Although Xu Yuanshao has deep experience, witnessing such a tragic scene, his heart was strongly shocked, and his face was particularly embarrassed. Jiang Lesheng, who was as restrained as a girl, claimed to be his son once, and he was reluctant to be admitted for any reason, which made him complain and angry, and he had no choice but to "secretly" refuse to answer, causing Jiang Lesheng to fight to the death. Fortunately, people didn't die, and things didn't get out of control.

He called Lu Xinming to discuss countermeasures urgently.

Lu Xinming said that Jiang Lesheng was young and frail, and it was indeed difficult to make ends meet when he went home to earn work, and suggested that Principal Xu come forward to help him arrange a job: The principal is familiar, and it is not difficult for you to come forward to solve this matter, and it will be regarded as a little compensation for him. Xu Yuanshao thought for a moment and said: It's okay, so as not to entangle him again.

Jiang Lesheng woke up in the middle of the night. Open your eyes and look around, where is this? White ceilings and white walls, and a strong smell of disinfectant water in the air. The right corner of his forehead hurt like a needle, and his head was groggy, as if he had been filled with lead and could not lift it.

There was a blurry figure in the light, in his thirties, with his head cut flat, covering his right lower abdomen with one hand, standing at the head of the bed and watching him. Isn't that Secretary Ma Xiangrui? Jiang Lesheng had thought about it a long time ago, and I would report the good news to Secretary Ma first when the admission notice was in hand. Hey, didn't I get my acceptance letter? How did he get here? …… Thinking about it, I fell asleep again.

This is the surgical ward of the hospital. Jiang Lesheng's right frontal muscle turned outward, the depth of the wound was bone-insighted, fresh cracks could be seen on the skull radiograph, and unconscious vomiting was not only a symptom of concussion. The doctor said that if you go one centimeter further into the middle, the pupil will be bumped, but fortunately, the indoor running distance is short and the injured person's weight is light, otherwise the person's head hit the stone and his life would not be guaranteed.

The patient in his thirties in the same ward who cut his head flat was Ma Xiangrui. He had acute appendicitis, which had been purulent and perforated at the time of surgery. Jiang Lesheng said to him, Secretary Ma, I am not angry, I didn't get in! Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Ma Xiangrui had heard what had happened and pressed him to the bed. Let him close his eyes and recuperate, and don't think about anything.

The female nurse walked into the ward with the instrument box, followed by Lu Xinming, secretary of the Youth League Committee of the school, who came to visit.

Knowing that Jiang Lesheng's roommate was the original Secretary Ma of Pailou Commune, Lu Xinming wanted to find out the truth about Jiang Lesheng's father's problem, so he took the opportunity of Ma Xiangrui to go out for a walk with his stomach covered. Ma Xiangrui reflected indifference and was reluctant to answer: The wood is already in the boat, what's the use of saying it or not?

Secretary Lu said that he was uneasy if he couldn't solve the mystery. Ma Xiangrui smiled sadly: I'm afraid that the mystery will solve your heart and make you more uneasy.

Helplessly, Lu Xinming insisted on listening. Ma Xiangrui briefly described how the "group of special fingers" induced the masses to fabricate charges against Jiang Qingyu, and sent the forced labor team to deal with the crime without evidence, and finally failed to do so. This straightforward scholar sighed: As soon as a farce ended, a new tragedy was created!

Lu Xinming comforted Jiang Lesheng before leaving: Take care of your injuries, President Xu has reported to the relevant departments to arrange a job for you. He also said that you are a few years younger than your classmates, and if you want to go to college, you still have the opportunity to retake the exam. In fact, he knew in his heart that the saying of "re-exams" was only for comfort, and it was a well-intentioned deception and deception. The college entrance examination policy remains unchanged, and Jiang Lesheng's ten times of taking the exam are also "not suitable for admission".

Jiang Lesheng has been drowsy for a few days, and when he woke up, Ma Xiangrui said to him: Lesheng, I understand you, but I don't approve of you. He was encouraged to withstand trials and setbacks, cherish the right to live, and be kind to life. Ma Xiangrui was discharged from the hospital, Jiang Lesheng asked him to inscribe on the "Graduation Commemorative Book", Ma Xiangrui happily ordered the pen to write down eight vigorous and powerful words: decent people, serious work.

