Babaoliang Village. Brigade Headquarters!
When the postman Liang Xiaoping rode his bicycle into the yard, the village cadres who were having a meeting in the office stopped in unison, and everyone looked outside the house.
If there is a job that is the most enviable in the countryside right now, apart from state cadres, it is undoubtedly the postman.
If there is anyone these simple people look forward to most coming to the village, it is also the postman.
There is no other reason. In this era when carriages and horses are very slow and letters are far away, a letter from home may be what many people miss for a year.
A postman like Liang Xiaoping delivers more than just a letter or a few lines of words every time. It may be a message from a daughter who is married far away who is homesick, or it may be a message from a young man who is serving in the army to his parents...
Therefore, although the postman is not a cadre, he is very respected in the countryside.
After parking the car, Xiao Liang took off the bulging newspaper bag from the back seat of the bicycle, and then walked into the brigade office door with the newspaper bag on his back.
After entering the door, Liang Xiaoping saw so many people gathered together in the room, seemingly having a meeting, and immediately said with a smile: "You didn't disturb everyone, did you?"
Wang Ping immediately said: "No... Hurry up and warm your hands in the house. Thank you for coming to deliver letters to us in such a cold weather!"
"Haha, it's not hard work, who asked us to do this for a living!" Liang Xiaoping said with a smile.
Since he often comes to Babaoliang Village, Liang Xiaoping is familiar with the village cadres, so he speaks more casually.
Zhou Yang immediately found a large tea vat from the table next to him, poured a tea vat of hot tea, and then brought it to Liang Xiaoping.
"If anyone has a letter, just leave it to me. I'll have someone come to the brigade headquarters to pick it up later!"
While speaking, Zhou Yang handed over the steaming large teapot.
Liang Xiaoping first said thank you, and then said again: "This letter is different, it needs to be signed by the recipient in person!"
Zhou Yang's heart moved, and he immediately asked: "Oh, whose letter did you need to sign for it?"
Most letters these days do not require a signature, unless it is a particularly valuable package or a document from some special department that requires the recipient to sign for it.
"Most of them are educated youth in the village. I still have to see who they are!"
After hearing this, Zhou Yang immediately said: "Is it possible that the college admission notices for the educated youth have arrived?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone else in the office stood up and then all gathered around.
"Xiao Liang, look who's there, let's call them over to sign for it!"
Liang Xiaoping did not keep everyone waiting. He immediately opened the envelope and took out the letters inside one by one.
When all the letters were taken out, there were forty or fifty.
Then Liang Xiaoping read the names of the recipients one by one: "Wang Pingan, Cui Jinjin, Zhang Zhenhua..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Genwang was heard saying excitedly: "Zhang Zhenhua is my grandson, can I take the letter away on his behalf?"
"Can!"
As he said this, Liang Xiaoping took out the booklet for signing the letter, and then said: "Uncle Zhang, just put your fingerprint here!"
There are relatively few people in the village who are literate. If they encounter those who cannot write their names and need to sign in person, they will have their fingerprints pressed.
After Zhang Genwang dipped his trembling hands into red ink pad, he pressed hard on the position designated by Liang Xiaoping until a clear fingerprint was left on the booklet.
After seeing Zhang Genwang press his fingerprint, Liang Xiaoping handed the letter in his hand directly to Zhang Genwang.
After getting the letter, Zhang Genwang carefully opened the letter under the envious and expectant eyes of everyone.
There was only a neatly folded piece of paper inside the letter, and nothing else.
After Zhang Genwang took out the letter paper, he unfolded it directly.
But he couldn't read, so he could only hand the letter to Zhou Yang and said at the same time: "Let me see if this is the notice for my son to go to college!"
In fact, when Zhang Genwang unfolded the paper, Zhou Yang had already seen the large words on the admission notice.
But just to be on the safe side, he took the paper and read it carefully!
"Notice of admission to higher education students: The Revolutionary Committee forwarded to Comrade Zhang Zhenhua, and you have been approved by the Provincial Admissions Committee to study Chinese (major) at Saibei University (School). Please present this notice before March 15, 1978. Report to school!"
In addition to the above text, this document also has a red seal and a half.
That’s right, one and a half!
The seal at the bottom of the signature is complete, and the words Saibei University can be clearly seen, but the top seal is only half, and the other half should be left on the school's stub.
"Uncle Zhang, this is indeed the university admission notice from Brother Zhenhua. He was admitted to the Chinese major of our Saibei University!"
Hearing Zhou Yang's words, Zhang Genwang's lips trembled a little, and then he said with tears: "Blessed by our ancestors, our old Zhang family also has a college student!"
"Old Zhang, it's a good thing that my child has gone to college. Why are you crying!"
"Congratulations, Lao Zhang, this is a golden phoenix flying out of the ravine. What a joy to congratulate!"
"Lao Zhang, for such a big thing, your family must have a few tables..."
Zhang Genwang first calmed down his excitement, and then said: "The treat is for sure, I will arrange it myself when the time comes! Let's not talk about it for now, I will go home first!"
After saying that, he took the admission notice and hurriedly left the brigade headquarters.
After Zhang Genwang left, Wang Ping immediately said to Liang Xiaoping: "Xiao Liang, I think we should just take the letter to the broadcasting room, and then just read the names and let the comrades come to sign and receive the letter!"
"OK..."
Surrounded by everyone, Liang Xiaoping took these letters to the broadcast room next to the office.
Soon, the loudspeaker in the village sounded!
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Feed factory at the west end of the village!
Cui Jinjin and others are busy with production, even though they worked overtime day and night to produce a lot of feed a year ago, which is expected to be enough for half a month.
However, Qin Xueyi and the others have recently shipped a batch of sows, which has directly led to a surge in feed consumption. The feed previously produced is about to bottom out.
There is no other way. The village can only increase the manpower of the feed mill, hoping to increase some production.
"Brother Cui, let's have some drinks after work today?" Bai Yang shouted while operating the grinder.
The huge roar of the machine suppressed the sound of normal conversation, so communication in the workshop could only rely on shouting.
"Okay, I still have a bottle of sorghum wine, I'll fix it tonight!"
"Would you like to call me Lao Zhou?"
"I think it's better to forget it. It's not like you don't know his drinking capacity. Besides, his wife may not let him come out!"
"Yes, then don't call him..."
Just when everyone was working in full swing, a familiar broadcast suddenly came to their ears: "Attention, the village members and educated youths, please comrades whose names are read rush to the brigade headquarters immediately to receive your university admission notice: Wang Ping'an , Cui Jinjin, Bai Yang, Liu Lu, Li Lan, Xu Qiaoer, Xu Siping, Li Youwei, Li Guoqiang..."
After hearing the broadcast, all the educated youths were stunned!
Everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully!
After a while, someone said, "Did I hear you right? Our admission notice has come back?"
"You must have heard it right, I heard it too!"
"Oh my god, the wait is finally here!"
After saying that, they didn't care that they were at work at the moment. Regardless of whether their names were called or not, all the educated youths swarmed towards the brigade headquarters...
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(1978 Admission Notice)
(60-year handwritten admission notice)
(admission notice)
(Technical Secondary School Admission Notice)
