The three fifth-grade babies finally convinced their parents to move into the school.

The night at Redstone Bay Elementary School finally gained some popularity.

Every evening after school, Mr. Wang Yuanchu would always lead them to the forest to collect firewood and cook on the open-air stone stove.

A wisp of smoke accompanied by the laughter of the babies, the old gentleman was smoking a cigarette with joy, and the three little disciples were holding a pottery bowl and drinking porridge and rice.

Such a scene is very similar to the grandchildren of the Zhuang family, warm and happy.

The sting has passed, and it is still very cold in the mountains at night. Occasionally, nocturnal monsters howl on the empty cols, making people feel creepy, and the cold hairs all over their bodies stand upside down.

Three oil lamps have been lit on the stone table in the classroom, and the children have cleaned the pots and bowls and began to study under the lamps.

Wang Yuanchu did not rest, and saw wood on the playground by the faint swaying light of the pine oil torches.

Although the five-year life in the labor camp was the greatest tribulation of his life, he really learned a lot of crafts, including this simple carpentry job.

Those "rightist" elements who have undergone labor reform are all elite and capable people from all walks of life, who are very good at getting things done, and who pay attention to science in everything.

Even the potato pumpkins they grow, whether in terms of yield, appearance, and taste, are said to be several grades higher than those planted by nearby members.

As for the handicrafts of masons and carpenters, the forced labor of a few small sluices, a few tables, chairs, and wooden beds has been done, and they are all self-taught.

Now this carpenter's craft has finally come in handy.

Accompany the three children to study every night, just use this time to do it yourself, make some wooden tables and benches, replace the stone desks in the classroom, and also save a lot of money for the school.

During the day, Lao Wu had already led the students to sawed down many fir trees in the front mountain, carried them back and stacked them on the edge of the playground.

The carpenter's work, such as cutting into small pieces, sawing into boards, chopping and sawing, can only be done slowly by the old gentleman himself.

Lao Zhang and Xiaoche are still skeptical about whether the old principal really knows how to carpenter the craft.

But since this old man is willing to work hard, it is up to him.

Anyway, there is nothing to do in the long nights, and chopping wood is considered exercise.

It doesn't matter if you can't make the board and waste it, the most important thing in this mountain is wood.

Wang Yuanchu is still very confident in his craft, and he has already planned to let his second son Wang Shichuan send him a set of carpenter's household goods.

There is time in the long spring semester, even if a bench is made in one day and a desk is made in five days, and the workload of 25 wooden benches and 25 wooden tables can still be completed in four months of a semester.

The desks and benches used by students should not be very beautiful, but they should be strong and durable.

But if it is contracted to a master carpenter outside, at least there is no salary of 200 yuan that cannot be paid.

The funds allocated by the Education Commission are pitifully small, and there is no such thing at all.

Therefore, if the teachers and students can overcome the difficulties themselves, it is better to be self-reliant.

When these "rightists" first entered the labor camp in the hinterland of Daqingshan, there was nothing there.

Starting with charcoal bricks, do it all yourself.

In less than a year, the barracks, furniture, mountain fields, and grain depots were all there.

These "old rightists" who are full of old ideas have also been transformed into real laborers under the power of the dictatorship of the proletariat.

In between busy times, Wang Yuanchu would walk into the classroom with a cigarette in his hand to check how the homework of the three children was doing.

When encountering a student with a lot of scribbled mistakes, he will stop and reprimand two sentences.

At this time, he is no longer a principal and a teacher, just like a kind and strict father, accompanying his grandchildren to study at night.

A few days later, the old gentleman's first carpenter's finished product finally came out.

A two-person bench and a long table are thick and sturdy, and they also exude a faint resin fragrance.

"Old headmaster, you're so good at it!

Teacher Xiao Che, Lao Wu, Lao Zhang, and a group of students gathered around the long table, and there was a sincere compliment and admiration, which made the old gentleman very useful.

"What the hell, you haven't seen the cabinets and steamers I make!

Wang Yuanchu held a planer in his hand, rubbed the table top and table legs, and from time to time he started to plane out some inconspicuous flaws.

"Lao Wang, there's nothing going on at home these days! I won't be home at night! I'll give you a big saw here!"

Mr. Wu was finally convinced by the newcomer Principal Wang, and took the initiative to ask for help.

"Forget it, your family is all here, and there are many things at home, unlike me alone. During the day, taking the students to prepare the wood is a great favor for me! ”

The old gentleman freed his hand and handed a cigarette to Mr. Zhang and Mr. Wu.

"You are so old and you have worked hard, and our subordinates can't look at it blankly! Old principal, we will bring our own food, and we will make a gang with you at night! I won't do anything else, I'll be in charge of pulling a big saw for you with Lao Zhang, hahaha!"

"Come and learn a craft from the old principal, in the future, if this private teacher can't do it, he can still rely on this craft to support his family!"

Teacher Zhang also echoed that they were all infected by Mr. Wang Yuanchu's practical spirit.

"Well, I'm in short of helpers! But the ugly thing is that I don't have the wages to pay you both!

