The Story of Spring

1. In the 1980s, spring thundered and everything was renewed. At that time, rural credit cooperatives were already in the recovery period, achieving annual surpluses, and their annual deposit limit had reached more than 90 million yuan, an increase of more than ten times than before. At that time, my father had just inherited his grandfather's "mantle". He put a photo of his classmates with the inscription "Revolutionary Friendship" in his book, and then began to imagine a new future in a rural credit cooperative in a remote and desolate township.

The office is located in a row of old tile-roofed buildings. Under the brick-red oxtongue tiles, my father is wearing a Chinese tunic suit and calculating in a familiar way. There are always complicated documents and vermilion printing boxes on the table. , carbon paper, accounting books and seals of various sizes. At this time, the total face value of RMB had increased to 168 yuan and 88 cents, and the words "grasping revolution and promoting production" and "learning from Dazhai in agriculture" were no longer on the documents. Occasionally I look up and see the dappled spring light. The rules and regulations on the wall, the duty schedule, and the portraits of the five great figures Ma, En, Lenin, Stalin, and Mao that have been posted for a long time are immersed in the intertwined light and shadow, becoming darker and more solemn. And looking into the distance, the road ahead stretches on the sunny fields, which becomes brighter and brighter as you look at it.

2. In the 1990s, the spring breeze turned into rain, and the still water flowed deep. At this time, rural credit cooperatives were also facing new development opportunities. It was a spring in 1996. Rural credit cooperatives separated from the administrative affiliation with the Agricultural Bank of China and were managed by the People's Bank of China, embarking on a new era of independent development. . I remember that at the beginning of the separation of the company, I walked into the place where my father worked for the first time. It was known as the poorest township in the northwest of the county. Although "upstairs and downstairs, electric lights and telephones" had been implemented, the office facilities were still very backward, and There is an iron fence installed on the thick and high cement counter. The old-fashioned wooden tables and chairs and the heavy cabinet with carved five-pointed stars look so shabby and old-fashioned. The aunts and uncles inside are wearing all kinds of clothes. There is no uniform uniform.

Although there are not many customers who come to handle business, I know that the piles of manual accounts have consumed their main energy. Not to mention the bright glass counter and the neat and uniform work clothes, the office computer placed on the counter alone made me extremely novel. It was the first time I saw a computer in my life. At the same time, it was also the first time that the gap in the management and development of rural credit cooperatives was clearly felt. However, many things are foreshadowing for the future, because the story has not been told yet, and we don’t know who is more exciting until the end.