Chapter 1384 【1383】Radio Ticket (5100)

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhenlong smiled and said, "Why didn't you listen? I just listened to it at the doorman's place. Today is the first show. Your doorman grandpa specially called me to listen to it. I never thought that my daughter is so good, Weiwei,

You really brought me surprises one after another. Such surprises prompted my father to save money to buy a radio. In fact, our family has money to buy it, but we don’t have tickets!"

These days, everything uses tickets, and radios also need radio tickets. Without tickets, you can't buy them if you have money, because you will have to listen to them often in the future, so he doesn't want to buy a second-hand one. If he wants to buy one, he should buy a good one that can be listened to for a long time.

Ding Wei rolled her eyes and said, "Dad, don't be anxious about this. Come back, I'll talk to Uncle Lei and see if I can exchange something for a ticket. This is a radio station, there should be some connections."

Ding Zhenlong also thinks this is reliable, but...

"Would it be too much trouble for others?"

Ding Wei pursed her lips, "Then... I'll ask someone else to ask. Wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll ask other uncles and aunts."

Helped to take the lunch box from Ding Wei's hand, it was still warm to the touch, "What kind of noodles are there? It's still warm."

Ding Wei slapped her forehead fiercely: "Ah, I almost forgot. Dad, hurry up, go to my brother's school. We handed out four buns, and Uncle Lei gave them to us two. You can eat some later and send them to my brother."

Hey, I’m not too hungry, I don’t care if I eat it or not. These are meat buns!”

It's only two or three kilometers away from Ding Jianshe's school. Although it's already past eight o'clock in the evening, Ding Jianshe hasn't started his evening self-study yet. It's nine o'clock for his evening self-study. It's not too late for them to go there now.

Ding Zhenlong looked surprised when he heard this: "Your Uncle Lei is a good man!"

"Yeah, he was afraid that I wouldn't want it, so he gave it to me and rode away. This favor is too heavy for us. I just helped a small favor, but he really remembered it in his heart. Dad, let's go quickly.

Give it to your brother while it's hot."

They couldn't finish the six big buns, and they would definitely not taste good tomorrow. Ding Zhenlong got on the bike, and Ding Wei sat behind. It took the father and daughter about ten minutes to arrive at the school gate. The adults refused to let them go.

Come in, Ding Wei sweetly called uncle, and said that they had passed by here all the way and wanted to go in to see her brother.

"My brother's name is Ding Jianshe. He is a graduating class student. He has been having a hard time studying recently. My mother specially asked me to bring some food to my brother. Please let me in!"

Upon hearing this, Master Mengang said: "Oh, you are Ding Jianshe's sister. Your brother is a good student with both good character and academic performance. I often hear about him on the radio. Today, he is among the places recommended by the school to the army!

"

Ding Wei and Ding Zhenlong's eyes lit up, especially Ding Zhenlong, who was holding the handlebars with excitement on his face.

"Master, is it true what you said? Ding Jianshe is among the recommended places for the army?"

"Yes, although there are a lot of people called Jianshe, Ding Jianshe is the only one in this class. He even greeted me when he came in and out. I know him, so I can't go wrong. Congratulations. This

It's more secure than being selected in the village! As long as there are no problems with the physical examination and political examination, you can definitely go."

Soldiers in this era also need connections, because everyone wants to be a soldier, and there are so many boys, so you have to choose a good one, so everyone is squeezing their heads to compete for places, but the places are limited.

, so the selection of channels is particularly important, and the last batch should belong to the selection between villages.

Those recommended by government agencies and schools are often more educated and well-educated than those in the village, so social class also determines the way and starting point for joining the army.

Ding Wei was allowed in. She was the only one in the graduating class. In this era, it was not ordinary people who could persist in the third grade of junior high school, especially rural children. It was even more difficult.

Why do the production teams in the villages below only have primary schools and no middle schools? It’s because there are fewer and fewer people who can go to the third grade of elementary school and beyond as they grow older, not to mention those who are admitted to junior high schools. Nowadays, schools require exams.

