After Zhang Zhifei returned home, his wife Yang Manli did not ask him where he was going on business trip. Most women in this era regard men as their first priority and generally do not interfere with men's work.
On the other hand, the little sister Zhang Qianqian asked about Zhang Zhifei's whereabouts these days. After learning from Zhang Zhifei that it needed to be kept secret, she stopped talking.
In the evening, the couple, who had not seen each other for three days, unlocked many postures, which satisfied Zhang Zhifei both physically and mentally.
The next day, after having breakfast, Zhang Zhifei, who felt refreshed, took the slightly tired Yang Manli to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill by bicycle. After Zhang Zhifei locked the bicycle, he went directly to Li Huaide's office.
"Director Li, I'm back and reporting my arrival to you."
"Our great hero is back. Sit down quickly. Bai Bin will make tea for Section Chief Zhang." Li Huaide was very enthusiastic. He was very satisfied with Zhang Zhifei's performance, and as a recommender, he also benefited a lot.
"Thank you." Zhang Zhifei sat down.
"I heard from Xingming that you performed very well this time. It's all your fault that you were able to investigate the matter so quickly. You have earned enough face for our factory."
"You rewarded me, this is what I should do." Zhang Zhifei said with rare humility.
"Okay, don't be humble with me. By the way, I told you last time that the security department of the steel rolling mill is going to be reformed. Do you have any objections to me?"
"No, I'll hit you wherever you point me."
"Okay, please keep it in mind first, and go directly to the security department when it starts. However, you have to keep it secret for the time being and wait for the documents to be released." Li Huaide told Zhang Zhifei.
"Director Li, can you reveal the specific plan?"
"You ask why, you will know when the time comes. As long as it is not clearly determined, there is a possibility of change. You should keep a low profile during this period and don't make mistakes." Li Huaide told Zhang Zhifei.
"I know, it's not like you don't know that I am an honest person and never make mistakes. Director, if nothing happens, I will leave first."
"Okay, wait a minute, will you put your things down for me?" Li Huaide saw that Zhang Zhifei was about to go out and shouted hurriedly.
Zhang Zhifei didn't look back, patted his pocket, and walked faster and faster. It turned out that he just took away a bag of West Lake Longjing from Li Huaide. No wonder Li Huaide was so anxious.
"This kid." Li Huaide smiled and shook his head, indeed he didn't look angry at all.
Zhang Zhifei had already guessed his reaction. He did this specifically. From now on, as soon as Li Huaide drinks tea, he will think of the incident of him taking his West Lake Longjing tea, and he will be able to remember himself and know that he and he are his own.
"Section Chief Zhang, you are back from a business trip." As soon as Zhang Zhifei stepped into the Publicity Department, he saw the Publicity Department documents that were cleaning his office.
"How was it when you came back last night? Is there anything happening to Corey recently?"
"No, you also know that our department is famous for its leisure time."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Yao. I will do it myself." Zhang Zhifei said to the clerk Yao Miao.
"Section Chief, it's almost over. Just rest, I'll do it." Yao Miao did not listen to Zhang Zhifei's words, but insisted on doing it on his own.
Zhang Zhifei nodded with satisfaction. He still had a good impression of his clerk. Before he left the Publicity Department, he could try to recommend him.
"Hey, section chief, you wrote this." Yao Miao saw the two newspapers on the table and was about to take them away to wipe the table. He glanced at the lyricist circled with a pen and it turned out to be his section chief.
Zhang Zhifei sat upright and thought to himself, it's been so many days, finally someone who can breathe has noticed.
"Well, this is my humble work, and it is difficult to reach the level of elegance." Zhang Zhifei wrote lightly.
"Section Chief, can you lend me the newspaper so that I can study too?"
Zhang Zhifei looked at Yao Miao, whose eyes were full of seriousness. How could he stop the young man from making progress, so he immediately gave her the newspaper.
Yao Miao was indeed a good student. Not only did he learn it himself, he also called on everyone to learn it and arranged for a broadcaster to broadcast it on the radio.
Zhang Zhifei listened to the announcer's report and fully affirmed Yao Miao's eagerness to learn.
After the announcer crisply announced the two words, it caused a sensation in the steel rolling mill.
"The lark flies across the blue sky
i love you china
…
I love your vigorous spring seedlings
I love your golden fruits in autumn
…”
"Manli, is this really written by your man?" asked a literature-loving woman from the Women's Federation of the Steel Rolling Mill.
"Well, it's been a while since it was published. He didn't want to make it too public, so he didn't say it."
"Publishing an article is nothing to show off. Your man is so talented, you should encourage him to create more. By the way, this is a little poem I wrote. Can you take it back and let your man correct it?"
"This... okay." Yang Manli took the woman's handwritten poem in embarrassment.
On this day, many people in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill were discussing Zhang Zhifei. For a steel rolling mill that lacks literary and artistic elements, it is extremely rare or even unprecedented for a poem to be published in the People's Daily.
