On the one hand, it is the sentiment of "sacrificing the small family for everyone", and on the other hand, it is the reality of "achieving everyone and succeeding the small family". This is a passionate contrast between the spirit of dedication and the real rewards full of surprises, and it is also the story that Chinese people like the most.

This is like a story of "I won't get money, but I'll get ten times the cash given by the owner". I won't get money is a beautiful virtue widely promoted, but what is hidden behind the money being won is a personal sacrifice. The money I have already received is to be returned to strangers who don't know who it is. Such a story cannot be said to be a good story, at least it will not be a good story that the public likes.

However, if the owner is generously donated and grateful, the unpleasant part of the story will be removed, leaving only noble and beautiful, and there is also a sense of expectation of winning.

Fame and fortune!

It's like a fairy tale.

In Comrade Song Jian's view, Yang Feng's life is like a fairy tale.

At work, Yang Feng, as the Party Secretary of the Agricultural Township, has a huge workload. As Song Jian said, whether voluntary or involuntary, most of the top leaders are busy, and few people can take into account both work and family.

This is a kind of dedication and dedication, and it is the revolutionary spirit that the Propaganda Department needs to promote.

But it's like getting money out of nothing, behind the revolutionary spirit, there are personal losses. As the Minister of Propaganda, Song Jian often says something "no matter how to ignore personal gains and losses, honor and disgrace", but how can normal people ignore personal gains and losses, honor and disgrace?

The crackdown has been launched for a period of time, which has also caused new problems in the propaganda work within the party. "Unstricted education of children" can be said to be subjective slack, but it cannot be denied that for many middle and senior officials, "Unstricted education of children" is objectively difficult. Officials devoted their time to their careers, so it is naturally difficult for them to have time to educate their children.

How to balance work and life is a difficult puzzle.

But as a cadre of the propaganda department, Song Jian does not need to solve this problem, he only needs to come up with a propaganda model.

Yang Feng is the best example he has seen and is also a recognized "wizard" by the Propaganda Department of the entire Hedong Provincial Party Committee!

On the same day, when I saw the report materials about Yang Feng, the entire Hedong Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department became excited because of the minister's excitement.

As the director of the Research Office of the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department, Song Jian did not do any meticulous work at all. It was because of Yang Feng's representativeness and the minister's attention that he came out in person and brought reporters and videographers in one breath.

Xizhaizi Township has average economic level, but Yang Feng's performance ranks at the top in other aspects of measuring the work of the whole township. In fact, the economic growth rate of Xizhaizi Township also exceeds the average value of townships in the province, which shows that Yang Feng is a qualified and slightly outstanding manager.

As for the family, the Propaganda Department has no intention of pursuing happiness. They only need to know that Yang Feng’s son has extremely outstanding results.

In the 1980s, a child's academic performance is a great achievement. Written in the promotional materials, "his son was admitted to Peking University with the highest score in the country" is also more convincing than "husband and wife are harmonious, father is kind and son is filial."

Song Jian even said a little enviously after the representative organization: "The ancients said that self-cultivation and management of the family, governing the country and pacifying the world. In my opinion, no one in ten people can cultivate themselves, but no one in a hundred people can cultivate themselves, and no one in a hundred people can do it, and no one in a thousand people can do it. Comrade Lao Yang is so lucky and so amazing!"

Reporter Wang wrote quickly and wrote down this passage first.

Comrade Yang Feng said in a complicated mood: "I personally can't talk about self-cultivation and family management. It's even more irrelevant to govern the country and pacify the world, and I can't afford it."

"The Book of Rites talks about the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the country was a big country, and the car was a hundred-pedied country, and the car was a hundred-pedied country cannot be said to be small. If it is about the population managed, it might not be as good as our current township." Song Jian slapped a little and said: "I can't even say how difficult it is to manage a township with tens of thousands of people. There are more than a dozen people in our laboratory, and it is not easy to manage, let alone a village. Comrade Lao Yang, you can definitely afford it, not only to afford it, but also to continue to bear it. If there are thousands of township party secretary like you, and hundreds of mayors like you, the world of Datong will not be far away."

"Miscellaneous, Miscellaneous." Yang Feng felt comfortable all over when he was said. He usually didn't like to go to the city and province, but he just didn't like to look at the faces of senior officials, especially young middle and senior officials, who have always been the most disliked by the top leaders of these towns. In the towns, they are the local emperors who are full of words. When they go to other places, it seems that everyone's level is higher than them. However, when middle and senior officials from other places also flatter, the sourness and pleasure suddenly increased.

Song Jian moved his butt, sat close to Yang Feng, and smiled and said, "I'm not praising, it's a statement, it's a description, it's a truth."

"You're giving me medicine."

"If all cadres across the country can be like your Lao Yang, I will open a medicine factory and be the workshop director."

"Who will be the factory director?"

"Of course it's our minister."

Yang Feng was stunned, laughed haha, and said, "I see that your level of medicine is at least at the ministerial level. He is worthy of being a person who has studied "The Book of Rites". He has already practiced the kung fu of being cautious."

Song Jian's eyes lit up instantly and said in a whisper: "So, a gentleman is cautious about what he doesn't see, and fears about what he doesn't hear..."

"Nothing can be seen invisible, nothing can be seen invisible, so a gentleman is careful of his own." Yang Feng continued his words.

Song Jian nodded repeatedly: "It's no wonder that Lao Yang, you can teach a son who is the top scholar. If your father's level is here, your son's level cannot be low..."

Yang Feng smiled bitterly: "My son, I don't need to teach me..."

