Back to the golden age

"School-run factory?"

Principal Zhou was a little surprised. He didn't expect Song Yuanchao to have such an idea.

No. [-] Middle School does have a school-run factory, and this factory is larger than other ordinary schools. As the principal of the school, he naturally has the right to make a final decision on the placement of the school-run factory.

The request made by Song Yuanchao is really not too much, let alone the school owes Song Guangzeng, only because of the friendship between President Zhou and Song Guangzeng for more than 20 years, he must help this job.

However, President Zhou still thinks that it is more appropriate for Song Yuanchao to go to university. In his opinion, going to university is a bright road. , After graduation, it is also a cadre establishment. Isn't this better than working as a teacher in a school-run factory?

But everything that should be said has been said, and all that should be persuaded have been persuaded, but Song Yuanchao is determined.

Song Yuanchao also frankly told Principal Zhou about his situation and ideas. At this time, it would be useless for Principal Zhou to say more.

"Well, it's no problem for you to go to the school-run factory. I can arrange this..."

"Thank you, principal!" Song Yuanchao expressed his thanks quickly, with a happy expression on his face.

Principal Zhou waved his hand, and said earnestly to Song Yuanchao: "According to your situation, I can recruit you as a teaching staff, but there is one thing I want to say first."

"Please tell me." Song Yuanchao put on a posture of listening, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. He vaguely knew what Principal Zhou was going to say to him.

As expected, Principal Zhou said: "Aid Korea, I hope you don't give up the chance to go to university. Now that the country is in ruins, there is a shortage of talents in all walks of life. Being an ordinary teacher is not the same as going to university." Similarly, even if you work in a school-run factory, you can’t let go of your studies, for your parents’ sake, and for your own future, Uncle Zhou hopes that you will have a better future.”

This is a respectable and lovely old man, and Song Yuanchao was very moved. In order to reassure Principal Zhou, Song Yuanchao did not refuse this request, but agreed.

It is basically not a problem to go to work in a school-run factory, but Song Yuanchao cannot officially go to work now, because his household registration and files have not been processed, and all procedures must wait for these to be implemented before he can operate.

However, Principal Zhou promised Song Yuanchao that once Song Yuanchao's account was settled, he would go through the procedure, and he would be able to arrange work within a week at most.

Song Yuanchao's heart was finally relieved, and he was grateful to Principal Zhou in every possible way. Principal Zhou waved his hand. At this time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. It turned out that they had been chatting for nearly an hour before they knew it, and it was already noon.

"It's time for lunch, let's go, let's go to the cafeteria." Principal Zhou got up and greeted Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao shook his head and refused: "Principal, I won't eat lunch. I still have some things to do later, and I have a small matter to ask for your help."

Principal Zhou looked at Song Yuanchao with a questioning look, and Song Yuanchao said with a sad expression, "I want to visit my parents in Gusu these few days, can I trouble you to open a letter of introduction for me?"

After listening to Song Yuanchao's words, Principal Zhou's expression was also gloomy. Without a word, he went to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a letter of introduction from it, sat down and wrote a few words, and then took it out from another drawer. Put the seal on it, and carefully tear off the letter of introduction after the ink pad dries a little.

"I gave you a one-week validity period, is that enough?"

"Enough is enough, enough, thank you principal." Song Yuanchao is very grateful. Principal Zhou has helped him a lot. In this era without a letter of introduction, it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch. If you take a train or a long-distance bus, you must have a letter of introduction to buy a ticket.

Once again declining Principal Zhou's invitation to eat in the cafeteria, Song Yuanchao left the school with a letter of introduction. Before leaving, he didn't forget the concierge, Uncle Liu, and went to say hello.

Leaving the school, Song Yuanchao walked to the nearby state-run hotel. He just rejected Principal Zhou because he didn't have other urgent matters, but he didn't want to trouble Principal Zhou too much.

