wishing him well, Zhao Shanhe cleaned up the store entrance and went to the street corner with his thermos to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks. Not long after he returned to the store, Chen Xueru came and smiled when she saw the breakfast he had prepared.

"This is the first time in all these years that I've had breakfast prepared by a man. Did you sleep well in the store yesterday?"

Zhao Shanhe took out a thermos and poured a bowl of soy milk for Chen Xueru, and handed her a fried dough stick. Although this era has shouted the slogan of "holding up half the sky", it is still difficult to get rid of some old problems if you really want to implement them. Many people still adhere to the idea that men are the breadwinners outside and women are the homemakers. People like him who have long been accustomed to gender equality are basically rare.

"I slept well. It was quite quiet once the store door was closed, but a little stuffy. I opened the second floor window halfway and it felt much better. Why didn't Hou Kui come with us? I brought him some."

Chen Xueru took a sip of the soy milk. The thermos had good heat preservation effect, so it was still quite hot when she drank it. The fried dough rings were just out of the pot not long ago, and they were crispy, fragrant and delicious.

"Hou Kui has already arrived at school by this time. He usually buys a bite to eat on the way in the morning. I don't have to worry about him at all. What are you going to do today? Are you going to the countryside?"

"No, there's nothing good in the countryside right now. I'm going to the factory for some work, and I'll be back when I'm done."

After breakfast, Zhao Shanhe saw that it was almost time, so he rode his bike to the steel rolling mill.

He spent a long time thinking about how to maximize the benefits of the two marches last night. In the end, he felt that it would not be feasible to hand it over to the Propaganda Department, and it would be safer to hand it over to Li Huaide.

Firstly, Wang Dianmin was only a section chief after all, and the power he held was far less than that of Director Li, who was at the division level. Secondly, he was in the logistics department, and if he gave this big pie to the Propaganda Department, he was really afraid that Li Huaide would make things difficult for him after he found out.

After saying hello to the security guard he was familiar with at the factory gate, he went to the administrative building. When he arrived at the door of Li Huaide's office, he saw that the door was not closed, so he knocked twice and went in.

It's no wonder that they don't close the store. It's almost the end of July and the temperature in the city is as hot as a furnace.

Li Huaide looked at Zhao Shanhe and said with a smile.

"Why did you come here today? Do you have something to talk to me about? What's the difference between knocking on the door and not knocking? It's just that I have a good temper. If I meet someone with a bad temper, I will ask you to leave."

Zhao Shanhe thought to himself, if you close the door, I will definitely not dare to enter. Who knows if there is one person or two people in the room? However, the other person told him out of kindness. If they were not close, they would not say this.

"Director, I saw that your door was open, and I had some happy news to report, so I was a little anxious. Please be more careful next time."

"Happy event? Why are you getting married?"

"Director, that's not the case. It's too early for me to get married."

Zhao Shanhe took out Hou Kui's homework book from his pocket, handed it to him and said.

"On the day of Xu Damao's wedding, I happened to be sitting at the same table with Wu Zhonggui, the secretary of the Propaganda Department. He told me that the Propaganda Department was asking for the collection of marches and anthems for the first National Games in September. I taught myself harmony in middle school, so I wrote two. Director, can you spare some time to help submit them?"

Li Huaide was proficient in eating, taking, blocking and asking, but he had never learned the musical notation. He took the homework book, turned to the page with the musical notation, glanced at it pretentiously and said.

"I heard that the National Games will be held in early September. Now it's almost the end of July. Isn't it a bit too late in terms of time?"

Zhao Shanhe saw that Li Huaide's tone seemed to indicate that he was reluctant to help. After all, the other party was right, the time was indeed too tight. But when he thought that this was a piece of music that had been used for fifty or sixty years, it would definitely attract attention as long as it was handed in, so he spoke again.

"Director, I spent countless efforts to write this (it took several hours), I believe its quality must be good. Besides, if it is really adopted by the superiors, it will all be due to your guidance. You can also take this opportunity to gain face in front of the factory workers, right?

Even if my suggestion is not adopted, people will still laugh at me for not knowing my own limitations, which in turn shows that I care about and love my subordinates."

These words touched Li Huaide's heart. He had been desperate for credit these days. Although Qiao Laoliu, who was contacted by Zhao Shanhe, helped to make up for the shortage of meat, the completion of other procurement tasks was very poor. There was nothing he could do about it. The whole Hebei province was in disaster. Could he still conjure up supplies?

Seeing that the old secretary's retirement time is getting closer, if he doesn't make some achievements that can attract the attention of his superiors, it is hard to say whether he can become the deputy factory director. Although he has a strong background, which leader in the factory does not have someone standing behind him?

Thinking of this, Li Huaide couldn't help but feel annoyed. He took out a Zhonghua cigarette and threw it to Zhao Shanhe. He lit one for himself and took a few puffs before speaking.

"In that case, I'll help you once. Just like you said, what if you get lucky?

But don't take it too seriously. After all, the National Games will be held in more than a month. Even if there is a theme song, it should have been prepared long ago."

When Zhao Shanhe heard that Li Huaide finally agreed, he finally felt relieved. This was the first step in his plagiarism career, and it couldn't fail like this.

After he expressed his gratitude and left the office, Li Huaide picked up the phone and called the Propaganda Department. Sijiu City is not a big city, but it is not a small city either. It is normal for a cadre like him who has returned from civilian work to know a few friends in other departments.

The Propaganda Department at that time should actually be called the Central Propaganda Department. Its functions and powers were completely incomparable to those of later Propaganda Departments. However, it was disbanded after the storm and was not restored until 76. In order to make the readers feel more comfortable, let’s call it the Propaganda Department here.

At noon, Li Huaide made an appointment to have lunch with Director Wang Gang of the Propaganda Department's Art and Literature Bureau. Halfway through the meal, he took out two marches by Zhao Shanhe and talked about them.

"Lao Wang, this is a march written by an employee of my factory for the National Games. Please take a look at it. If you think it can be used, keep it. If not, just take it as a test of the level of amateur players like us."

Wang Gang is only one year older than Li Huaide and they have the same rank. The two knew each other when they were in the army, except that one was in the propaganda team and the other was in the combat unit.

"That's what I was saying. Why did you suddenly ask me out for dinner? I guessed there must be something going on. You loved to cheat when you were in the army. How come you're still like this now that you're in the countryside?"

Having said that, Wang Gang still took the notebook out of courtesy and took a look at it. It didn't matter what he saw, he was stunned after reading it.

He stopped drinking and stood up to ask.

"You said this was written by a worker in your factory?"

Looking at Wang Gang's expression, Li Huaide knew that the song must be good, otherwise the other party would not be like this, and he quickly replied.

"Yes, it was written by a young man from our logistics department. He just sent it to me this morning. What, is the tune good?"

"It's more than good, this march is amazing.

No, this thing must be shown to the minister and others. Fortunately, there is still a month before the National Games, otherwise it will be too late. "