Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

"Jia Dongxu, call your mother out. She promised to be a volunteer propagandist for three days, and we have a propaganda task for her today!"

Officer Song came with a mission.

"Okay, Officer Song, please come inside and sit down. I'll go wake my mother up; she's still asleep!"

Jia Dongxu was a little embarrassed.

indoor.

Madam Jia was fast asleep, snoring loudly!

Chapter 170 Going to the countryside to spread propaganda, Jia Zhangshi cried from exhaustion.

Jia Dongxu asked Secretary Song to wait a moment.

He turned around, went to the door of the inner room, knocked on the door, and wanted to teach Jia Zhangshi a lesson.

Boom boom boom!

There was no response inside.

Boom boom boom!

There was still no response inside.

Officer Song frowned slightly. Was Jia Zhangshi doing this on purpose?

"Officer Song, my mom didn't sleep well last night, so she might have trouble getting up this morning. Don't worry about it, I'll wake her up right away."

What else could Jia Dongxu do?

First, reassure Officer Song and then increase the intensity of knocking on the door.

Bang bang bang!

It was close to smashing the door.

"Jia Dongxu, aren't you annoying?"

"After you finish eating, go to work. Put my food in the pot, and I'll eat it myself when I get up."

The snoring stopped.

Jia Zhangshi grumbled and cursed.

"Mom, Officer Song is here to see you. Aren't you going to get up?"

Jia Dongxu gave another awkward laugh. "090"

"Who did you say is coming?"

Jia Zhangshi was very surprised.

"It's me, Officer Song, Jia Zhangshi. I'm here to take you to be a volunteer propagandist. Aren't you going to get up?"

Officer Song shouted.

"I'll be up soon."

Jia Zhangshi agreed.

soon.

Jia Zhangshi opened the door and came out.

Officer Song looked disgusted. Jia Zhangshi must have drooled while she was sleeping; there were traces of dried drool on her chin and two large clumps of eye boogers.

"Mom, why don't you go wash your face first?"

Jia Dongxu couldn't stand it any longer and urged Jia Zhangshi to hurry up.

Officer Song waved his hand and hurried off to wash his face.

In the 1950s, apart from actors going on stage or celebrating weddings, most women would just apply some face cream.

No makeup!

It doesn't mean being slovenly. You can't be like Jia Zhangshi, who doesn't even wash her face!

soon.

Jia Zhangshi returned after washing her face.

“Jia Zhangshi, starting today, which propaganda team will you be with to promote the prevention and control of damage?”

"Pack yourself up, and wait a bit. Aunt Sun from the propaganda team will come to find you."

After giving the notification, Officer Song left.

"By the way, the promotion will last for three days."

“You may be going to several places. The neighborhood office will take care of your food and lodging. You don’t need to go back to the courtyard house within three days.”

Arrived at the door.

Officer Song added a sentence.

"They even provide meals?"

Jia Zhangshi was delighted.

The work lunch must be pretty good, right?

"Dongxu, I won't be back for the next three days. Take good care of yourself, I won't be able to take care of you."

While eating breakfast, Jia Zhangshi gave her instructions.

Jia Dongxu almost laughed.

Who takes care of whom?

Jia Zhangshi was lazy and didn't do any housework or cooking; Jia Dongxu did all the cooking.

Jia Zhangshi has left.

He will have an easier time.

Before Jia Dongxu could even go to work, Aunt Sun arrived at his door.

Everyone in the courtyard knows Aunt Sun. Aunt Sun is an officer from the neighborhood office, mainly responsible for publicity work, which is different from Officer Song's job.

"Jia Zhangshi, come with me!"

"You'll be working with me as a volunteer propagandist. Director Wang said these three days are your labor reform, so you must behave well, understand?"

Grandma Sun looks to be in her early fifties.

She was a little older than Jia Zhangshi.

Full of energy and spirit.

"Aunt Sun, what's wrong...?"

Yi Zhonghai arrived at the Jia family's residence.

Aunt Sun is actually Officer Sun; under normal circumstances, everyone should call her Officer Sun.

Before Aunt Sun was officially promoted, she was in charge of publicity even though she wasn't a full-fledged staff member. People were used to calling her Aunt Sun, so no one called her Staff Member Sun anymore.

Unless it's a formal occasion.

“I’m here to take Jia Zhangshi away. She’ll be working with me as a volunteer propagandist and won’t be coming back for the next three days.”

Grandma Sun informed Yi Zhonghai.

Many people in the courtyard gathered around and heard that Jia Zhangshi was going to serve as a volunteer propagandist for three days.

Jia Zhangshi followed Grandma Sun to the neighborhood office.

The propaganda team was already fully prepared and ready to go.

This propaganda team has twelve people.

Eleven people were staff members of the neighborhood committee, except for Jia Zhangshi, who was a volunteer propagandist. Everyone knew that he had been punished and sent to reform school.

"this is yours!"

Someone handed Jia Zhangshi a backpack, similar to a military pack, and asked her to put it on.

"So heavy?"

"What's in here?"

Jia Zhangshi didn't want to memorize anything.

But look at the others, everyone has a backpack, even Grandma Sun who is older than him is carrying a backpack.

"We have promotional materials for rat extermination, and we have rat poison!"

"That's what Aunt Sun answered."

Then we set off.

As she walked, Jia Zhangshi realized something was wrong.

How did you get out of the city?

"do not you know?"