If you can pass the exam, you can pass it; if you can't pass it, you can't pass it even if you want to.

Ding Wei thinks that the previous teaching methods are still better. Unlike later generations, where a large number of college graduates cannot find jobs and are diverted to the high school entrance examination. It is said to be compulsory education, but the tuition cost is more than N times higher than in the tuition-paying era. The teacher is in the classroom

If you don’t teach well in class, you charge supplementary tuition fees to teach carefully. In the compulsory education stage, the question types and syllabus are simple, but you exceed the syllabus during the exam...

When it comes to the criticism of education in later generations, it means that three days and three nights are enough. In an era when parents, schools, and children are involved in society, primary school students have to take high school entrance exams when choosing schools. At an age when children are lively and active, every day

It’s just a matter of being nailed to the study table. He is not even qualified to play loudly in school. How pitiful!

In this era, children learn easily. Those who are talented can continue to take the entrance exams, while those who are not talented can start farming early or choose other employment directions.

Although there are no high schools and universities anymore, there are still technical schools. This is why children of this age can still sit in the classroom and study.

Even if you graduate from middle school and go to a technical school to study technology, you will still be N times better off than an illiterate person after graduation, because they are in charge of distribution, and as long as you work hard and work hard, it will only be a matter of time before you become a formal worker. If you are admitted to a technical technical school, then

It is equivalent to having a formal job, so even if it is past eight o'clock in the third grade classroom, candles are still lit and students stay up late to study.

The school has electricity, but the voltage is unstable and the brightness of the light bulb cannot satisfy the entire classroom, so it is common to stay up late at night.

The middle school in the county has a total of two floors. The graduating class is on the first floor. It is easy to find. This is Ding Wei's first time to come to this school. It is quite big. Except for the teaching building, which is a two-story building, the teacher lives.

The places where students live are all blue brick buildings, but the campus environment is good and looks quite clean. Of course, this may also be due to the difficulty in seeing clearly at night.

Of course, the graduating class was guarded by a teacher. It was already the second half of the evening self-study class. The situation in the classroom was complicated. There were students reading and writing. Her brother was tall and sat in the last row. She went around to the back door and pulled him.

Pull the clothes of the boy closest to the door.

"Brother, please call Ding Jianshe for me. I am his sister. I'm here to see him."

The boy immediately shouted over there: "Jianshe, Jianshe, tsk tsk, Ding Jianshe!"

The last sound was a bit loud, and my brother heard it. When he looked up, he saw her at a glance. She was standing at the back door, smiling and waving to him.

The elder brother immediately stood up and walked to the podium, spoke to the teacher, walked out of the front door calmly, and then pulled her to the bottom of the stairs at the corner.

"Xiaowei, why are you here? Oh, yes, you went to the radio station to report today, right? How was it? I couldn't even hear your first appearance. What a pity."

"Brother, it's okay. You have to study. Dad is still waiting for me at the door. Come on, eat quickly. There are six buns here. Eat four of them. I'll give the remaining two to dad. Eat quickly. I'll wait until you finish.

Go in."

According to his brother's speed, he could finish the four buns easily. Ding Jianshe wanted to talk, but Ding Wei picked up one and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Eat quickly," Ding Jianshe took down the buns: "I'm not very hungry. Where did you get it? I'll save it for tomorrow morning."

"It will be cold tomorrow morning."

"It's okay, these four are enough for me to eat two meals tomorrow,"

When Ding Wei heard this, she simply gave all the six buns in the lunch box to her brother, including the aluminum lunch box.

"Okay, if you're not hungry, just save it for tomorrow. I'll give it all to you. Will you go home from school at six in the afternoon?"

"No, no need. You and Dad haven't eaten yet. Just give me four, so I don't have to buy food tomorrow. I can go home for dinner."

No matter what Ding Jianshe said, Ding Wei still insisted on stuffing the entire lunch box into his hand.

"Then I'm leaving, brother. You can eat everything. My father and I have also eaten. If my father and I don't go home tomorrow, will you come and ride my father's car after school?"

