Xia Hongjun received a reply from Meili, it had passed the Lantern Festival and would return to school tomorrow. He saw the story told in Meili's heart and was silent for a long time.

Countless people bleed and sacrificed, and countless people wanted to save lives.

In the letter, he encouraged Meli to train well and be sure to pay attention to his safety.

Finally, I saw that Meili wanted to write another poem for her in the letter, asking for the most beautiful poem.

Oh……

Xia Hongjun looked up and looked out the window, and new buds began to sprout on the branches.

Spring is here.

He immediately started writing on the letter paper.

Spring water is born,

The spring forest is in full bloom,

Ten miles of spring breeze,

Not as good as you.

Feng Tang's "Spring".

My mother Yang Jianlian began to prepare the luggage for Xia Hongjun to return to school, including the guitar that Meili gave him. She had to bring a quilt to wait until she entered school last fall so she didn't take it. This time the girl mentioned in the letter that he must bring it with her.

My father Xia Mingshan has been very busy recently. He goes out early and returns late after the New Year. Sometimes he comes back very late. Later, his mother told him that Fengtai Garment Factory is preparing to implement a contracting system in accordance with the latest national policies.

Xia Hongjun, who had never cared about politics, realized that the reform of the urban economic system had officially begun!

In fact, on October 20 last year (1984), the Central Committee passed a decision on economic system reform at the Third Plenary Session of the 12th Central Committee and proposed to "develop the socialist commodity economy", and a top-down reform kicked off.

"The leader of Chengguan Town means that your father will contract the clothing factory." Yang Jianlian said.

"Good thing." Xia Hongjun blurted out.

"What's the good thing?" Yang Jianlian glared at his son: "Your father has many employees and heavy burdens. No one is willing to contract the leader to find your father!"

"What does my dad mean?" Xia Hongjun asked.

"With your father's arrangement, he dares not accept it if he is arranged by the leader?"

"I'll ask him when my dad comes back that night."

When it was past 11 o'clock in the evening, Xia Mingshan returned home with his tired body and found that Xia Hongjun had not returned to his room to rest. He sat in the living room with Yang Jianlian to cook the fire.

"Why haven't you been sleeping yet? Aren't you going back to school tomorrow?" Xia Mingshan frowned.

"Dad, I want to hear what your factory contracted." Xia Hongjun said.

Xia Mingshan was a little surprised. His son never cared about these things. What happened today?

However, when he thought that his son is a college student now, he saw a lot of worldly appearances, so he briefly explained the situation of Fengtai Garment Factory.

"Actually, our factory has advanced equipment. We just bought it a few years ago. The main reason is that there are many employees and heavy burdens. The products are too single, mainly producing shirts and shirts, which cannot be compared with those clothing factories in the south."

This is also true.

In terms of doing business, the northwest inland can be compared with the coastal areas?

"Dad, you can design and produce cultural shirts!" Xia Hongjun suddenly thought of an idea.

"What is a cultural shirt?" Xia Mingshan has heard of this name for the first time.

"It's just a white round neck shirt, the white old man's shirt that my grandfather likes to wear in summer, with Chinese characters printed on it, and if you are serious, you will print "blood-stained style". If you are naughty, you will be "I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I'm poor". You can also print the English I "mafunnygirl!" Xia Hongjun became more and more excited as he spoke.

That's OK?

Xia Mingshan and Yang Jianlian looked at each other.

"My parents, you can definitely make money. After I return to school, I will ask students from the school's art department to help you design some texts and patterns, and then send them to you."

Xia Mingshan was half-believing, but can you give it a try?

Xia Hongjun was also very happy to see his father agreeing.

Cultural shirts are imported products. They originated from a racing competition in the 1950s. The athletes' round neck shirts were printed with patterns and various words, becoming cultural shirts.

