Admired.

At this time, joyful chatter and laughter came from the work shed next door. Li Minqiang stood up and patted the tangled hair stuck to his body and said: "The 'little scholar' is writing a blackboard newspaper, let's take a look."

In the migrant workers' shed, everyone was pointing around a blackboard, talking and laughing.

This blackboard was made by Zhang Yiming and Wang Mingkun, the "little scholars", who used their rest time at night to find wooden boards and black paint. Although this homemade blackboard is not as standard as the ones bought in cultural supplies stores, after Zhang Yiming's help

The paintings by his dexterous hands are really beautiful. The night before yesterday, he mobilized the masses and sent eighty-nine poems, essays, and allegrettos about the construction of the reservoir to his little editor. Due to space limitations, Zhang Yiming

He could only publish the best ones. He selected four manuscripts from many and wrote them on the blackboard. At this time, the manuscripts had been finished, and Zhang Yiming was correcting the shortcomings according to everyone's instructions.

Zhang Shifu walked up to Zhang Quanming who was washing his feet and said, "It's true that the buns have meat but not in the folds. I didn't expect you, Zhang Quanming, to be a poet."

"What a poem, it doesn't look like a jingle."

"Hey, I have to learn from your humility. You're even on the bulletin board and you still say no!"

Zhang Quanming hurriedly washed his feet and went to the blackboard to take a look. His poem was actually published, and he couldn't help but feel happy. But when he looked carefully, he changed the words in several places. He knew that this was written by "Little Scholar" for him.

Modifications were made. He looked at the blackboard carefully and seemed to find something, so he shouted: "Hey, hey, is there something wrong here?"

Everyone was stunned by Zhang Quanming's words: "What's the problem?"

Zhang Quanming said seriously: "Where have the masterpieces of our 'little scholar' gone?"

After a burst of laughter, everyone started talking about each other:

"Yes, what was written by the scholar?"

"Take it out quickly and write it down, don't be embarrassed!"

"Let's all learn from each other!"

Zhang Yiming waved his hands and said, "I'm not as good at writing as everyone else."

"Xiucai, don't be humble, take it out quickly!"

Xiao Minghui took advantage of Zhang Yiming's surprise and reached into Zhang Yiming's pocket, took out all the manuscripts and flipped through them carefully. Suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "Hey, I found it!"

Zhang Yiming snatched the manuscript from Xiao Minghui's hand, but Xiao Minghui held it high and avoided it.

Xiao Minghui said loudly: "Hey, this is a high-level bottle tied to the calf!"

"Erase my article and replace it with his, he wrote it well!" Mu Qingtian shouted.

At this time, the people standing behind became anxious: "Only the tough guys in front of you appreciate it, but the honest people behind you will suffer!"

"Yes, you have to have some style!" the people behind agreed.

There was another burst of laughter in the work shed.

Zhang Shifu spoke: "Don't any of you yell, can I read it to you?"

"Forget it, your broken gong voice can still recite poetry? Please stand aside from the telephone pole!" Wang Baosheng said.

"Baosheng, don't change your mind. You're not much better than me."

There was another burst of laughter in the work shed.

"Let's let our 'little scholar' recite it to everyone. He can express emotions when he recites it."

"Yes! He is a famous drama actor in the school publicity team."

Zhang Yiming walked up to everyone generously and said: "Okay, I will read it to everyone. If the writing is not good, please give me your opinions and revise it."

After a burst of applause and approval in the work shed, it slowly became quiet. Everyone pricked up their ears and waited for Zhang Yiming's poem recitation.

Zhang Yiming coughed, cleared his throat, glanced at everyone and recited:

Zhaozhuang River Beach,

The marching horn sounds far away,

Hammering the cold stars as they fall,

The pickaxe struck the ice and trembled.

Sweat melts the thousand layers of jelly,

Flood control warriors are not afraid of difficulties.

Digging out the happy water with both hands,

Blessing all generations, my heart is sweet.

"Good! Well written!"

“It’s so exciting!”

There was another burst of applause and praise, and some people whispered to one another:

"It's truly a well-deserved reputation. The 'little scholar' has a lot of words."

"I am a high school student who hangs a clock on a telephone pole."