Wang Chaogui was admitted to Haocheng Normal College. At the beginning, the brigade wrote in his letter of transfer: My brother was arrested in four or seven years, and his whereabouts are still unknown. "Wang Chaogui is facing a catastrophe! Zuo Chunrong remembered the old feelings, and asked his brother-in-law, who was a cadre of the brigade, to come forward to remove the "snake foot", and the dynasty was brought back to life, changing from "unsuitable" to "demoted". This is a coincidence with the sign obtained by Wolf Mountain that fortunately met passers-by to help, and the drizzle gradually stopped and the sky cleared.

A few good classmates came to say goodbye to Jiang Lesheng before leaving. When they saw the wound on his eyebrow bone, they all complained: Why are you suffering? What you have been deprived of is only one chance, but you are lucky to have survived, and there is hope if you live.

Xu Yuanshao personally went to the Education Bureau, opened a letter of introduction for Jiang Lesheng, and assigned the Hongqi Printing Factory "Red School" as a substitute teacher. Counting the establishment of the county staff school, the factory pays a monthly salary of 22 yuan, which is worth the work value of four laborers.

After the establishment of the Red School, it was unable to attend classes because there were no teaching materials and no unified school-running system. The reason for this is that most of the newly launched factories are not operating well, and the factory leaders have no time to take care of running the school; Students regard amateur education as a burden and are not motivated to learn.

Jiang Lesheng is like a lost child in the forest, at a loss - how can this substitute teacher be?

If you can't go to class, you can't do nothing, otherwise it will be difficult to get a salary of 22 yuan for a long time.

He wandered around the factory looking for work. As an assistant for the typesetter, he learned to check the characters, helped the binding workshop pack the finished products, delivered goods to customers with the tricycle, and pulled out the grass in the brick joints of the roadway......

He finally found a job related to the Red School - running a blackboard newspaper. He named the blackboard newspaper "Red Specialist Weekly", indicating that it was sponsored by the Red Specialized School, and when Chairman Wang, the chairman of the trade union named as the principal of the Red Specialized School, heard it, he smiled and said yes.

Although the blackboard newspaper is inconspicuous, it can be regarded as a public opinion propaganda position, and it must also be "politically in charge." He asked Chairman Wang to be the editor-in-chief, and he and two workshop directors were the editorial board members. The prepared "Editor's Note" and "Commentary" were sent to the editor-in-chief for approval, and the manuscripts praised and criticized were verified. In order to increase the fun and readability of the board report, choose some common sense and humor.

Writing is his specialty. Since childhood, he copied Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy, practiced art calligraphy when he was in junior high school, and Song Heili Wei Bei could write. Drawing on the book "How to Publish a Blackboard Newspaper", he used colored chalk to frame the board newspaper with pictures and texts. Every Monday, the edition of the "Red Magazine Weekly" is changed, and the newspaper shelves are crowded with people, and the workers are as enthusiastic as admiring the handicrafts.

At the end of this year, the county industrial bureau federation of trade unions jointly organized the annual work inspection, and found that this eye-catching "Red Weekly" was greatly praised by the director of the team, and added points to the factory's propaganda and vocational education.

It's the Spring Festival in a blink of an eye. The county federation of trade unions organized a theatrical performance, and the chorus of the Hongqi Printing House "We Walk on the Road" was sung in two rounds by male and female voices, with novel and majestic singing methods, and Jiang Lesheng's conducting skills were outstanding and won the first prize. At the end of the performance, he took home a frame inlaid with a certificate of merit and a boxed red sandalwood erhu.

Chairman Wang's face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. He handed over the erhu to Jiang Lesheng, and bought a book of "How to Play the Erhu" and gave it to him: You work hard to practice hard, and it will depend on you to win the award next time.

"Red Weekly" blackboard newspaper plus this literary performance, Jiang Lesheng won a good reputation in the factory.

After a year of substitute teaching, he only took one and a half classes.

In the summer of 61, the Federation of Trade Unions arranged that the Red College of all factories must start classes in the autumn, and all Chinese pinyin will be taught to meet the Mandarin speech contest for the workers of the province.