When I entered China in the 1980s, the most prosperous one should be in the early 1990s. At that time, it was mainly influenced by Wang Shuo's "rogue culture". "Don't pay attention to me, I'm annoyed." "I'm a gangster, I'm afraid of whom." "Follow the feeling" "I eat apples and you eat skins" and "I'm really tired to make money" and "I have no money to wait."

They were dressed in a grand manner and swayed across the market.

It is the spring of 1985. Wang Shuo has not become a big name yet. After failing to do business, he returned to Yanjing and was chasing Chen Xujia, a goddess in the dance academy.

And his other goddess, Lao Xu, was still in elementary school in Yanjing City...

If my dad really does work hard, he might be able to become a rich second generation.

Xia Hongjun was full of expectations.

The next afternoon, he had to take the train back to school. This time, Chen Zhaodi came to Xia Hongjun's house early. In addition to carrying a travel bag, she also brought some local specialties to Xia Hongjun's parents.

Haha, I'm so sensible, I know how to give gifts.

In fact, he didn't know that since Chen Zhaodi sent 15 yuan and a few kilograms of food coupons to her family every month, her family's living conditions have improved, and her parents have become more generous.

After dinner, Xia Mingshan and his wife still used tricycles to drive Xia Hongjun and Chen Zhaodi Railway Station. Their parents also bought tickets to enter, which surprised Xia Hongjun this time.

The entire platform was filled with people, carrying large bags and small bags and bedding, most of them were migrant workers.

The green train has slowly entered the station, and the people who boarded the train are still rushing from outside the station to inside the station.

I'm dizzy...

The train only stops here for three minutes. How can so many people get into the bus?

Xia Hongjun and Chen Zhaodi looked at each other.

My father Xia Mingshan looked calm. When the train was just as stable, he ordered Xia Hongjun to squeeze into the door alone!

"Xiaojun, after getting in the car, hurry up and occupy a car window. Open the window and I put my luggage in." Dad ordered.

"Then how did she get on?" Xia Hongjun pointed to Chen Zhaodi, who was a little helpless.

“Enter through the window too!”

Damn it!

Only then did Xia Hongjun remember the crazy scene of squeezing trains in a TV series in the 1980s.

At this time, what to say about civilized, disciplined and order is purely his sister's illness. Xia Hongjun relied on his youth and vigorous energy and rushed forward hard. He tore off whose sleeves and stepped on whose feet. He successfully got onto the carriage amid curses. He endured the pain of an elbow between his ribs, rushed into the carriage and found his seat, and tried hard to open the window glass facing the platform.

"My parents, Chen Zhaodi, here!"

Xia Hongjun stretched out his head and waved desperately.

Xia Mingshan took the lead, ran over with his luggage, and threw his travel backpack to the car window with force, blocking the move that someone next to him wanted to climb the car window first. He waved to Chen Zhaodi.

At this time, Chen Zhaodi became much smarter and ran over to Xia Hongjun and stretched out her hands and stepped outside the carriage with one foot. When Xia Hongjun pulled it, the girl entered the car window lightly.

Huh?

So flexible, it doesn't look like Mu Daidai usually.

Unfortunately, after entering the window, he didn't step on his feet and threw himself into Xia Hongjun's arms.

At this time, Chen Zhaodi didn't care about being embarrassed. She blushed and quickly stood firm, turned around to pick up the car outside Xia Mingshan handed another travel bag.

Unfortunately, the guitar was too big, so Xia Hongjun was afraid of damage when he brought it to the car, so he had to give up again.

When the train started slowly, Xia Hongjun and Chen Zhaodi sat in their seats. There were still a large number of passengers who had not had time to get on the train on the platform, and they followed the train.

"Young man, close the window quickly, why don't someone get in?" someone shouted next to him.

When Xia Hongjun woke up, he saw a hand about to be on the car window. He didn't care about so much and suddenly pushed the car window down, and then he heard a scream outside.

"I'm sorry, buddy."
Chapter completed!