"I think it's not even in high school or junior high school. It all depends on whether the brain works well or not. Isn't Li Xiaobao in your village also a high school student? Why can't he write it?"

"Why are you trying to lift him? He can't lift the horse's tail and skewers of tofu. His brain is not on the right path."

"This means that stinky dog ​​meat cannot be served on the food plate!"

"Hahaha!"

“It’s really lively!”

Everyone's excited eyes suddenly turned to the entrance of the work shed. Li Minqiang and Wang Mingkun entered the work shed.

Zhang Yiming suddenly stood up and saluted forward, and then said like a cannon: "Report to the platoon leader and squad leader, we are issuing a bulletin board, please give guidance to the leader."

Wang Mingkun pointed at Zhang Yiming's nose: "You funny guy."

Zhang Yiming made a face and sat on the floor.

Li Minqiang looked at the beautiful blackboard newspaper. Every word on the blackboard was so vigorous, powerful and pungent. Every article was like a fire burning everyone's hearts. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

All the comrades in the platoon were in the work shed. Some were sitting around the stove chatting, some were playing chess, and some were leaning leisurely on bed rolls. When Li Minqiang noticed that Li Xiaobao was not there, he asked, "Where is Xiaobao?"

Wang Daming looked around: "I was still lying on the bunk at that time, but then he disappeared."

Li Baosheng curled his lips and said with dissatisfaction: "You lazy guy, I don't know where he got into."

Li Minqiang smiled and said: "We must help him more in the future."

Mu Qingtian tilted his head and said: "Help! I think no matter how much you help, it will still be a kite that has fallen into the water and cannot fly. A loach in a smelly ditch cannot become a dragon."

Xiao Minghui said: "He lacked calcium when he was a child, and he lacked love when he grew up. His grandma didn't kiss him, his uncle didn't love him, his left cheek needed a slap, and his right cheek needed a kick. When a donkey sees a donkey, he kicks him, and when a pig sees a pig, he tramples on him. That's the virtue.

It can’t be changed.”

Wang Mingkun laughed and said: "You learned the jingle there. He is our brother, how can we helplessly watch him go the wrong way and let him break the pot?"

Li Baosheng retorted: "I'm afraid you can't control him, isn't he jumping three feet high in front of your strong man? He's so stinky that he can't climb up the wall!"

Mu Qingtian said: "This is an unripe grape that is very sour and difficult to handle. It is useless even if you talk nonsense. Such people should be punished severely."

Li Minqiang sat down by the stove, added two pieces of coal to the stove, looked at everyone with a smile and said: "If one person is advanced, let's learn from it, and if one person is lagging behind, let's help. Li Xiaobao is our brother, we can't discriminate against him, but care about him."

Him, help him, trust him. It would be wrong to regard your brother as a die-hard. He is a member of our team. If you want to believe that he will be able to fight with us to build the reservoir, then

It just depends on how well we do our job."

Wang Daming glanced at Wang Mingkun and said, "Let me give Brother Mingkun a piece of advice. If you just blow your beard and glare when something happens, you are not like Min Qiang who does patient and meticulous work."

Wang Mingkun lowered his head and said: "Da Ming's criticism is right. I have to apologize to Xiaobao. I have to change my bad temper. If the light is not bright, someone will pick it. If the person is unclear, someone will mention it. I hope you can give me more in the future.

Just a reminder, when you see me getting angry, just give me a look. This is also helping each other!"

Wang Mingkun's words made everyone purse their lips and smile.

Li Minqiang said: "We should all care about each other, love each other, and help each other. Building the reservoir depends on everyone, and doing ideological work also depends on everyone. Doing ideological work is not only the leader's business, but also everyone's business, and everyone has to do it.

Learn to do ideological work so that everyone's minds are thinking about one place and their energy is working together. There is a saying that goes well, if everyone is of one mind, loess turns into gold. As long as everyone works together, they can all do Xiaobao's work. Of course

, the more important thing is to love him and care for him. If you do your job well, Xiaobao will get better."

Everyone was listening quietly, thinking about Li Minqiang's words, thinking about their own thoughts and future actions, and thinking about their own responsibilities.
Chapter completed!