After Su Yuncheng said those words, he pushed aside Zhou Chujiang and pulled weeds just like Lin Nianhe did before.
It seems that arguing with Zhou Chujiang about identity is not as important as pulling the grass.
Zhou Chujiang stood there blankly. In the end, Li Dahe couldn't stand it anymore and dragged him away on the pretext that the two high school teachers should go back to Lan County.
Before today, Zhou Chujiang always felt that there was a lack of challenges in his life. Everything he wanted would be given to him, and he would not want anything.
But today, he was rejected, ignored, rejected, and despised...
In short, he has experienced everything he has never experienced before.
Zhou Chujiang has never suffered so many grievances!
Before being taken away by Li Dahe, he made one last attempt and asked Lin Nianhe: "Comrade Lin, what is your ideal?"
Lin Nianhe held his chin in his hand, looking at the figure in the greenery from a distance, and replied: "Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."
Cornfield poet Zhou Chujiang didn’t understand.
He only thought that there is no sea in Lan County.
So what does she mean?
Want to return to the capital?
There is no sea in Beijing, right?
Zhou Chujiang returned home full of doubts, pulling his hair and thinking hard about what Lin Nianhe's dream meant.
He kept thinking about the night and still didn't understand.
But he waited until his parents came.
As soon as Zhou's father came home, he pointed at him and asked, "What good did you do today?"
Poet Zhou was very sad and replied lazily: "What can I do? Just go and invigilate the exam for a private teacher."
"Then why did your brother-in-law call you back so that you don't have to worry about it?" Father Zhou frowned and looked at his son suspiciously.
As soon as he heard "brother-in-law", Zhou Chujiang came back to his senses instantly and thought of the man in the cornfield.
'You'll believe it. '
The words rang in his ears again.
He suddenly got excited and asked: "Dad, did my uncle mention someone?"
Father Zhou had an expression of "Sure enough," and then slapped Zhou Chujiang on the head: "You can really cause trouble for me! Even if you go to the production team to offend your uncle's leader, why don't you Where is God?"
Zhou Chujiang was stunned and also stunned.
He believed it.
But this was too unreal to believe. The man obviously looked about the same age as me!
…
Zhou Chujiang's incident failed to make Lin Nianhe depressed, and she even quickly forgot about this person and this incident.
But she was still depressed.
"Oh, what a cornfield poet. He can't even understand what Xiao Lin, an educated youth, means. Looking at the stupid look on his face, he just deceived the little girl."
"Why didn't I understand? What's wrong with me, a farmer, not understanding?"
"Either Xiao Lin, an educated youth, can take the double hundred test. When Mr. Zhou was reading poetry, Xiao Lin, an educated youth, even sneered."
"How about our brigade be a culturally advanced brigade, and our teachers are all poets..."
Yes, because of a sneer, Lin Nianhe was unilaterally awarded the title of "Poet" by the villagers.
Even though she never wrote a limerick.
Lin Nianhe felt guilty and embarrassed every time he was called this by the villagers.
But Li Dahe didn't give her a holiday, and the educated youth spot was too noisy to hide away from. She could only endure countless ridicules every day, silently expecting the next hot topic to appear as soon as possible, in order to divert the attention of the villagers.
However, I don't know what kind of bad luck has happened recently. The Shili Brigade is extremely peaceful, and the topic list has not been updated for a long time.
It is not Lin Nianhe's character to sit still and wait for death, so——
"Principal, I think we should go to Shengli Brigade and Jiuli Brigade to promote the campaign as soon as possible. You see, it's almost August."
After another teacher training, Lin Nianhe said to Principal Wu seriously.
Principal Wu nodded and looked at her: "We really have to do this. I discussed it with Hongzi two days ago, but there is no good way. What do you think?"
Lin Nianhe blurted out: "First of all, please invite the folks from the Victory Brigade to come and have a look at our place. We mainly invite parents with school-age children to visit the elementary school and get rid of the matter of the Advanced Cultural Brigade."
Lin Nianhe thought, since there is no topic, then create something new, as long as it can divert everyone's attention.
Principal Wu thought carefully for a moment and then nodded: "Okay, then you can write a poem to encourage students to learn. It should be concise, easy to understand and catchy. We can use it to call on students."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
"What's wrong? No inspiration?" Principal Wu asked with concern.
Lin Nianhe looked at her and shook his head slowly.
Principal Wu asked again: "What's wrong? You can't write concise and easy-to-understand poems?"
Lin Nianhe was silent for a moment and nodded.
Principal Wu thought for a moment, sighed and said, "Then try to be as simple as possible, is that okay?"
Lin Nianhe shook his head again.
Principal Wu didn't understand what she meant, so he tapped the table and said, "Speak!"
Lin Nianhe licked his lips and asked tentatively: "Principal, have you ever considered a possibility... In fact, it's not that I can't write concise and easy-to-understand poems, but that I can't write poems at all?"
Principal Wu shook his head directly: "I never thought about it."
Lin Nianhe looked forward to it: "Then think about it now? It's still too late."
"Go aside!"
Principal Wu, dumbfounded, patted Lin Nianhe and asked her, "What's going on? Why does everyone say you are a great poet?"
Lin Nianhe: "I said it was because I chuckled, do you believe it?"
"Do not believe."
"Then try to convince yourself to believe it. After all, this is reality."
"..."
The poem was not written in the end.
But the folks from the Victory Brigade came anyway.
There were not many people, the captain and his accountant, and three or five men as thin as bamboo poles.
The captain of the Victory Brigade is a short, thin, middle-aged man with a grimace named Cao Manfu. There were not many people in the Victory Brigade, and they had been sitting at the bottom of the commune over the years. This caused Cao Manfu to have gray hair just after he turned forty.
The only thing that makes Cao Manfu stand out in front of Li Dahe is that although his hair is white, it is thick.
"Brother Li, I'm not going to deal with those vain people like you," Cao Manfu said to Li Dahe with a bitter look on his face after walking around the elementary school, "You know what our team is like, half The young and old are all in the labor force, so why should they go to school... I can’t afford it, I can’t afford it..."
Li Dahe held a cigarette while avoiding Cao Manfu's eyes and said, "Then we have to let the baby study."
He knew that what he said was somewhat akin to standing up and talking without pain in his back.
The Victory Team has been memorizing words over the years. Last year, wild boars were making trouble, not only destroying food, but also killing several strong laborers; the year before last, rocks rolled down, destroying half of the farmland, and nothing was left of the other half; the year before last, thunder and thunder caused a mountain fire that burned half of the farmhouses. Countless casualties...
They all depend on God for their livelihood, but God just picks up their jobs and smashes them.
(End of chapter)
