After Zhou Wen saw it in the rearview mirror, he took the initiative to introduce the various configurations of the car to these students, including where the door locks were, where the windows were, and even the various parts of the driver's seat were introduced in detail.
Several students saw that the senior was approachable, did not put on airs, and had a strong thirst for knowledge. They all curiously asked this and that, and suddenly they became familiar with Zhou Wen.
Through communication, Zhou Wencai learned that these three students were all sophomores in Taiyuan Junior High School and would graduate in half a year. One of them is named Shang Shan, who is a relatively weak-looking young man. One is named Zhao Ting, who is stocky and stocky with a slightly dark complexion. He looks like a farmer’s boy. He is the one with injured legs and feet. The other is named Lei Ming. Seemingly clever, he is the one who asks the most questions.
Zhou Wen suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Peng Feng: "I said Lao Qiao, are these three students the only ones who were arrested? Where are the others?"
Several students were stunned when they heard this, "What the hell is Lao Qiao? Isn't the teacher's surname Huang?"
Peng Feng sighed and said: "It's been almost a week since they were arrested. The other arrested students were all released by someone from their families who paid money. These three are not from Taiyuan City, and their families are also poor. It is not enough to support them in school." It’s easy, there’s no money to ransom people. Besides, their families may not even know about their arrest, let alone anyone coming.”
Zhou Wen knows what kind of place the police station is in this era. As long as someone is arrested, even if the arrest is wrong, unless there is someone behind the scenes, other people will have to shed some blood before they can be released. This has been the case since the late Qing Dynasty. Zhou Wen certainly has no ability, nor the time or energy to change the old customs that have been formed, so he can only express his deep sympathy.
But he still refused to let go of Peng Feng, so he laughed and joked: "Old Qiao, you are a bit picky here, aren't you? I know that the salary of junior high school teachers is not low, so you don't usually help me. That's it. It doesn't take much money to redeem someone, right? I've heard that one person usually only costs fifteen oceans. They are students and can negotiate the price. Three people can redeem them for thirty oceans. You have a salary of more than one hundred oceans a year, and you don’t need to support your family, but you are reluctant to spend this money?”
Peng Feng cursed in his heart, this little wolf bastard is really not a human being, is he trying to tear me down in front of my students? I basically turned over fifteen oceans a month to the organization. I usually eat rice bran vegetables, but I only ate meat once in the past month, and it was a treat from a colleague at school.
It’s really hard for the organization now. All the funds are spent on fingers. There is still a huge gap. How can I be a bourgeois like you? You have to drive when you go out. This is all exploiting the hard work of our working people. Money, I will kill you.
At that moment, he said angrily: "Director Zhou, what you said is not kind. Who doesn't have relatives and family members? Why don't you send all the money back? You finally collected more than a dozen oceans, but you still can't get it all." It’s in the pockets of your policemen, otherwise they would let me stand at the gate for how many days?”
At this time, several students couldn't stand listening anymore, and they all rushed to defend their teacher, "Senior, really, the teacher has always been very helpful to us. Last time Zhao Ting couldn't pay for his food, it was Teacher Huang who helped to pay it in advance. Yes, Teacher Huang usually gives us a lot of books, but we just don’t live up to expectations and always cause trouble to Teacher Huang.”
When Zhou Wen saw this posture, he had to change the subject and said: "Old Qiao, I'm not telling you that if you don't have money, you have to think of ways to make money. How can a living person choke to death? Let me introduce you to a job. Is it a proper way to make money, or a part-time job, and you can get a double salary when the time comes. What do you think, do you want to do it?"
Peng Feng was also speechless. It's all your fault for co-writing, and it's all my fault. You have to blame me even if you don’t have money, why don’t you blame this cannibalistic world? He is really a dandy with no political awareness at all. He who is full does not know that he is hungry when he is hungry.
But when he heard Zhou Wen say that he wanted to find a part-time job for him, he suddenly became wary and asked, "What job?"
Zhou Wen smiled mysteriously and said, "We'll talk about this later. I'll investigate you again."
Peng Feng looked wary and said to him: "I've already promised you, don't call me those harmful things. I can't eat this bowl of rice, and I don't have the ability."
Zhou Wen sighed and said: "Old Qiao, you are a teacher, a role model for others, and your speech must be well-founded. Tell me, what evil things have I done?
When we first met, I saved a whole car of you and killed a group of bandits, right? At this second meeting, I will help you get people out of the police station jail, but I won’t ask you for a penny, right? What does this have to do with being evil? "
This stopped Peng Feng. Yes, I have never heard of this kid doing any bad things. He made a subjectivist mistake subjectively from the perspective of the camp he was in, and this kid caught him. Living.
At that moment, the old man's face turned red, he coughed and said: "Ahem...I didn't say you did it. I just stated that I won't do this kind of thing."
Zhou Wen clicked his tongue and said: "You have some backbone, Lao Qiao. He didn't even listen to what I said about his job before he started to express his position. It's a pity that this year's salary of one thousand US dollars, hey, if it were replaced by Da Yang, it would be a full four thousand. How many things can you do? Hey! Since you like the breeze on your sleeves and your iron bones, forget it."
Peng Feng was dumbfounded now. What? One thousand dollars? Four thousand oceans? Even the Taiyuan Municipal Party Committee's annual work funds cannot be that much. Although there is a revolutionary consciousness that refuses to corrode and will never get involved, this money is not used for one's own enjoyment. If it is given to the organization, it will have to be handed over to the organization. How useful is it?
Now Peng Feng was not calm anymore. It was all because of his subjectivism. This was behind enemy lines, and it was inevitable to deal with the bourgeoisie. How could he make a mistake? Now the door is closed, and I can't be so shameless as to knock on the door again for a while.
Several students saw that neither the teacher nor the senior had any ill intentions, and they were just chatting with each other. They all listened with great interest. They felt more and more that the senior was a nice person, and they felt closer to each other. Especially when I heard the seniors talk about saving people and suppressing bandits, they all admired them. Look at the seniors, they are not much older than me. Even the teacher who has always been upright and wise can't find any flaws. He is so capable and capable as others. It is absolutely incomparable. We must ask the teacher to tell us his story when we go back.
You must know that teenagers aged 17 or 18 are the least likely to be convinced by others, and they are also the easiest age to be convinced, because they all have a heroic dream. What they are most convinced of is that they cannot compare to others, but at the same time they yearn for peace and harmony. The heroes they admired were immediately impressed by this senior's demeanor, conversation, and deeds he occasionally heard about, and they naturally admired Zhou Wen.
