Happy days always pass quickly, and everyone only feels that the hangover has not woken up, and it is already time to go to work. Everyone said New Year's greetings to each other, and happily walked into the workshop or office, and was greeted by a "solicitation form" handed by the leader of the unit.

"Ask for advice?

All of them were confused, but when they read the words at the beginning of the opinion sheet, they became emotional.

The first sentence of the opinion sheet was that "education is a century-old plan", and then it claimed that the factory department had received feedback from many workers, criticizing the teachers of the factory's children's middle school and children's primary school for their sloppy work, perfunctory work, and low teaching quality. Some teachers lack basic teaching ability and enter children's schools to teach on the basis of connections. There are also some teachers who not only work as tutors in their spare time to make money, but even often take time off to go to other schools in society.

According to the opinion form, the children's school is related to the future of the next generation of the workers of the whole factory, and even those old workers whose children have graduated from middle school also have the problem of the third generation of education. Since the children's education cannot be delayed, the factory council decided to immediately start the rectification of the atmosphere of the children's middle school and the children's primary school, and solicited the opinions of all the employees of the factory on this issue.

"What other opinions do you ask, those teachers in the children's elementary school, one is counted as one, and they are all expelled and not wronged!"

"Finally, there are leaders who pay attention to the affairs of the children's school, Nima, the factory leaders have the ability to get the children to study in the city school, and the children of our poor workers are all delayed!"

"Support! If the factory can do a good job in the children's school, I will send a pennant to the factory director!"

"I didn't say it, I just said that Lao Zhou was willing to care about the problem of the children's school, and I have nothing to say about what Lao Zhou said in the future!"

More than half of the 6,800 employees of Linyi Machine have school-age children, of which they have the ability to send their children to schools outside the factory, not even 10%, and most of the children are in the children's schools in the factory.

In the 90s, the basic education system was relatively chaotic, and each region had its own local policy. In Linhe City, the compulsory education stage is to take the way of slicing and contracting, such as Linyi machine, if you want to send the children of workers to school in the city, you have to pay the school "borrowing fee", up to 2,000 yuan per person per year. Linyi machine has its own primary and secondary schools, naturally will not pay this money to the workers, the children of the workers either go to the children's school in the factory for free, or pay the 2,000 yuan to go to the school in the market. With a burden of 2,000 yuan a year, how many employees can afford it?

When it comes to high school, there are two scenarios. There are several key high schools in the city, which are completely free of charge, provided that you can get in. If you don't pass the key exam, you will need to collect money if you want to go to other high schools.

As Yu Xiaohui said to Tang Zifeng, due to the poor teaching quality of Linyiji's children's middle school, no one has been admitted to the key high school in Linhe City for several years, and the children can only go to the high school in the factory, and the quality of the factory high school is even worse, which directly affects the college entrance examination of the children in the factory.

Nowadays, the importance of education has been increasingly accepted by the Chinese people, going to university means being able to get ahead, and failing to get into college means that you can only do manual work and get a low salary. The workers in the factory usually get together, and two of the three sentences are talking about education, especially those parents whose children are facing the high school entrance examination, and their anxiety can be said to be moving. Those children who are still in elementary school have also been infected, and they are thinking in advance whether they should grit their teeth and spend a lot of money to let their children go to junior high school in the city in the future.

At this time, the factory suddenly proposed to pay attention to the children's school, and everyone's emotions could not be stirred. For a while, no one cared about production, bonuses and other issues anymore, and the topic of discussion in every workshop team and every department was how to rectify the children's school.

Further down, the content on the opinion sheet is very specific. The idea of the factory is that, firstly, two retired senior primary and secondary school principals will be hired from the society with high salaries to serve as principals of Zidi Middle School and Zidi Primary School respectively, and then a number of retired outstanding teachers will be hired to serve as the director of the teaching and research department and the head of the grade group in the Zidi School.

Then, it is to evaluate the existing teachers and staff of the children's school, and those who have poor teaching ability, poor student evaluation, and do not attend classes after three days of leave will all be transferred to standby, and the basic salary will be only half for the time being, and the performance salary will be fully deducted. Faculty and staff who can escape the fate of waiting for their posts should also be divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the grade is linked to performance salary.

In addition, there are some other policies, such as linking the prize money to the promotion rate, and the student's success in various competitions in the city is linked to the performance of the instructor, and so on.

"Great, it's long overdue! This time I see if Zhao Jingjing's slut can still jump!"

In the milling workshop, Wang Ying waved the opinion sheet in her hand and said to her companion with a fluttering eyebrow.

