The literacy class of the Peizhou Workers' Club is officially called the Workers' Amateur Culture Study Class, which is very large-scale and very formal.

The national literacy standard is to be able to read and write 1,000 Chinese characters, and to be able to perform simple daily arithmetic operations, but it is difficult to implement them.

Workers can only participate in cultural classes in their spare time, and due to the constraints of work, life, family, and so on, in order to learn these thousand words, they have to attend night classes for at least more than a year, and not everyone can do it.

Because of this, many workers are reluctant to come to the study class, and they give up halfway anyway, so it is better to sleep at home when they have that time.

The cadres in charge of literacy eradication had no choice but to divide the study class into three stages: junior high school and high school, and the primary class only needed to know the common words in daily life and simple addition and subtraction, that is, Sister Lao said that if you can understand the grain book, you will calculate the salary.

Intermediate classes can read and write simple everyday words, and if you have difficulty reading, you should be able to read letters.

The advanced class requires normal reading and writing, and can also handle simple writing work, which has developed in the direction of training civilian personnel.

It is a bit unthinkable to say that after graduating from a literacy class and going to work as a clerical worker, in this era when the vast majority of people are illiterate, there is an extreme shortage of talents, so we can only deal with it in this way.

The Peizhou Workers' Club is on the same street as the city government, a three-storey small white building with a distinctly European style, and even an abandoned fountain pool in front of the door. The brass water pipes imported from England have long been pried away and used to make steel, leaving only the mutilated marble statues.

Before the liberation, this small building was one of the largest trading houses in the province and even in North China, and its business was done in Europe and America, and it was common to see all kinds of foreigners with black skin and red skin haunting it.

Therefore, after liberation, it was the first to be rushed in and smashed by the masses of the people, and by the time the government sent someone to take over, it was already unrecognizable.

Zhou Xiaoan walked through the wide entrance hall of Xiaobailou, and the white Greek-style marble doorpost was half black, which was smoked when burning foreign goods.

Half of the floor of the hall is made of colorful tiles, and half of it is paved with green bricks, which looks nondescript.

Not long after the liberation, I don't know who said that the old man of the Pan family, who ran a trading house, laid a layer of gold bricks on the foundation in order to retain the rich roots when he built a small building.

After the government took over, some people were ready to move, and finally in the middle of the night, a large hole was secretly dug into the floor of the lobby of the small building.

Now Xiaobailou can no longer see the wealth and prosperity of Europe and the United States, and has long been transformed into a workers' club for workers to study and play.

Zhou Xiaoan found a place to secretly nibble on a bun and drink a carton of milk on the road, and when she came to this study class, she went up to the second floor with light steps, walked quietly through the doors of several classrooms, and came to the office at the end of the corridor.

There are only two middle-aged women on duty in the office, one knitting a sweater and the other making cotton pants on the desk.

Seeing Zhou Xiaoan coming, both of them were very enthusiastic, "Come to sign up, right?" Come on in! ”

The eldest sister who made cotton pants neatly cleaned up the desk, read Zhou Xiaoan's work card and letter of introduction, took a registration form and began to fill it out for her.

Those who come to study are illiterate, and the staff will take the initiative to fill in the registration form.

After filling out the form, the eldest sister took out two pieces of paper and asked Zhou Xiaoan to read the words on it, which was considered the entrance exam.

The characters are very simple, and even half of the elementary one is Arabic numerals and Chinese characters.

Zhou Xiaoan stumbled to finish the final exam of the intermediate class, and the eldest sister not only did not dislike her, but also was very happy, "Comrade Zhou Xiaoan, you have a good foundation and can go to the advanced class!" ”

Zhou Xiao'an, who was regarded by the eldest sister as a good seedling of revolutionary construction, was excited and worried, "Eldest sister, the teacher in the senior class is very strict, right?" I'm afraid I won't be able to learn well......"

The eldest sister slapped her on the shoulder, slapping Zhou Xiaoan so much that she almost fell off the bench, "Don't be afraid!" Our teachers here are all cultural people! Speak softly, and have a good attitude! ”

Zhou Xiaoan choked on the slap, and her face was flushed, but the eldest sister thought she was nervous, "Don't be afraid!" Big sister find you a good teacher! ”

As soon as the good teacher said that, a thin old man in a black woolen tunic walked into the office door, "Director Liu, I'll adjust tomorrow's class." ”

Sister Liu enthusiastically moved a stool for the little old man and poured boiling water, "Teacher Fan, is your aunt sick again?" Is it serious this time? Do you want me to tell you about it, and find someone to give you this advanced class? You will teach again in the next issue. ”

Teacher Fan looks almost as thin as Zhou Xiao'an, wearing big black-framed myopia glasses, the lenses are as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, his face is black and yellow, and two nasolabial folds are deeply engraved on the wings of his nose, which is serious and rigid and not easy to approach.