Wang Yuanchu took a puff of cigarette and laughed at the two old guys.

"Don't get paid, but you're going to have to break a lot of money for this cigarette!"

The car teacher went to ring the preparatory bell for class, and Lao Wu took out a cigarette case from Wang Yuanchu's pocket and divided two cigarettes with Lao Zhang, so he went to class happily.

"This old Wu, you have to prevent him from smoking in the future. ”

Wang Yuanchu looked at the empty cigarette box very distressed, and decided to change the habit of handing cigarettes to everyone from now on.

At this rate, the ten cigarettes brought to him by his son Wang Shichuan were scattered in less than a month.

His monthly salary is not enough to pay for smoking!

The mountain goods store temporarily run by the teacher has also opened, and for the time being, only the mountain goods that the students can use to cover the school fees, and only the mountain goods that are easy to store and will not rot and deteriorate, are generally soil paint, tung oil, wild tea, mountain mushrooms, wild honey and the like.

The primeval forests in the hinterland of the Dabie Mountains are full of tung trees, sumac trees and wild tea forests, most of which are more than a few hundred years old.

Because of the blockage of transportation, the atmosphere of indiscriminate logging did not reach the time when the steel was smelted, so it was preserved, and it became an important source of income for the mountain people.

"Headmaster, these things must be sold, right?"

The lacquer and tung oil have a strong pungent smell and are all stored in a wooden shack on the edge of the playground.

The wild meat of pine mushrooms and wild tea is for human consumption, and cannot be put together with lacquer oil, so it can only be temporarily stored in Wang Yuanchu's bedroom.

All with bamboo bamboo tubes, a bamboo tube is one or two catties of weight, half a month, these cyan bamboo tubes hung all over every corner of the old man's dormitory.

Therefore, every time the car teacher delivers the goods, he will ask Wang Yuanchu with concern.

"My son said, these mountain goods are all sought-after commodities outside, even if you open them up, they can't be sold and it's all mine!"

Wang Yuanchu encouraged his subordinates, but he had no bottom in his heart.

Half a month has passed, why hasn't the second son Wang Shichuan come yet? He won't change his mind halfway, right?

In fact, during this time, Wang Shichuan and Wei Lan were also engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

Let go of the timber business that you are already familiar with, and go to the mountain goods business that you have never done before, in case you can't make money, you will be busy in vain.

"Wei Lan, you think so. Wood and bamboo are all heavy goods, and the profit of one pound of soil paint can be worth three sticks! The market for wild tea and honey will certainly not be bad! The trading of heavy goods is too tiring, and you will not be able to bear it when you get older. The old man in his seventies and eighties can do the buying and selling of mountain goods, which is a serious business for a long time. We can't just look at the present, we have to have a long-term plan, I think the mountain goods business is definitely more promising than selling wood!"

Wang Shichuan combined with the market research during this period of time and told his daughter-in-law his thoughts.

"My father is really tired this year, this gray hair is a lot! ”

After the Qingming Festival, it is the rice planting season, and the husband and wife are using a pallet truck to transport manure to the fields.

A cart of farmhouse fertilizer was scattered on the spot with a shovel, and the two of them were sweating profusely and sitting on the ridge to rest, Wei Lan pulled her husband's gray and messy hair, and smiled very distressedly.

"You can go on a mountain road of more than 60 miles every two days! You have to pull thousands of catties of wood! I am fortunate that I am an iron body, otherwise I would have fallen down a long time ago! I can't make any more money, don't die, I'm tired and lying down your mother and three will be miserable!"

Wang Shichuan stretched out very comfortably, stood up from the ridge, and prepared to speed up the speed of manure transportation.

"You prepare five hundred yuan for me first! A new business needs to be turnovered!"

"I knew you wanted money, otherwise you wouldn't have been grinding with me for so many days!

Wei Lan followed the cart and questioned her husband very unhappily.

The women smiled when they received the money, and let them spend hundreds of dollars outside, which was really more uncomfortable than cutting meat.

"Fresh mountain goods must be sold in time to make money, otherwise they will be smashed in their hands! It is definitely not possible to pull a board cart for a few days and go back and forth like selling wood! I want to buy a bicycle, and I need to prepare some working capital!"

"Before you make money, you can prepare the outfits of the public family! Wang Shichuan, let me tell you, you can't mess with women outside at any time! Let me catch you once, and you will die!" Wei Lan sneered and warned her husband.

"You mother-in-law is really! I'm as tired as an old scalper, and you still want me to have a pot on my head!"

Wang Shichuan stopped in astonishment, looked at his daughter-in-law and couldn't help laughing.

This idea that I had never had seemed to be pushed away by my daughter-in-law Wei Lan at once.

"Just because I don't have it now doesn't mean I won't have it in the future! I'll ring the alarm bell for you first!"

Wei Lan took the rope from her husband's shoulder with a dark face and walked quickly to the front.

"This woman!

Like a lowly weed, the daughter-in-law still treats herself as a treasure, Wang Shichuan is displeased, and his heart is already happy.