In this era, there are not so many restaurants and fast food in the later generations. In addition to cooking at home, ordinary people can either bring meals to work or eat in cafeterias. The only way to solve the problem outside is to go to state-owned restaurants.

State-run hotels, as the name suggests, are state-run restaurants. Private restaurants have not yet appeared, and the market is still in the early stages of opening. After a few years, individual businesses will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

There is a counter at the entrance of the state-run restaurant. Behind the counter is a wooden menu. The price and the amount of food stamps are marked on the menu. You can order what you want to eat directly at the counter, and then pay for the food stamps to buy chips.

The chips are also very common, just the kind of round chips made of plastic, with the name of the state-run restaurant printed on it, and the various colors represent different foods, and the number of chips represents the amount of food.Of course, some state-run restaurants use older wooden chips, or the menus are handwritten directly by the cashier comrades at the counter.

After ordering two taels of fried rice, Song Yuanchao waited in line at the window to pick up the meal. After a while, the steaming fried rice came out of the pan, and after handing over the chips, the chef inside handed the enamel plate containing the fried rice to Song Yuanchao, and at the same time There is also a bowl of egg skin soup that comes with it.

Finding an empty seat by the window and sitting down, Song Yuanchao took out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder, poured a dish of vinegar and started eating.

The taste of fried rice in this era is not comparable to that of later generations. First of all, the ingredients are different.The pan-fried pork in later generations is completely different from the present. The breed of pig is the white-skinned pig that was introduced later. This kind of pig is big, produces a lot of meat, and has a short breeding period, but its taste is far inferior to that of the local black-haired pig.

In addition, it is all frozen meat, and there is no meaty taste in the mouth. In addition, the way of making it is also very different. Those time-honored brands with Shanghai characteristics are due to the retirement of the masters and the cost and other reasons. In order to cater to the market, the taste has deteriorated a lot.

After one sip, the mouth is full of lingering fragrance, and another sip of clear soup made with big bones, egg skin and chopped green onion is simply a kind of enjoyment.

Just as Song Yuanchao was eating to his heart's content, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. Song Yuanchao looked up subconsciously, and saw a familiar smiling face looking at him.

"It seems to be you from afar, but it's really you when you come in! Yuanchao, when did you come back?"

This was a young man in a green military uniform without a collar. He put his arm around Song Yuanchao's shoulder affectionately, his eyes full of joy.

"You... Daqi!"

Song Yuanchao also showed a happy expression, Li Daqi, his childhood friend, played with him from childhood to high school.

Song Yuanchao hurriedly got up and moved so violently that he almost brought the chair down. He clenched his fist excitedly and beat Li Daqi's chest several times, and then hugged him passionately.

Slapping Li Daqi's back hard, Song Yuanchao was very excited. When the educated youth went to the countryside, Song Yuanchao went to the northwest, but Li Daqi went to Liaodong. After the two parted, they lost contact.

In the previous life, Song Yuanchao went to look for Li Daqi when he returned to Shanghai, but because Li Daqi moved and didn't know where he lived, and because communication was extremely inconvenient at that time, Song Yuanchao couldn't contact him.

In the days that followed, after solving the household registration problem, Song Yuanchao went to work in the subordinate unit of the telephone bureau introduced by Zhang Jianguo. He was busy at work for several years. During this period, Song Yuanchao also tried to continue looking for Li Daqi's whereabouts, but there was no news of him.

It was not until a long time later that Song Yuanchao knew that Li Daqi had left Shanghai in 1979 and went to live in a southern city. By the time Song Yuanchao finally found out about Li Daqi's whereabouts, it was already 2010.

But Song Yuanchao was unable to meet Li Daqi in the end, because Li Daqi was already terminally ill at that time. When Song Yuanchao heard the news and asked for leave from his work unit and rushed over by plane, Li Daqi had passed away a few hours ago.

Thinking of the regrets of the previous life, and looking at the young and very familiar face in front of him, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but burst into tears.