"School-run factory?"

Principal Zhou was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Song Yuanchao had this idea.

No. 2 Middle School does have a school-run factory, and this factory is larger than other ordinary schools. As the principal of the school, he naturally has the final say on the placement of personnel in the school-run factory.

The request made by Song Yuanchao was not too much to say. Not to mention that the school owed Song Guangzeng, but based on the friendship between Principal Zhou and Song Guangzeng for more than 20 years, he had to help with this favor.

However, Principal Zhou still thinks that it is more appropriate for Song Yuanchao to take the college entrance examination. In his opinion, going to college is a bright road. Song Yuanchao is young and has a learning foundation. He should review it carefully. Even if he fails to enter the university, he should take the technical secondary school entrance examination or something like that.

, after graduation, you will also be in the cadre establishment. Isn’t this better than working as a teacher in a school-run factory?

But he had said everything he needed to say and advised everything he needed to persuade, but Song Yuanchao was determined.

Song Yuanchao also frankly told Principal Zhou about his situation and thoughts. At this time, it would be useless for Principal Zhou to say more.

"Okay, it's no problem if you want to go to the school to run a factory. I can arrange this..."

"Thank you, principal!" Song Yuanchao showed joy on his face and thanked him quickly.

Principal Zhou waved his hand and said earnestly to Song Yuanchao: "According to your situation, I can recruit you as a teaching staff, but there is one thing I want to say first."

"Please tell me." Song Yuanchao put on a listening posture, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. He vaguely knew what Principal Zhou wanted to say to him.

As expected, Principal Zhou said: "Aid to Korea, I hope you don't give up the opportunity to go to college. Now when the country is in dire straits, there is a huge shortage of talents in all walks of life. Being an ordinary teacher and going to college are not the same."

Similarly, even if you work in a school-run factory, you can't drop your studies. For the sake of your parents and your own future, Uncle Zhou hopes that you will have a better future."

This was a respectable and lovely old man. Song Yuanchao was extremely moved. In order to reassure Principal Zhou, Song Yuanchao did not refuse this request, but agreed.

There is basically no problem in going to work in the factory run by the school. However, Song Yuanchao cannot officially go to work now because his household registration and files have not been processed yet. All procedures must be completed first before they can be implemented.

However, Principal Zhou promised Song Yuanchao that he would go through the procedures as soon as Song Yuanchao's household registration was settled, and he would be able to arrange work within a week at most.

Song Yuanchao's heart finally relaxed and he was grateful to Principal Zhou. Principal Zhou waved his hand, and then the bell rang. Unknowingly, they had been chatting for nearly an hour, and it was already noon.

"It's time for lunch, let's go to the cafeteria." Principal Zhou stood up and greeted Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao shook his head and refused: "Principal, I won't have lunch. I have some things to do later, and I have a small favor I want to ask you for."

Principal Zhou looked at Song Yuanchao with questioning eyes. Song Yuanchao looked a little sad and said: "I want to go to Suzhou to visit my parents in the next few days. Could you please help me open a letter of introduction?"

After hearing Song Yuanchao's words, Principal Zhou also looked sad. Without saying a word, he walked directly to the desk, opened the drawer and took out a letter of introduction, sat down and wrote a few words with a pen, and then took it out from another drawer.

Put the seal on it, wait for the ink pad to dry slightly, and then carefully tear off the letter of introduction.

"I gave you a one-week validity period, is that enough?"

"Enough, enough, enough, thank you principal." Song Yuanchao was extremely grateful. Principal Zhou had helped him a lot. In this era, it can be said that it is difficult to move forward without a letter of introduction. Song Yuanchao's household registration has not yet been confirmed. Whether he wants to go to Suzhou or

Whether you take a train or a long-distance bus, you must have a letter of introduction before you can buy a ticket.

Principal Zhou once again declined the invitation to go to the cafeteria for dinner. Song Yuanchao left the school with the letter of introduction. Before leaving, he did not forget the concierge, Uncle Liu, and went to say hello.