"Just transfer to tomorrow's class, and the rest will be normal." Teacher Fan was indifferent to Sister Liu's warm condolences, and stood up and left after speaking, without touching the water cup.

Sister Liu was ignored like this, although she was not angry, she was still a little uncomfortable under Teacher Fan's serious gaze, and when she saw that he was leaving, she was also relieved and quickly got up to see him off.

Zhou Xiaoan saw that Sister Liu had forgotten her, so she hurriedly stepped forward, "Sister Liu, is this the teacher of the senior class?" ”

Sister Liu remembered her and hurriedly called Teacher Fan, "Teacher Fan, I found you a student!" Can you see if you can accept it? ”

Zhou Xiaoan's face looked calm, but his hand holding the strap of the satchel was sweating, what a coincidence! That's what she came to find Teacher Fan! That's how it happened!

Or should he be called Section Chief Fan.

A few years ago, Zhou Xiaoan went to the steel mill to look for relatives and met Section Chief Fan in the personnel department of the steel mill.

Sister Lao once mentioned to her that Section Chief Xie of the Mine Testing Department is a high-achieving student who graduated from the Provincial Normal Chemistry Department, with a very high professional level, and he also has an alumnus of the same class who is also very powerful, and is the section chief of the personnel department of the steel mill, and has published many articles in the provincial newspaper.

Zhou Xiaoan wants to change jobs, wants to sit in an office, and wants to transfer herself from the coal mine to the steel mill she is familiar with, which is not easy for a temporary worker like her, so she has to think of some ways other than the conventional way.

Today she is here to pull the relationship in the name of apprenticeship.

I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

But Section Chief Fan didn't seem to remember Zhou Xiao'an, glanced at her casually, sat back on the bench, and asked Sister Liu next to her, "She answered all the test questions?" ”

Sister Liu hurriedly took out the piece of paper from the advanced class test just now and handed it to Zhou Xiaoan, "Quick, you can read it to Teacher Fan again!" Don't be nervous, Mr. Fan is strict with students, but as long as he accepts you, he will definitely be able to teach you! ”

Zhou Xiaoan didn't show that he knew Section Chief Fan, and stood in front of him with the piece of paper in an orderly manner, "Teacher Fan, I'm starting to read?" ”

Seeing Section Chief Fan nodding, she read it fluently and seriously.

I've already read it once, and the second time I read it so well, the eldest sister was still very surprised, "Teacher Fan, take a look, can this student accept it?" ”

Section Chief Fan didn't speak, took down the pen from his jacket pocket, took out his notebook again, and wrote a few lines of words one by one, asking Zhou Xiaoan to read it and asking her to copy it again.

Zhou Xiaoan did so, he carefully glanced at the handwriting with a slight stroke on the paper, and handed the paper to her, "Classes are held at seven o'clock in the evening every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and all day on Sundays, no lateness, try not to ask for leave, and if you fail the test, you will be withdrawn to the intermediate class." Go back and practice 500 words a day, and leave it to me in class. ”

After finishing speaking, Section Chief Fan walked away with his hands behind his back, his back bent like a bow, and his shoulder blades and spine were so thin that they almost pierced through his cotton clothes.

Sister Liu happily slapped Zhou Xiao'an, and slapped her so much that she almost choked, "Teacher Fan accepted you!" Our three advanced classes, just Teacher Fan accepts students strictly! He values you! I'll also leave you homework, you have to learn from him! ”

Zhou Xiaoan thanked Sister Liu, came out of the office happily, and glanced at the classroom through the glass on the door as she walked out.

As soon as she saw the first classroom, she was stunned.

The two dozen or so students in the classroom, all dressed well, more than half of them were in tunics with four pockets, all of them were taking notes carefully, and the man standing on the podium, tall and thin, was writing a string of numbers with letters on the blackboard smoothly, and a complex mechanical figure was drawn next to it.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, he swept the glass on the door, and glanced at it casually, but the moment he saw Zhou Xiaoan, his whole body turned around, and the smiling Danfeng looked straight over, taking advantage of the students' efforts to bow their heads and take notes, and greeted Zhou Xiaoan silently with his mouth, "Han Xiaoshuang!" ”

It was Pan Mingyuan, who was already forgotten by Zhou Xiaoan. (To be continued.) )