At that time, there was also a craze for voluntary feces removal in Beijing. Teachers and students in colleges and universities, writers, reporters, and actors lined up to take out feces with him. It is said that there was also a female student from Tsinghua University who pretended to be Shi Chuanxiang because she couldn't get a place in the queue.

The goddaughter finally got her wish and dug out feces with her godfather.

There used to be stories about Xiang in primary school textbooks, but I don’t know if they exist now.

That was the most awesome era for working people!

Now whoever continues to preach that labor is the most glorious... Crowd: He... Tui!

"..."

After hearing these irrefutable words, Chen Jianjun choked up and looked at Yu Xiuli, "Shall we have another one when we have time? This kid is stupid!"

The spirit of dedication is all about others.

When it's your or your loved ones' turn, you can still donate without hesitation. That's a role model, but many people can't do this.

I couldn't continue talking, so I could only sleep.

There is no TV at home, and there are frequent power outages. There is no entertainment except a broken radio.

The yard gradually became quiet, the moonlight illuminated the curtains, and spring insects chirped quietly. Chen Qi was lying on the bed in the outer room, listening to the whispers inside, and he must still be studying his work.

He really didn't want Yu Xiuli to retire early, because he knew that he would not be able to stay at the job for long, and it would be a waste.

Moreover, he has no interest in the job of Xinhua Bookstore. There are three generations of tobacco people, three generations of oil people, three generations of electricity people, three generations of banks, and I am a third generation bookstore person?

"..."

Chen Qi turned over and closed his eyes.

In fact, it didn't matter whether he was selling tea or doing anything else, he was ready to run away with the bucket at any time.
Chapter completed!