After leaving school, Song Yuanchao walked to a nearby state-owned hotel. The reason why he refused Principal Zhou was not because he had other urgent matters to attend to, but because he did not want to trouble Principal Zhou too much.

In this era, there were not as many restaurants, fast food, etc. as in later generations. In addition to cooking at home, ordinary people had to either bring meals to work or eat in canteens. The only way to solve their meal problems outside was to go to state-owned restaurants.

State-owned hotels, as the name suggests, are hotels run by the state. Private hotels have not yet appeared, and the market is still in the stage of opening. It will take a few years before individual economies will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

There is a counter at the entrance of a state-owned hotel. Behind the counter is a wooden menu. The price and the amount of food stamps are marked on the menu. You can order what you want to eat directly at the counter, and then you can pay for the food stamps and buy chips.

The chips are also very ordinary, they are round chips made of plastic with the name of the state-owned hotel printed on them. The various colors represent different types of food, and the number of chips represents the amount of food. Of course, some state-owned restaurants use older chips.

wooden chips, or a menu handwritten directly by the cashier at the counter.

After ordering two taels of fried pancakes, Song Yuanchao queued up at the window to pick up the food. After a while, the steaming pancakes came out of the pan. After handing in the chips, the chef inside handed the enamel plate containing the pancakes to Song Yuanchao.

There is also a bowl of egg skin soup that comes with it.

After finding an empty seat by the window and sitting down, Song Yuanchao took out his chopsticks from the chopstick holder, poured a plate of vinegar and started eating.

The taste of pan-fried pancakes in this era is not comparable to that of later generations. First of all, the ingredients used are different. The pan-fried pan-fried pork of later generations is completely different from today. The breed of pig is the white-skinned pig that was introduced later. This kind of pig is big and produces a lot of meat.

The breeding period is short, but the taste is far inferior to that of local black pigs.

In addition, they are all frozen meat, and there is no meaty flavor in the mouth at all. In addition, the production methods are also very different. Those time-honored restaurants with Shanghai and Shanghai characteristics have suffered from the retirement of their masters, cost and other reasons.

In order to cater to the market, the taste has become much worse.

After one sip, the lingering aroma fills your mouth, and then you take another sip of the clear soup made with large bones, egg skin and chopped green onion. It is simply a pleasure.

Just when Song Yuanchao was enjoying his meal, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder. Song Yuanchao subconsciously looked up and saw a familiar smiling face facing him.

"It looked like it was you from afar, but when I came in, it was really you! Yuanchao, when did your kid come back?"

This was a young man wearing a green military uniform without a collar. He put his arm around Song Yuanchao's shoulders affectionately, his eyes full of joy.

"You...Daqi!"

Song Yuanchao also showed a happy expression. Li Daqi, his childhood friend and his friend from childhood to high school.

Song Yuanchao stood up in a hurry and almost brought down the chair with his movements. He excitedly clenched his fist and punched Li Daqi's chest several times, and then hugged him warmly.

Patting Li Daqi on the back hard, Song Yuanchao was very excited. When the educated youth went to the countryside, Song Yuanchao went to the northwest, but Li Daqi went to Liaodong. After the two separated, they lost contact with each other.

In his previous life, Song Yuanchao returned to Shanghai and looked for Li Daqi, but because Li Daqi had moved and didn't know where he lived, and because communications were extremely inconvenient in those days, Song Yuanchao was unable to contact him.

In the days that followed, Song Yuanchao solved the household registration problem and went to work in a subsidiary of the telephone company introduced by Zhang Jianguo. He was busy at work for several years. During this period, Song Yuanchao also tried to continue to search for Li Daqi's whereabouts, but there was no news about him.

It was not until much later that Song Yuanchao learned that Li Daqi had left Shanghai as early as 1979 and went to live in a southern city. By the time Song Yuanchao finally found out about Li Daqi's whereabouts, it was already 2010.

But Song Yuanchao was not able to meet Li Daqi in the end, because at that time Li Daqi was already terminally ill. When Song Yuanchao heard the news and asked for leave from his work unit and hurried over by plane, Li Daqi had passed away a few hours ago.
Chapter completed!