At night, Shiyi Village, the village chief's house.

In the boudoir, Qin Lin was correcting the students' homework, and her sister Qin Lan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding needlework in her hands.

After all, she doesn't read much, so she has learned how to do the work of women in the countryside, like what to do with shoe soles and sewing cloth shoes, which are all unique skills that she is good at.

The ingenious Qin Lan is beyond the reach of many women in Shiyi Village.

After sewing for a while, she jumped off the bed, tiptoed, and walked to Qin Lin, who was writing on the platform, what is this little girl doing?

"Hey, stinky girl, what are you writing?" Qin Lan called out coldly, reached out and snatched a piece of letter paper from Qin Lin's desk.

Qin Lin was so frightened that she almost jumped up from the chair, came back to her senses, and reached out to grab it in a panic, "Sister, don't ...... Give me back ......."

Qin Lan was working in the field, in comparison, her strength was much greater than Qin Lin's, she pushed Qin Lin, and laughed, "I'll see, you're a girl, your face is blushing like that, Sichun!"

"You, like the wind, when I am lonely, I hope you are the right person, at the right time;

You, like a poem, came in the middle of my barrenness, wishing you were the right person, at the right time;

You, like rain, when I dry up, how much I hope you are the right person, at the right time......"

Qin Lan unfolded the letter and read it aloud, Qin Lin was so ashamed that her face was red, "Sister, don't read it, give it back to me!"

"Heh, little girl, it's really Sichun, say it quickly, who is this a love letter for, do you know the shame?" No matter how illiterate Qin Lan is, she knows some words, and when she reads such words, she naturally knows that this is a love letter.

Qin Lin blushed, like a ripe apple, "How can there be, sister, don't talk nonsense, this is ...... It's a text from our school......"

"Hehe, Qin Lin, you are really a big sister, you don't know a word about the big guy, what about the liar!" Qin Lan smiled, "Tell me honestly, otherwise, I will tell my father!"

"Don't...... Sister, I'm the best you've done to me, give it back to me. Qin Lin pounced on it and grabbed it, for fear that Qin Lan would really hand over this love letter to her father.

Qin Lan took a deep breath, "I want to think about it, the person in this letter is...... Is that the prodigal Zhang Daman?"

"He's not a prodigal, besides, the prodigal son won't change his money!"

"Yo yo yo, you still say no, sister, you have to think clearly, Zhang Daman used to be quite honest, since his wife ran away with someone, he is purely a prodigal, you are a teacher in a dignified school, you are not suitable for him at all!" Qin Lan immediately objected.

"Sister, he is not what you say, in fact, he is very good. Qin Lin argued.

Qin Lan's eyes widened, blinked a few times, and thought for a while, "Tell me honestly, when did you start with him?"

"Why, recently, because his son went to school, he had more contact. ”

"You're still quibbling, and your face is red like a monkey's ass. Qin Lan said earnestly, "You have to think about it clearly, he is married for the second time, are you sure you want to marry such a man?

Qin Lin retorted, "What about you, sister, the mediators are about to step on the threshold of our family, why don't you agree?"

Qin Lan hesitated for a moment and waved his hand, "I...... I don't look down on those fancy shelves, in my Qin Lan's life, I can't meet someone I like, I'd rather not marry. ”

She thought for a while, "Hey, stinky girl, what about you, how did you change the topic? I can tell you, Zhang Daman can't believe it, you don't fall too deep, otherwise, you will be the one who suffers." ”

"I see, sister!"

Qin Lin didn't want to continue the discussion, in her heart, she had already been occupied by Zhang Daman, and whatever others said was superfluous.

……

Shiyi Village Central Primary School, Teacher's Office.

For some reason, the closer he got to the end of the term, the more restless he became, especially since the candidate for the next president had not yet been decided, and he couldn't sleep all day long.

He wants to get the position of principal, if he can't become the principal of Shiyi Village Central Primary School, I'm afraid he won't be able to die.

These days, he has been looking around, from the town's education bureau to the teachers in the school, and he wants to do a comprehensive poll from the top down to see if he is qualified to be the principal in the eyes of others.