Chapter 230: Popular Movies

More than 30 packages were weighed one by one. Most of them were made of dry goods, and the portions were not too heavy. Wang Sanpao took a small paper sheet and checked them one by one, marking the weight and the amount of money at the back.

He aimed at the same stroke and stroke, which was a bit like a cat and a tiger, and it was difficult to see. Even so, the fat man did not reach out. He knew that he could not deprive others of his right to serve the People's Liberation Army. For Wang Sanpao, this matter itself was a kind of happiness, and the spiritual enjoyment it brought was far greater than his efforts.

When he was bored, the fat man watched another postman distribute newspapers, put them into a green bag in a stack, then went out to ride a bicycle, and ran around each unit. The fat man suddenly felt his heart: We should order a few newspapers too.

Although he understands the direction of development, the details cannot be covered in everything after all, and newspapers can make up for this shortcoming.

At this moment, another person came in outside. He was tall, in his forties or fifties, wearing green clothes and his waist was straight, which was quite stylish.

"Director Wang, the letter from the radar station has been settled. This fellow villager wants to be our voluntary postman." The salesperson handled the package while reporting. He was also sweating profusely. It was his first time to mail so many packages at one time.

The post and telecommunications director lit up and stepped forward to grab the fat man's hands: "What a good comrade, just like Chairman Mao taught us, we must serve the people wholeheartedly!"

The man spoke with a loud voice and was very passionate. While speaking, he shook his hands hard, asking the fat man to fully understand what revolutionary enthusiasm is.

The fat man also heard about Director Wang. He was very enthusiastic about Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought. He was very inciting, so he was called "Wang, Marxism-Leninism".

When I saw him today, I was indeed well-known. So I said, "Director Wang, the voluntary postman is not me." After that, I pointed at Wang Sanpao.

Wang Mali patted the fat man's shoulder hard: "Little comrade, look at your body, you have to study more from that old comrade. If you don't study for three days, you won't be able to catch up with Liu Shaoqi. You must exercise well in order to become a noble person, a pure person, and a person who has escaped from low-level interests..."

The fat man wiped the spitting stars on the tip of his nose: "Hehe, Director Wang, just do this. Give me a few selected works of Mao Zedong, I will take them back and study hard, and strive to become a theorist."

Wang Mali stared at the eyes, looked at the fat man carefully, and suddenly asked, "Are you literate?"

Seeing the fat man nodding, he immediately opened the drawer and took out a book the size of a palm from the inside. It was wrapped in red plastic skin on the outside, and it was printed with: Quotations from Chairman Mao.

"This is the essence of Mao Zedong's Selected Works, take it back and study hard."

The fat man held the quotes in his hand and found a little bit of the popular soldier. He smiled in his heart: Hehe, go back and give them to Qiqi, ask her to recite the old three articles before dinner, and you must bring Chairman Mao’s quotations to him...

"Director Wang, can you subscribe to newspapers?" The fat man put the quotes in his pocket. He should not study this for the time being, just study and study newspapers.

"Okay, subscribing newspapers is also a good way to learn. When you read these newspapers, which one is not the header written by the chairman. I suggest you subscribe to the two magazines: Red Flag and Fight, which is the most theoretical-"

Seeing that Wang Ma Leung was talking about theories again, the fat man quickly interrupted him: "I'd better subscribe to the People's Daily. Let's have another Guangming Daily. Should I pay the money according to the quarter or the whole year?"

"Now our villages are all subscribed newspapers in units, and there are not subscribed by individuals. You are the first person to try new things. It is worthy of praise. We must dare to be the first in the world--" Wang Mali said more and more passionately. It seems that he will not give up the fat man's subscribe to newspapers to a certain level.

The fat man was convinced: Is this Wang, Marxism and Lenin considered a sequelae left to him by an era?

Fortunately, at this time, the salesperson finished the package and came to receive the fat man. The Wang Male-Leung ran to Wang Sanpao and began to fire at him.

The fat man paid the money, but the mailing station had not been opened in Kaoshantun. For the sake of Wang Sanpao, the voluntary postman, he decided to run once a week. As a result, the fat man's daily newspaper became a weekly newspaper.

He glanced over there and saw that Wang Male and Leung were still talking nonstop, while Wang Sanpao frowned, and then suddenly said, "If you want to talk about it again, I will stop doing it!"

Seeing Wang Mali closed his mouth in surprise, the fat man was very happy: "Uncle San is still powerful, he can get it done in one shot."

Just as he was happy, he saw Wang Malei coming to him again: "My little comrade, after the newspaper is distributed, you must study hard, and don't just use it to make a wall--"

"If you want to talk about it again, I'm not sure!" The fat man thrust his waist and shouted with confidence. The depression just now was immediately swept away.

The salesperson couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then quickly covered his mouth, with his back facing Wang Mali, but his trembling shoulders still exposed the target.

Wang Mali was furious and took off his hat and threw it on the table, and he was about to fire at the salesperson. A half-old boy ran into the outside and shouted at him, "Dad, my grandfather asked you to find some scrap newspapers for you, and you should cover the wall during the New Year."

