Siheyuan: After Hu Qinhuairu was cut off, I lay flat

He will go to the Agricultural Building to hand in a song, and he doesn't plan to brag about it. As long as he has a proof of earning money, he can spend it vigorously. Let others guess. He is not afraid of being reported. The yuan allowance has already come last month, and I am familiar with the process.

I was not in a hurry to leave today, so I went upstairs to find Director Fang.

This person has about the same status as Director Bi in the Ministry of Metallurgy, and if placed locally, he might not be a big leader.

But this is the capital city, the administrative level is high, and the director of the sub-district office can manage a county if he is placed below.

So Director Fang can also be regarded as a great leader, but he still doesn't flatter him, because he has a complete identity as a scholar, farmer, businessman, and he can change at any time and is very stable.

"Li Wuwei, are you here to submit a song?"

As soon as Director Fang met, he guessed that this kid hadn't seen anyone since he came to receive the allowance last month, so there must be something wrong if he showed up today.

"Fortunately, life is not disgraceful! A chorus of nursery rhymes, and a high-pitched solo!"

Li Wuwei handed over the playlist as he spoke. Not only did he have the lyrics, but he also composed the music, which indicated the pitch of his voice.

"Wait a minute, I'll call two professionals over."

Director Fang blushed, he has a broken voice, and he can't understand whether the song is good or bad. It's from the Ministry of Agriculture, so it's not shameful.

"I'm not in a hurry!"

Li Wuwei is sitting on the sofa, which is the kind of cloth sofa covered with hollow fabric, leaning on it with armrests, and raising his legs. It looks like a proper cadre, and it can be customized. You can take this Test cadres?

Director Fang hurriedly made an internal call and called people from the Propaganda Department.

Taking advantage of this time, Director Fang read the lyrics, and his literacy is no problem.

First of all, the song "On the Field of Hope" seems to be okay, and there is not much fluctuation in my heart.

But the latter song "Listen to Mom Talking about the Past" is completely different, especially when I read the lyrics: "At that time, my mother had no land, and all her life was on her hands, and the sweat flowed on the landowner's fiery land." In the field, my mother is eating wild vegetables and chaff..."

For a moment, Director Fang only felt panicked in his heart, thinking of his mother who had gone through hardships, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Alright, Li Wuwei, your nursery rhyme is so well written."

Director Fang wanted to keep calm, and wiped his face with his hand, but the tears couldn't stop. Li Wuwei was not surprised.

Especially in this era, it has only been a few years since the landlord was defeated, and one can empathize with the lyrics when reading the lyrics.

As long as this song is sung, he will label it as politically correct anyway, because he is at odds with the landlord, and being a landlord is not counted.

Chapter 208 How did you get the money again?

"Li Wuwei, how did you come up with these lyrics, didn't you grow up in the capital?"

Director Fang took a while to calm down, feeling surprised.

"This is written from the inner point of view of my daughter-in-law. My daughter-in-law's family has been poor farmers for generations, and they didn't even have land before."

Fortunately, he went to the countryside to take part in farming, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Director Fang nodded, "No wonder, you wrote the lyrics so well, now the workers and peasants are in charge.

In particular, the peasants were no longer oppressed by the landlords, and they really lived a good life.

This song is very suitable for our Ministry of Agriculture to present a gift for the fourth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. "

Li Wuwei then said: "I created it specifically for the Ministry of Agriculture. As a member of the workers and peasants, I feel extremely honored."

"Okay, well said."

Director Fang originally just wanted to give rewards so that he could recruit people, but now he suddenly discovered that this kid is really talented.

Not only can he design a pedal-operated threshing machine, but he can also write songs so well. It's no wonder that Lao Bi almost fell out with him.

"Tuk Tuk!"

"Director, you are looking for us."

The people from the publicity department have arrived. They are two aunts. Although they are out of shape, they are very good at music.

"It's just in time. Look at the two songs written by Li Wuwei, especially this one. It will be the trump card program of our Ministry of Agriculture."

Director Fang has wiped away his tears, and his mood has stabilized.

Soon, the two aunts were also shocked after reading the playlist.

The younger one said: "Director, this solo "On the Field of Hope" is so well written."

The older one said: "Director, I think this chorus is well written. Mom was wearing tattered clothes, cold and hungry and fell on the snow. After many years of suffering, my mother was looking forward to the good times she is today."

After a pause, he added: "There is another sentence, we sat next to the high grain pile and listened to my mother's story about the past.

What is a grain pile? It is a good harvest. If there is a grain pile at home, there will be grain in the warehouse, so we people have food to eat. "

"Solo is better!"

The younger ones prefer to sing the praises.

"The chorus is better!"

The older one felt more deeply about the sufferings of the past, especially the song was still about mother. Seeing the two arguing, Director Fang hurriedly said: "Hello, both are songs of our Ministry of Agriculture.