"Besides, it's like Zhang Zhifei is the only one who can write poetry!" Silly Zhu said sourly in the cafeteria after listening to the radio.
"Silly Zhu, it seems that you can also write poetry. Where have you published it?" Liu Lan mocked.
"I just don't want to publish it. If I had wanted to, I would have published it long ago." Silly Zhu continued to speak harshly.
"Then you are willing. How about we stop publishing it and bring it to everyone tomorrow morning for everyone to see?"
"Sister Lan, you are underestimating Master He. He will at least bring a poem with you tomorrow morning."
"Si Zhu, just him, can he read?"
…
"Master He, please say something. Are you scared?"
"It seems I need to promote it tomorrow."
A group of old ladies in the cafeteria were pointing at Silly Zhu. Everyone knew that this was what Silly Zhu was bragging about after he became jealous of Zhang Zhifei. Why did everyone start asking him to write poetry when Liu Lan mentioned it?
It turned out that Shazhu asked Qin Huairu to pack the leftovers every day, and other people would naturally have objections. This was why everyone started making noises, making Shazhu embarrassed.
"Go, whatever propaganda you want to promote, I will bring it to you tomorrow." Silly Zhu continued to speak harshly, regardless of whether it could be completed.
A group of women did not believe what Sha Zhu said. We had been together for many years, and no one knew how talented Sha Zhu was. When it came to cooking, they still obeyed Sha Zhu. His skills were indeed very strong.
When it comes to culture, those words that Sha Zhu knew in school have long been eaten by him. Today, Sha Zhu is only a little better than an illiterate person.
Naturally, no one believed that he could write poetry, so they were ready to laugh at Silly Zhu in the morning.
Silly Zhu's plan to write poetry was publicized by the ladies in the cafeteria, and many people knew about it.
Among them was Xu Damao. This was a rare opportunity to ridicule Silly Zhu, and Xu Damao couldn't let it go.
Courtyard No. 95, Nanluogu Lane.
As soon as Xu Damao got off work today, he widely announced that Sha Zhu was going to write a poem and ridiculed him.
"Da Mao, you don't understand this. You sleep with your wife in your arms every day. Silly Zhu is a bachelor. If he can't hold his wife, he can only study. Maybe he would have become a great writer just like Sima Yi. ." Yan Jiecheng mocked.
"Jie Cheng, look at Teacher Yan's face?" Zhang Zhifei reminded kindly.
"Why does my dad look at me like this?"
"The explanation is that Sima Yi is not a writer but a politician. The writer named Sima is Sima Xiangru, and there is also the historian Sima Qian." Zhang Zhifei reminded in a low voice.
"It's okay, I forgot about it."
"You fucking wait for me, you are looking down on others." Silly Zhu angrily walked towards the middle courtyard.
"Zhuzi, wait a minute, sister, I believe you can write it." Qin Huairu shouted to Shazhu, and then he slowed down and walked towards the middle courtyard with Qin Huairu.
The few people watching looked at each other in confusion. In the end, they could only shake their heads and laugh. Qin Huairu had something to do.
Just as Zhang Zhifei was about to leave, Xu Damao said with a smile: "First Master, Jie Cheng, Teacher Yan, and Second Master, come to my house for a drink in the evening. I want to celebrate Silly Zhu's learning to write poetry."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Several people drank two bottles at Xu Damao's house that night. Xu Damao wanted to get more wine, but Zhang Zhifei refused.
"Don't drink anymore. If you get drunk and can't get up tomorrow morning, you won't miss the opportunity for Si Zhu to read his masterpiece aloud."
"What the First Master said is that everyone should leave." Xu Damao ended the drinking party to see Silly Zhu's joke.
Zhang Zhifei was the last one to leave. He was going to take revenge on Silly Zhu, who had been a little restless recently. He pretended to be drunk and said with a smile: "I saw a poem in the library the day before yesterday. It was written by Qianlong. I don't know who it is. It has been changed, and it will look great if Silly Zhu reads it as his own poem."
"Master, what kind of poem is it?" Xu Damao asked anxiously.
Zhang Zhifei appeared to be drunk, but was actually very sober. He muttered in a low voice: "The child can ride a camel at the age of five, and the milk pancakes are food for him. Suddenly Luo Qingsha turned over proudly, teasing his school father for dancing with the devil."
Xu Damao said doubtfully: "This is not interesting."
Zhang Zhifei said drunkenly: "This is the original poem. I don't know who changed it into it. The child can cook at the age of five, do business and fight bandits for money. Suddenly I heard that his father left with his widow and devoted himself to learning from Prince Rui."
"Master, what does this mean?"
"What I understand is that I learned to cook at a young age and could fight bandits alone for money. One day I suddenly learned that my father had left with the widow. I was determined to take care of orphans and widows like my father and Dorgon did."
Zhang Zhifei pretended to be drunk as he talked, and yelled at Xu Damao to send him back.
After Zhang Zhifei left, Xu Damao began to think about how to make Sha Zhu willingly read this adapted poem.