If Ding Zhenlong doesn't go home, he won't need his bicycle, so Ding Jianshe rides it home on Saturday night and rides it back on Sunday afternoon.

"Yes, you can save 16 cents by riding a bicycle every time. It also saves time. Dad usually rides here after get off work to give me the car."

Ding Zhenlong had nothing to do after get off work, so he naturally focused on his son's time and tried his best to save him time.

After Ding Wei chatted with her brother for a few words, she hurried away. Afraid of staying too long and affecting Ding Jianshe, Ding Jianshe pulled Ding Wei to the back door of the classroom and brought his empty lunch box to her: "I'll wash this."

, you take it back and use it." It was equivalent to the brother and sister exchanging their lunch boxes.

The lunch boxes of this era are all made of aluminum. Not only do these lunch boxes heat up food well, they are also strong and durable. Although they are not thermally insulating enough, they are very convenient to use.

After Ding Wei left the campus, she explained to Ding Zhenlong: "Dad, I gave all the steamed buns to my brother. He insisted on eating them as food tomorrow, so I just gave them to him to save him from having to buy more food. Two meals a day and three meals a day."

One bun should be enough."

Ding Zhenlong felt a little sad that she didn't get anything to eat: "Dad will find you some food when he gets to the dormitory."

"Dad, I'm not hungry, I really am not hungry. I ate steamed sweet potatoes and vegetable steamed buns at work this afternoon, and I'm not hungry at all. It's getting late, shall we go back quickly?"

Feeling that she could no longer waste time, Ding Wei immediately got on her father's bicycle and returned to the dormitory that her father had found. After washing, she quickly lay down.

Because the lights in the dormitory were turned off at nine o'clock, she moved very quickly, and after being tired for a long time, she fell asleep soon after.

It was already seven o'clock when she woke up the next day. The sheets and quilts had been delivered to her father's dormitory, and she went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

Breakfast consisted of vegetables, pickles, and multi-grain porridge that could make a shadow. Her father bought her two eggs as usual. One of them was eaten and the other was taken to the radio station. If she got hungry in the meantime, she would take it out to eat.

Dad himself was reluctant to eat, and Ding Wei couldn't persuade him, so he had to give up. But in his heart, he began to be anxious to make money. Just working part-time at the radio station was not enough.

The reason why she stays today and tomorrow is because Uncle Lei helped her get the opportunity to intern and help at the radio station. That means that from now on, she will help out at the radio station every afternoon, Saturday and Sunday.

Pay her three dollars a week.

Fridays are from 2pm to 8pm, Saturdays are from 8am to 8pm, and Sundays are from 8am to 5pm.

Three yuan a week was much higher than the previous one yuan. Ding Wei was immediately moved. Anyway, she could do anything in Taiwan now.

Cleaning, sorting documents, and serving tea and water are more useful than the aunt they invited!

So the station decided to arrange for the aunt to come over from Monday to Friday, and arrange for her to come over on Saturdays and Sundays. This can be said to be the best of both worlds.

She cleans on Friday night, and auntie comes over to clean on Sunday night. No one owes anyone anything.

I have to say that Lei Feng really put himself in her shoes, and Ding Wei will not let her down. Fortunately, there is no illegal employment of child labor in this era, and there are no troublesome people in their station to report it.

Wei not only received a lot of attention from people here, but everyone also cared for and affirmed her.

Because Ding Wei is good at calligraphy, she is often asked to help copy documents. All in all, the one yuan a day treatment is definitely worth it.

When she had nothing to do, she took out the novel from her bag and started writing it. At first she thought about publishing it first, but she was so absorbed in writing today that she didn't notice that Lei Feng came over from the broadcast and picked up her novel.

As soon as he read the novel, he couldn't take his eyes away. It wasn't until Ding Wei called him that he turned to look at her in shock.

"Child, you wrote this?"

Ding Wei nodded honestly: "Yes, Uncle Lei, you have always said that there is no set of books on the market that are really suitable for children, and they don't even have the experience of children from elementary school to junior high school, high school and college. Then I came up with this idea.
To be continued...