Zhou Chujiang was stopped by Lin Nianhe. She said, "Teacher Zhou, please don't leave yet. You have other things to do."
"Oh, okay!"
Zhou Chujiang sat in the corner, took out his work notes and wrote on the edge of the kang, as if he was really writing lesson plans.
Lin Nianhe withdrew his gaze and looked at the others.
"Actually, as long as we don't talk outside and the students don't talk nonsense, there won't be a big problem." Wang Shumei said, looking at Lin Nianhe, "Who did you borrow the mimeograph machine from?"
"Sister Shumei is transparent." Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and smiled, "I borrowed the mimeograph machine from Uncle Wang."
Wang Xue burst into laughter and said: "With the approval of the leader, what should we be afraid of? If anything happens, there will be someone high up to take care of it!"
She smiled broadly, and not just for the students.
For most educated young people, the most difficult thing about going to the countryside is not only having to do farm work, but also not being able to read for a long time.
If we compare it with the life of later generations, it would probably be like this - no mobile phones, no computers, no entertainment options, and we still have to work every day.
Under such conditions of extreme lack of spiritual life, even just reviewing and discussing the colorful knowledge learned before is extremely precious.
Wang Dong grabbed the stylus on the kang table and held it up high, as if he was really raising a red-tasseled gun: "I grew up reading my brother's textbooks at home. If there is any problem, I already have it! For Let’s do it for the next generation and for the future!”
Miao Hongqi was a little timid, but she didn't object and just said, "I'm with everyone."
All she has now is given by the group of people in front of her. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, she is willing to go together.
Only Wen Lan remained silent.
Lin Nianhe asked her: "Sister Lan, do you have any concerns?"
Wen Lan's eyes were complicated, and her eyes swept over several people one by one: "I have no objection to you wanting to change the textbook, but you should give me a textbook first! I have never seen what a textbook looks like since I became a teacher. , how do you want me to change it? What should I change?"
Everyone: "..."
It was indeed abrupt for them to ask the physical education teachers to change the teaching materials.
"Isn't this... we have to respect every teacher's opinion..." Lin Nianhe laughed dryly and moved to the corner while laughing.
Wen Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Young lady, you're just delaying things."
She was about to get up as she said this, wanting to go back to the house to make some money for hairdressing.
Lin Nianhe stopped her too, and then said: "Since we have the same opinion, let me talk about the difficulties——"
She picked up the wax paper and stylus and said with some embarrassment: "You have to engrave wax paper to print textbooks. I tried it this afternoon and failed."
Everyone was silent, even Zhou Chujiang, who had been immersed in writing lesson plans, raised his head.
Lin Nianhe asked with hope: "Which of you can?"
"This chatterer..."
"You don't know how, and we haven't touched it before!"
"Engraving wax paper is all the teacher's job. Where have we ever done it?"
Lin Nianhe: "Okay, a problem has arisen, let's overcome it."
The reason why a problem is called a problem means that it cannot be solved easily.
Everyone took turns trying to carve wax paper.
Wen Lan was impatient and was the first to pick up the stylus.
If everyone hadn't stopped her quickly, she would have stuck out her stylus.
It's really impossible to do this job without some experience. Everyone worked together for almost an hour, but no one could write a complete word.
The less they can write, the more they don't want to give up, especially when they feel they are just a little bit behind every time. They always feel that they are almost done, and then they are ruined on a certain stroke.
That taste...
They also wanted to stick out the stylus.
"Hey, what are you doing together? Are you not going to eat?"
The door was pushed open directly, and Yu Xiangqin walked in with her hands on her hips, cursing as she was accustomed to: "How come everyone is so meritorious? You have to come over to treat me to a meal, so I can feed it to you right in front of you, okay?"
"That's not the case." Lin Nianhe replied, stretching with tired eyes.
Yu Xiangqin was a little curious when she saw them gathering together. She came over and took a look: "Hey, why did you bring the wax paper into such trouble? Do you have a grudge against it?"
"The village primary school wants to print papers. No, we don't know how to engrave wax paper. We are still practicing." Wang Xue replied.
"Tsk, a bunch of rubbish, what's so difficult about this thing?" Yu Xiangqin rolled her eyes, snatched the stylus from Wang Dong's hand, and wrote a few words on the wax paper.
The iron wastes: "...!"
Yu Xiangqin threw away the stylus and asked, "Do you understand?"
Scraps: "No."
Yu Xiangqin: "..."
She waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, let's eat first. I'll teach you after you finish eating."
When Yu Xiangqin was in high school, her handwriting was good, and her class teacher was an old lady with bad eyesight and lack of energy, so she left the job of carving wax paper to Yu Xiangqin.
Yu Xiangqin said: "This job is simple. You can write two more words and you will be able to do it. I will teach you later. It will take up to half an hour and you will definitely be able to do it."
After one hour--
Yu Xiangqin's roar resounded throughout the Shili Brigade: "Did your claws just grow out or do duck webs have no flaps? A dog can learn how to put a steamed bun on wax paper. Calling you a piece of trash is just flattering you!"
The useless people raised their heads and looked at their feet. They were scolded seriously and did not dare to speak back.
Anyone who has taught children to write homework will probably have the urge to write the homework for them, but they cannot do it due to educational considerations.
Yu Xiangqin didn't have this worry, so she just did it for her. Eight ancient poems were carved on the wax paper in three strokes, five divided by two.
Lin Nianhe looked at her beautiful handwriting and suddenly had an idea. He pinched his throat and called in the softest voice: "Sister Xiangqin."
Yu Xiangqin frowned and glanced at her: "Are you in trouble?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and returned to his normal voice: "Sister Xiangqin, how about I get you a job as a logistics teacher? From now on, you will be responsible for engraving wax paper and printing things."
Yu Xiangqin's eyes lit up: "What kind of treatment?"
"It's probably the treatment of private teachers." Lin Nianhe didn't dare to say anything.
"Ten work points a day and five yuan a month?" Yu Xiangqin's eyes were particularly bright, "If you are capable, you must be capable! Is it just this little work? No problem!"
Lin Nianhe was afraid that she would have concerns, so he told Yu Xiangqin that they were printing new textbooks, and emphasized that this job was not easy at all.
Yu Xiangqin didn't care and waved her hand: "Just give me money!"
Lin Nianhe: "Okay, I'll go find Uncle Feng tomorrow."
Don't panic when you encounter problems, there will always be a solution.
At noon the next day, Lin Nianhe ate a steamed bun and rode straight to the commune.
When he saw Feng Yuanshan, Lin Nianhe did not directly tell him why he came, but asked: "Uncle Feng, how are the chicken coops in various schools? Our chickens lay eggs every day, and the students can eat eggs every day!"
When he mentioned the chicken coop, Feng Yuanshan burst into laughter: "Xiao Lin, speaking of this, I have to thank you on behalf of the students in Quanlan County! You have helped everyone solve a big problem! Now not only the students can eat eggs , some schools can also sell eggs to supply and marketing cooperatives, which greatly alleviates the problem of insufficient teaching funds!"
Lin Nianhe smiled as brightly as a flower.
Just thank you.