Her son is now in the fifth grade of the children's primary school, and according to her own evaluation, her son is talented and intelligent, and he has no problem taking the Tsinghua University and Peking University exams in the future. As for the present, of course, because the teacher's level is too poor, my son's intelligence has not been brought into play, so that the final exam of last semester Chinese and mathematics combined only scored a total of 61 points......

For the sake of her children's academic performance, Wang Ying has gone to the children's primary school more than once, but what is the effect. The Zhao Jingjing she said was her son's former homeroom teacher, a middle-aged woman with similar combat effectiveness to hers. The two of them once stood outside the door of Zidi's primary school and had a big fight, Wang Ying accused Zhao Jingjing of being irresponsible in her work, and Zhao Jingjing claimed that Wang Ying and her husband must be close relatives and that her son was born mentally retarded.

When Wang Ying was fighting with the workshop director Hu Quanquan, he was good at crying, making trouble and hanging himself, but these three axes had no effect in front of Zhao Jingjing, because the other party was even more splashy than Wang Ying, and his body was a little fatter than Wang Ying, which belonged to the kind that could crush Wang Ying with strength.

As a result of the quarrel, Wang Ying had to go to the principal of the primary school with her husband with cigarettes and alcohol, so that the child could change classes. The head teacher of the new class is an amiable middle-aged man who takes good care of the students, and the fifth grader takes a cigarette from his pocket to smoke, he is not angry, and even borrows his own cigarette butts to light them......

What's going on with this special meow!

"Xiao Wang, on the issue of the rectification of the children's school, the factory should hold a meeting to solicit opinions, and let each workshop send some people to participate. Don't you usually have the biggest opinion on children's schools? ”

Hu Quanquan walked over with a smile and said to Wang Ying.

Wang Ying patted her chest and said: "No problem, Director Hu, no one knows more about the children's primary school than me, I must reflect it to the factory leaders!"

Since the rectification of the children's school had to be completed before the start of school, the factory consultation meeting was held on the afternoon of the day of work after the holiday. The meeting was held in a large conference room in the factory, which could accommodate seventy or eighty people. Wang Yingxiong walked into the conference room in a tangled and high-spirited manner, and saw at a glance that there was his old enemy Zhao Jingjing sitting in the venue.

"Why are the people from the school here?"

Wang Ying asked Xu Wenlan beside her. She didn't realize that more than 70% of the representatives of various workshops and departments who came to the meeting today were "problem workers" of various units.

"I heard that the factory meant to confront teachers and parents face to face. This time, the factory wanted to rectify the primary and secondary schools, and some teachers wanted to be transferred to their posts, but they were not convinced, saying that the factory leaders were bullying them. Xu Wenlan said that she also heard the news from other people.

"Do they still dare to disagree?" Wang Ying was annoyed, "Those things they did, others don't know, I don't know the old lady? If they don't accept it, I don't need to say anything about the factory leaders, I can refute them speechless." ”

"Yes, yes, I know Xiao Wang, you are the best. Xu Wenlan gently clapped her hands and encouraged.

"Comrades, please sit down and refrain from speaking. ”

Seeing that all the participants were present, Zhang Shu, deputy director of the factory, walked up to the rostrum and said into the microphone.

The crowd fell silent and waited for him to speak.

Zhang Shu first said an opening remark, which is nothing more than attaching importance to education and the like. Then he went straight to the topic and talked about the problems in the children's school and the rectification opinions in the factory. When it came to the problem, the representative of the school was already a little agitated, and when he talked about the rectification opinion, the agitation turned into a clamour.

"Director Zhang, we can't accept what you say!"

The first one to jump up was Zhao Jingjing, the fat on her face trembled, and she looked extremely angry:

"The quality of teaching in children's primary schools is not good, and we admit it. But can we be blamed for this? After so many years in the factory, how much investment has been given to the children's primary school? In the primary school in the city, the teachers have bonuses every month, and they can also arrange travel during the winter and summer vacations, we have a fart!"

"Why don't you say you're a piece of ass!"

On the side of the worker, Wang Yingteng stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhao Jingjing with his finger, and said loudly: "I don't know you yet, you even got your high school diploma yourself. A student pointed it out to you, and you scolded the student, and you said that there was no such thing!"

Zhao Jingjing immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Wang Ying: "How did I get my high school diploma, it's none of your business! You are embarrassed to say that you are a worker, who doesn't know that you are a full-time family planning cadre in the milling workshop, are you a milling worker? Are you a washer who washes people's buttocks?"

"I didn't mistake people!"

"Is there still a mistake about your stupid son, his parents are married by close relatives!"

"You and your husband are close relatives!"

"My son is not as stupid as your son!"

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