It just so happens that Li Wuwei is here, if you don't understand anything, please ask for advice, and when you understand it, you will be ready to rehearse the show. "

"Good director."

The two aunts nodded, and then chatted with Li Wuwei.

At first, Director Fang was worried that Li Wuwei was young and couldn't grasp it, but after watching it for a while, he found that something was wrong. Facing the two aunts, others could handle it with ease. After a while, one aunt pinched Li Wuwei's shoulder, and the other The teacup stood beside him, but he took good care of the people.

"Talent!"

Director Fang shook his head to avoid suspicion, and gently closed the office door when he went out. Li Wuwei spit and boasted for a moment, but he did not forget the time, and withdrew under the reluctant eyes of the two aunts.

Grassroots work is to build a good relationship with the aunts and make close friends. This is the key.

Checking the time, I slipped to the silk shop. Although I changed the name of the shop, I got used to it.

"Do nothing!"

Chen Xueru guessed that she would come over today, so she kept looking at the door.

"Hey!"

Li Wuwei parked his bicycle at the door of the store, there was no need to avoid suspicion too much, others had a big belly.

"There is a small stove at noon, so I knew you would come."

Chen Xueru brought the man into the inner hall, and still prepared coffee.

Li Wuwei took the cup and took a sip, it still tasted the same, refreshing him, he had to work in the afternoon.

But seeing the little wife with her face up to the sky, wearing pearl earrings, and a plain silk summer dress with a butterfly embroidered on it, she was even more natural in beauty, with big eyes blinking, even if she had a big belly, she still attracted people's thoughts.

"What, are you dumbfounded?"

Chen Xueru stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

"I was dumbfounded. You said why my little daughter-in-law is so beautiful."

Li Wuwei embraced them and leaned against each other, enjoying the tranquility before the meal.

After a while, Chen Xueru talked about what she had seen and heard recently, and she felt good just chatting.

"Wuwei, you still remember the Qianmen Tavern!"

"Remember, what happened?"

Could he not know that in the play under Zhengyangmen, the tavern is the main battlefield, and the courtyard behind it is also very good.

"The old man He's son is going to marry a wife, and a banquet is scheduled for next month, so someone asked me if I was free."

Chen Xueru doesn't have time to go, she has a big belly, so let's tell an interesting story.

"Old man He has a son, so why is he the only one working in the tavern?"

Li Wuwei asked casually, thinking that the old He family was a mess, so Xu Huizhen could make money quite well, but she was too serious.

If Chen Xueru's character is strong, then Xu Huizhen is the heroine, neither of these two is a little girl.

If he didn't call Xu Huizhen, he really found this future little widow, life will not be easy.

What's more, Xu Huizhen has never been married once, so where is the tavern, she is just a country girl.

Even if Xu Huizhen got the tavern later, without Lao Cai's help, the tavern would not be able to operate, and sooner or later it would close down.

The little wife Chen Xueru is better, she is really willing to give money, she is not so smart, she is also more beautiful.

"I heard that old man He's son was adopted, and I have never seen a real person."

Chen Xueru was gossiping, and suddenly saw Chuntao coming in, so she ate in a hurry.

After the meal, Li Wuwei went to the small office to rest for a while, and saw Chen Xueru coming in with an envelope.

"Wuwei, this is for my sister, buy her something for me, she will give birth soon."

Although Chen Xueru is young, she is older than Qin Huairu, and she feels that she is an older sister in her heart, which is not a disadvantage.

"Look at you, I have already said that I am not short of money, so let's not be an example."

 …for flowers  …

Li Wuwei folded the envelope in half and found it was too thick to fit into his trouser pocket, so he had to put it on the table first and take it away later.

"I know you're not short of money, isn't it for my sister?"

Chen Xueru took advantage of the situation and sat beside her, with light in her eyes, she thought about it.

In the future, Li Wuwei took the envelope and left. The money in it could cover the tavern's turnover for half a year, and it was still the kind without cost, so he really didn't think about the tavern.

Seven cents a tael of wine, [-] cents and [-] per cent of the profit, and the labor costs have to be removed, thanks to my own shop, otherwise it would be a mess, no wonder old man He mixed the wine with water.

Those who do catering do not have [-]% profit, so they are embarrassed to talk about making money.

When he arrived at the Qianmen Sub-district Office, he collected the rent and last month's salary. After a day today, he actually went to four places to collect the money. It was the third day of every month when the closing bell came, so he was really busy.

"Director, the accounts for this month have been settled, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Before the change, he would have liked to be laid off, but now that the public-private partnership is getting closer, he really can't lose his status as a street cadre.

The key director protects the shortcomings, even if he makes a mistake, he can at most scold him a few words, but in fact he will be punished with three drinks, this place is good.

"Okay, it seems that the next one will do something."