The teaching content is clear, and the superiors attach so much importance to it, Jiang Lesheng has a long-standing desire to carefully prepare the first lesson. Fortunately, he is familiar with pinyin.

He advertised the significance of learning pinyin to promote Mandarin on the blackboard newspaper, marking the initials with the pronunciation of Chinese characters and pasting pieces of paper in the dining hall — a must-visit place for everyone. He also made his own cards from scraps to ensure that each student had a set. He understands that a competent teacher is only good in class.

Finally, the day of the start of school is coming. At five o'clock in the afternoon, the bell rang suddenly, and the machines in each workshop stopped roaring. Workers took off their work clothes and carried small benches and gathered in the patio between the two rows of factories.

This patio is eight meters wide and more than 20 meters long, which is the widest space in the whole factory, and most large-scale activities of the whole factory are held here, and the workers jokingly call it an open-air auditorium. Jiang Lesheng cleaned the patio, set up a small table under the plane tree at the east end as a podium, leaned on the trunk of the tree to set up a blackboard, and wrote ten big characters on it with chalk: "Celebrating the opening of the Red School".

After Chairman Wang's brief opening speech, Jiang Lesheng walked up to the podium in high spirits, excited and a little nervous. He bowed deeply to the crowd in front of him and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Masters, thank you for sacrificing your spare time to attend class. Today is the first lesson of the Red School, please give more opinions if you don't speak well.

Perhaps it was new for the teacher to bow to the students, and there was a commotion in the room. Later, it gradually quieted down, and waited for the little teacher to start speaking with great interest.

Jiang Lesheng introduced the importance of pinyin literacy and the promotion of Putonghua according to the lesson preparation notes, and then began to teach pinyin. What is the initial and what is the final, the board book Fan read and read, and taught for half an hour in one breath. He glanced at the audience with confidence, only to see many people whispering to each other. He suddenly felt a lack of confidence and asked the students if they understood?

Got it. Only a few people answered, and their voices were not loud.

I don't understand! It's not a primary school student who learns this! What a "biological mother" and "adoptive mother", there are too many mothers! There are more and more people shouting "I don't understand", mixed with teasing and laughter.

An elderly worker said: "Teacher Jiang, my tongue is old and I can't turn it, so I can't learn this thing."

If you don't eat or use money, it's better to drop two pokers! A few young workers muttered dissatisfiedly.

It was getting dark. "The kids are out of school, and I'll go back to cook." A female worker stood up with a small bench.

There were waves in the patio, and Jiang Lesheng's head buzzed. He was unexpected, and he was speechless.

Chairman Wang stood up and shouted: Everyone be quiet! Sit down and listen to the lecture. Learning pinyin is a political task assigned by the superiors, and the whole country promotes Mandarin, how can you do it without learning?

Jiang Lesheng turned around to write a book, and more than a dozen people in the crowd walked away.

He tried to calm himself down, telling himself that everything is difficult at the beginning, and perseverance is victory. I spent so much effort preparing for class, I don't believe it is not good. "Now I'm going to read the initials, so please read them along. Wave, splash, touch, Buddha, de, special ......"

Dark clouds rushed overhead, and the sky suddenly turned black. I don't know who shouted, "It's going to rain!" ”

A dazzling flash of lightning, followed by a "click" thunder, and raindrops the size of beans crackled from the sky. People scattered and fled, and the patio became a river in an instant.

Under the sycamore tree in the rain curtain, Jiang Lesheng poured it into a soup chicken. He stood like a stone statue, unmoved by the shouts of Chairman Wang's hallway.

He died in half an hour after the first lesson. In retrospect, I was grateful for the sudden heavy rain. In this way, it ended up being much more dignified than all the students were scattered, and he was alone on the podium.

Students can't learn to "touch the Buddha with a splash". In order to cope with the Putonghua speech competition, Chairman Wang selected several young workers with a high level of education and a foundation in Putonghua, and asked Jiang Lesheng to train intensively for two hours after work, and specially approved a dime a day to subsidize the cost of night meals. Declare that the money will be issued after the award, and the implication is that if you don't get the award, you will be exempted.

The hard work paid off, and the Hongqi Printing Factory won the award in the National Day Speech Contest. Several young workers also received the night meal fee, and Chairman Wang praised Mr. Jiang for "making another contribution." ”