"Little Baba, newspapers are for learning, how can you stick a wall? Get out of here!" Wang Mali's anger was full of nowhere to vent, and it poured onto his son's head in an instant.

"I'll go back and tell my mother!" The half-baby was very dissatisfied, and wiped the sleeves of the cotton jacket under his nose, and then ran away.

Wang Mali held the hat back on his head, then took out a green bag from under the table, and walked out the door angrily. The fat man's eyes were sharp and saw a roll of paper exposed on the bag. When he saw that the paper was the newspaper, there were two small words "People" in the middle of the fold.

"Comrade, is this guy your director?" Seeing Wang Mali walk out the door, Wang Sanpao couldn't help asking the salesperson.

Seeing the salesperson nodding, Wang Sanpao kept shaking his head and muttering: "Who is this person? Who is this person..."

The fat man smiled, then looked through the orders in his hand, and there were some monthly and semi-monthly magazines behind him. As he looked, the fat man's eyes lit up: "Can you still subscribe to this popular movie?"

"Yes, but the one in January has been sent."

"Can you buy a single book?"

"This is not OK. When we come, we send it in a few times, no more or less."

The fat man then realized that there seemed to be no retail form like a street book stall at that time, so he said, "Then order it all year round."

He once heard Dapengzi mutter about this "Popular Movie", saying that it introduced the movie summary, some movie actors and their photos, and they always wanted to see it, so the fat man remembered to subscribe to this.

Although the salesperson was a subordinate of Wang Mali, he was obviously not infected by him. He searched in a large canvas bag, then took out a magazine with a colorful cover: "This is, you can take a look first. It is said that mass movies are the most published magazines in the country."

By the way, there was no TV at that time, and movies were the most popular entertainment, so popular movies were the best-selling ones.

The fat man took the book and saw an actress printed on the cover, which looked familiar. When he opened the catalog, he saw that it said: Young movie actor Liu Xiaoqing.

After looking through the contents inside, it was full of pictures and texts, which was indeed popular among the people, so they nodded: "I ordered."

Then, the fat man continued to search, with the big braids, and Qiqi. He listened to the little trumpet every day, and that little thing couldn't feed the little girl.

The fat man knew that this was an era when spiritual food was relatively scarce, and for this reason, he should pay more attention to this issue.

"How was this book like in childhood?" The fat man asked the salesperson. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard of this when he was a child. He applied to his father, but because of financial reasons, he was not approved.

The salesperson flipped through the bag for a while, then took out two books: "This is ordered by our township central primary school, just one set, you can take a look first."

The fat man hurriedly thanked him and took a book of childhood. Unlike ordinary books, the paper was actually square. After reading it roughly, there were no cartoons or comics inside, and even the illustrations were black and white.

After a closer look, it turned out that the inscription on the cover of the book turned out to be Soong Ching Ling. The fat man felt warm and had decided to order the book.

When I read another book, it is "Children's Literature". When I opened the catalog, the fat man was a little stunned. In the author column, the names of many great writers were listed, and the cover inscription was Bing Xin.

"These two have been ordered." The fat man made up his mind.

The salesperson was a little surprised. In this era, there were not many people willing to subscribe to books. Generally, each unit subscribes newspapers and magazines. Now, fat people subscribe to more than those units alone.

Although books and magazines were not too expensive at this time, they couldn't resist the number of them. The fat man still took out more than fifty yuan at once, which was almost as much as the salary of ordinary workers for two months.

If the fat man is an unemployed young man in the zoo, his salary for three months is not enough.

Walking out of the post office, I happened to meet Wang Male and Leung. Wang Sanpao wiped his dog-skin hat down and lowered his head, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The fat man greeted happily: "Director Wang is back, why are he looking class struggle?"

Wang Mali went home to deliver a newspaper, and then his wife gave him a political class. He was so angry that he saw the fat man smiling, he didn't get angry: "Chairman Mao taught us that we should always be vigilant and sweep away all monsters and monsters-"

The fat man laughed twice and said in his heart: "You clean up the monsters and monsters on your body first." Then, he took a few steps, caught up with Wang Sanpao, and rushed to the supply and marketing cooperative together.

Wang Sanpao said loudly with a loud voice: "Fatty, what are the passers-by doing when he is concerned about him!"

The fat man grabbed the back of his head: "Hehe, I'm idle now, I'm looking for what I felt during the Cultural Revolution."

After entering the supply and marketing cooperative, the fat man looked at it and saw that there were people in front of the counter. The car owner and the others came over for more than two hours, but they still had nothing in their hands.

"Uncle Boss, why haven't you bought anything yet?" The fat man couldn't help but shout.

"We have just come in and have just been queuing outside. Why are there so many people?" Boss Che wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

"A supply and marketing cooperative is not enough." The fat man couldn't help but sigh, and then he saw people around him cast strange eyes at him. The fat man scratched his head and continued, "When will we open a store ourselves."
Chapter completed!