Chapter 1826 Mr. Zhou Returns to Beijing 2
"Hello, Comrade Zhou." The two raised their hands and saluted without thinking too much. "Three days later, the plane will fly from Jinling Military Region to the capital. We will pick you up and send you to Jinling Military Region, as well as Comrade Zhao Kui."
Zhao Kui is Zhao Anbang's father. He was able to return to his hometown to recuperate a few years ago, but he has not resumed work.
Wang Zhengguo took the opportunity to hand the telegram to Zhou Fengchu.
Zhou Fengchu held the telegram tightly. He did not expect to be able to go back so soon. Although he could not return to his original job immediately, returning to the capital meant that all his past charges were cleared, and he had a great chance of returning to work.
"Okay, I'll go pack my luggage now." The most important thing is to say goodbye to the old buddy and the younger generation.
Everyone is happy for him. Zhou Fengchu has such a result. How long will it be before they are rehabilitated?
Zhou Fengchu only took away some clothes and some daily necessities, and left his bedding and other daily necessities to his old friend who might leave at some time. Before getting on the bus, he slowly glanced over the Wanglou Brigade, remembering the faces of the elders and fellow villagers in his heart, and finally fixed his eyes on the person who sent him off, "Xiaoxue, we'll see you in the capital."
"Don't worry, we'll see each other soon." Feng Qingxue's eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy.
In her previous life, she had heard people say that those who resumed work during the catastrophe or were able to leave the relocated areas just after the catastrophe were all bigwigs. Without connections and abilities, they would not be rehabilitated so quickly, because the national rehabilitative work was in the early 1980s.
To celebrate Zhou Fengchu's departure, Feng Qingxue prepared two tables of delicious dishes at noon, including chicken, fish, meat and eggs, which were very rich.
Seeing the hope of getting rid of the bad elements, Wen Ruyu got drunk, touched Fubao's two braids tied with red hairbands, and said with a smile: "The capital, I've been away for too long, it must have changed a lot. I wrote a letter to the higher-ups to test it, saying that I am old and weak, and I don't have much time left. I don't know if I can return to Beijing to recuperate and do my best for the cultural community."
The cultural and academic circles are not the military and political circles, they are already suffering from the disaster, and the chance of redress is very high.
The two students who have accompanied him in the past few years, He Qingyin and Ouyang Mo, nodded one after another, and seriously considered the big shots they knew. After all, they were also the leading figures in the painting world before the disaster, and Ouyang Mo was the president of the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts.
Jin Ruochu's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and smiled, "Good idea. I don't know when they will remember us, so it's better to find a way to contact like-minded people and write letters to the higher authorities. Since ancient times, reading can make people wise and know how to be a good person. It is nonsense to say that knowledge is rebellion! The cultural gap has been ten years, and the lack of talents in all aspects has reached an extreme. I think the country is in urgent need of rectification. It is very likely that the college entrance examination will be restored, and we will have a place to use our skills at that time."
Unlike Wen Ruyu who devoted himself to studying calligraphy and painting, he, Jin Ruochu, is a versatile talent among versatile talents. There is nothing he doesn't know about physics, chemistry, machinery, architecture, calligraphy and painting, foreign languages, and mathematics. Before the accident, I don't know how many universities invited him to teach there. Guan Cheng only studied with him for a few years, and now he is a senior engineer in a machinery factory in the capital, and has developed and improved several new machines.
Feng Qingxue gave the two elders a thumbs up, "I also think the college entrance examination will be restored. Too many things have happened this year, and the upper level has not been completely stabilized. Master, Uncle Jin, if you two want to write a letter, please wait until next year."