As he spoke, Zhang Lang's eyes turned red and his voice was choked.

He didn't even want to change his career, but he didn't know that as long as he proposed it, the team leader would definitely find a way to help him solve the difficulties at home.

It’s like when he comes back and force himself to give himself a thousand liters of military oil ticket. Strictly speaking, this is a violation of the record, but the leader still did it, and he was afraid that he would have trouble with him, so he issued a special document.

If such documents fall into the hands of others, the group leader will be punished if he fails to solve them.

There are also disability certificates that can’t be fake at first glance, which are all great favors.

It’s a pity that no matter how capable the team leader is, he can’t help him solve the problem of education. This is a tough thing.

The regiment leader cannot stuff knowledge into his mind. The grassroots military chief officer has very heavy training tasks every day and has no time to sit down and study.

When I have the opportunity to study, time will not wait for anyone.

"Why did you become a woman after just taking off your military uniform? Get out of crying, don't show your eyes when I'm embarrassed." The Minister of Armed Forces woke Zhang Lang from his memories.

"Tell me! What kind of work do you want to do? Or which unit do you want to go to?" The Minister of Armed Forces cursed almost all the time, and knew that it would be too late to scold you no matter how much you scold.

"Chief! I want to go back to the village."

"What? You really want to go back to the village to farm?" The armed minister slapped the table and stood up.

"Chief, I want to go back to the village to lead the villagers to make a fortune and achieve prosperity." Knowing that the Minister of Armed Forces is his own person, Zhang Lang honestly expressed his thoughts.

"You boy..." The armed forces chief ran to the door, opened the door, looked around, and came back after closing the door.

He whispered, "You want to find trouble?"

"Chief, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee has clarified that the whole party should focus on economic development."

"Do you know where the wind blows?"

"Chief, reform and opening up meets the will of the people and conforms to the general trend of socialist development. Anyone who wants to do the right thing with the people will be abandoned by the people and forgotten by history."

"You guys have a lot of things, this is not a joke! You have thought about it. After all, this place is not the south, not the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone."

"Chief, if I want to develop the economy, I don't want to do private contracting or something. What I want to do is an agricultural production cooperative. Collective labor is distributed according to work."

In December 1978, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was held in Beijing. This meeting completely denied the policy of "two whatevers", re-established the ideological line of emancipating the mind and seeking truth from facts; stopped using the slogan of "class struggle as the mainstay" and made a great decision to shift the focus of the party and the country's work to economic construction and implement reform and opening up; the meeting actually formed the second generation of leadership collective of the Party Central Committee with Deng Xiaoping as the core.

Call on the whole Party and the people of the whole country to emancipate their minds and develop their economy.

"Okay! Just have a clear idea in your heart. I don't know how Sun Dascai led the soldiers, and he talks one by one."

"Thank you, Chief!"

"No need to thank me! Since you want to go back to the village, then be a village secretary!" The armed minister touched the beard on his face.

"Chief, our village is in a special situation. There are only two surnames in the whole village, namely Zhang and Dong. Now the Dong family is the secretary, and our Zhang family is the village director. If I become the secretary, there will be conflicts."

Sometimes things in rural areas are simple and simple, and complex.

The rural people are simple, but they also like to compete for their tone. There is a tacit understanding between the two surnames of Xilong Village. If you run for secretary, I will run for village chief.

"So?" The Minister of Armed Forces also came from the countryside and knew the rules in the countryside very well. "Then in this way, you might as well take the lead on your shoulders."

"Chief! Are you not baking me on fire? Take the secretary of the Dong family and then take the position of the fourth uncle as the village director." Zhang Lang didn't know if the armed minister understood his words and said with a wry smile.

"Bad! If you can't solve this little thing, how can you lead the whole village to become rich?" The armed minister glared and cursed.

"Okay! You are the leader and you have the final say." Faced with the unreasonable armed minister, Zhang Lang had no temper.

"Is there anything else? Get out of here if you have nothing to do." After saying the serious business, the Minister of Armed Forces began to chase people.

"Chief, do you see if you can support hundreds of kilograms of explosives?" Zhang Lang asked tentatively.

"Explosive? What do you want explosives?"

"If you want to be rich, you must first build a road. Our village is backed by the mountains. There is endless wealth in the mountains, but unfortunately I can't get it out. I want to make the road wider and at least get into the car."

There is only a narrow mountain road leading to the outside world in Xilong Village. Not to mention cars, even bicycles cannot pass. It used to be a natural barrier to block the Japanese, but now it has become a stumbling block to the development of the village.

"Get out! No!"

"Then you can give some fertilizer."

"Get out! I don't open a fertilizer factory, so where do I get the fertilizer!"

"Okay, I'm leaving! Goodbye, Chief." Zhang Lang said and walked out... he was about to think of other ways. Living people can't suffocate to death.

"You are not a soldier now, and it is not in accordance with the rules to give you explosives. The militia team in your town has explosives. You go find the mayor, who is also the company commander of the militia company." The words of the armed minister came from behind.

"Thank you, Chief!" Zhang Lang was overjoyed and turned around and saluted the Minister of Armed Forces.

"Get out of here!"

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"Squad leader, how about it? Which unit have you assigned to?" Su Shuwang asked for leave today and specially accompanied Zhang Lang to report.

"Go back to the village to be the village secretary." Zhang Lang smiled happily.

Although I was scolded a lot today, I was done with everything I should have done.

"Ah? Why? Why is this happening? Let's go to the squad leader... and look for them! You are a first-class merit, a combat hero. How can you treat you like this?" Su Shuwang was anxious and pulled Zhang Lang to find the Armed Forces Department to judge.

"I asked myself to go back to the village," Zhang Lang grabbed Su Shuwang and explained.

"Squad leader? What do you think when you return to the village?" Su Shuwang asked anxiously.

"Haha! If you don't talk about this, you will understand in the future. Take me to find your director." Zhang Lang smiled and did not explain much.

"Look for our director?" Su Shuwang felt that his brain was not enough and could not keep up with Zhang Lang's ideas.

"Let's go!" Zhang Lang pulled Su Shuwang with a confused face.

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"Hello, Director Tong!" With Su Shuwang's leadership, Zhang Lang directly found the director's office and pushed open the door to say hello to the director.

"You are... that... Zhang..." Tong Wei, director of the Materials Bureau, looked up at Zhang Lang, and still had some impression of him, but he couldn't call his name anymore.

"My name is Zhang Lang! I just transferred to the local area." Zhang Lang introduced himself again.

"Oh! Yes! Zhang Lang, look at my brain!" Director Tong stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhang Lang, "Thank you for your 500-liter oil ticket, which helped us solve the big problem."

"No need to thank you, everyone gets what they need, everyone gets what they need." Zhang Lang hurriedly held Director Tong's hand with both hands.

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When Zhang Lang changed his job and returned home, he went to the Materials Bureau to exchange 500 liters of military oil tickets, which were received by Director Tong himself.
Chapter completed!