"This is the subtle power. Well, I need to add this to our materials." Song Jian was very excited and talked to Yang Feng about the Book of Rites.

Yang Feng was also happy when he said that, and his conversation became stronger.

In the 1980s, there were few books and poor education, especially in grassroots areas. There were many people who only read "Selected Works of Mao" in their lifetime and could only memorize quotations. There were no Internet or libraries all over the country. There were many young people who could not afford to copy books, and there were many people who stayed up late to copy books. There were many people who could not afford to buy books but did not copy books, so there were more.

Below the city and county, they claim to be rude, but in fact they are eight out of ten grassroots cadres. Among the remaining adults, it is not surprising that they know that being alone is calm, and that being alone comes from the Book of Etiquette and can still memorize it, that is rare.

The research room of the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department is a place where senior intellectuals gather. Song Jian likes to talk about the most is ancient Chinese, Youxi Li Ji. At this time, he met Yang Feng, just like the captain of a university team returning home to celebrate the New Year and meeting a high-level e-sports fellow villager.

After a while, the two of them fell into a heated discussion.

The three people next to them had to watch them discuss. They couldn't get in without saying a word, but they had to pay attention to the expression on their faces, for fear of being seen by their leaders with boredom. They were like a spare tire for watching ballet, and they didn't even dare to appreciate it. They were really in dire straits.

After soaking a cup of strong tea, it will cause no smell, and the bladder will start to tease the brain.

Reporter Wang's legs were closed together and when he couldn't hold them, he simply relaxed his hands and "missed" to break the tea cup.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Reporter Wang hurriedly leaned over and picked up fragments, and accidentally pierced his hand.

"Go to bandage quickly, hey, Lao Yang, I'm sorry, you broke the good export porcelain of yours." Song Jian stood up instantly to apologize, but was stunned by reporter Wang.

Export porcelain or something seems to be very expensive.

Yang Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, my son gave me several sets in one go. I just took it out and used it based on the colors. If it breaks, it will be broken. It will be safe."

"Your son is filial to you? Oh, I'm so embarrassed, let's take a look..." Song Jian looked at it, his eyes gradually became solemn, and he said slowly: "This is the work of a master of arts and crafts..."

Reporter Wang couldn't hold his bloody hand anymore and repeated: "Master of Arts and Crafts?"

Of course, he knew that masters of arts and crafts are the highest titles for arts and crafts workers in China. The works made by masters of arts and crafts, whether they are porcelain, inkstones, lacquerware, or wood, are all first-class works. At the moment when the average annual salary of domestic is 2,000 yuan, a set of export porcelain at the Canton Fair often sells hundreds or even thousands of yuan, and the works of masters of arts and crafts often reach a height of thousands of yuan, which is the leader in foreign exchange creation in some provinces.

Thinking that he deliberately broke an object worth thousands of yuan because of peeing, reporter Wang wanted to castrate himself by waving his knife.

Yang Feng didn't care and said, "I bought the technology my son invented and bought it for us after I sold it. I just put it in the office to entertain guests. It won't affect it if it breaks it. It's okay."

"this……"

"It's okay. After that, you go to my house to see it. The messy things in the room are all these export goods, and it won't affect the one or two items."

"Yang Rui bought a house of export goods? What is the purpose of it?"

"I said it was waiting for appreciation, but it was a rare item. I didn't agree before. Later, he bought a batch of stamps, which increased by tens of thousands of yuan in a few months. We didn't agree. Now, my family has built two houses to save things for him, which means that the countryside is large. Otherwise, he would be unable to put down all the messy things... Yang Rui had technical cooperation with a British foreign-funded enterprise and made a lot of money. I reported to the organization." Yang Feng said a few more words, which also saved the other party's psychological pressure.

Song Jian nodded silently. 1984 was a year when stamps grew wildly. Many ordinary people in Pingjiang had dozens of times more stamps. Therefore, when Yang Feng talked about stamps, a few people understood it.

However, breaking the porcelain means breaking the porcelain. Song Jian wanted to say that he would pay Yang Feng, but looking back at reporter Wang, he couldn't bear to let him pay his salary for half a year. He coughed and said, "Old Wang, you heard what Secretary Yang said. Go out and take a good photo with Lao Liu, take more photos, and polish a good article carefully..."

"Director Song, Secretary Yang, don't worry, I have to write this article even if I don't sleep." Lao Wang didn't know how to express his affirmative emotions, so he could only tightly focus his muscles.

Song Jian nodded slowly and asked, "Old Yang, what do you think?"

Yang Feng is also a grassroots official with versatility. He smiled and said, "Then I will thank reporter Wang in advance. It is best to write a good article. There is no need to not sleep."

Reporter Wang smiled and said, "Then I will go out with Lao Liu. Let's find some materials first and make a brilliant report."

"Making good in our province, maybe you can also make great in Beijing. Well, it depends on you." Song Jian smiled.

Yang Feng was heartbroken.

If you are outstanding in Beijing, you will be famous all over the world. The first thing Yang Feng thought of was Jiao Yulu.

The only thing that made him feel a little uncomfortable was Yang Rui. He was unhappy with his son's glory. Fortunately, the conversation just now diluted this emotion.

"We might have really done something." Yang Feng thought to himself. He had many opportunities to leave Xizhaizi Township and work in Xi County. Out of the idea of ​​being a chicken head rather than a phoenix tail, Yang Feng did not fight for those bureaucratic positions.

However, if Song Jian said, if he became a typical example in the province, he would have more positions to do. Not to mention showing his ambitions, he could at least do something that he wanted to do but was not able to do.

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