At the end of August, Ning Zhiyuan took the allocation notice alone and went to the central school of Qiancan Township to report to work.

On the side of a muddy road, the central school gate of Qiancan Township looks dilapidated and low, the school building is still with black tile and stone walls, and a huge garbage pond next to it has a stench. What's worse is that the central school is almost a kilometer away from Changzhen, which is almost the same as a village-level primary school. Standing at the gate of the school, Ning Zhiyuan looked at this place where he would work and live in the future, and felt a little chill in his heart.

Ning Zhiyuan walked in, saw a teacher-like one, and asked with a smile, where is the principal's office. The man looked at him and pointed to an open-door office in the north corner.

Ning Zhiyuan thanked him and knocked on the door. A thin old man with reading glasses looked up from a pile of books and newspapers, his eyes looking over the frames of his glasses, and he was silent.

Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked respectfully, are you Principal Lin? The old man grinned, showed his black teeth, couldn't see any expression, and nodded. Ning Zhiyuan was a little nervous and said, Principal Lin, I am Ning Zhiyuan, and I am here to report today. After speaking, he respectfully handed over the distribution notice with both hands.

Principal Lin's full name is Lin Jianguo, thin and short. He took the notice, glanced at it, put it to the side, didn't say anything, and looked down at the materials on the desk. Ning Zhiyuan didn't dare to come out, and stood motionless with his waist straight.

After a while, Lin Jianguo stood up, held the porcelain cup, got up and walked to the warm water bottle in the corner. Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the water bottle, uncorked it, and poured water for the principal.

Lin Jianguo smiled and said, okay. Then hunched over, slowly paced back to the desk, sat down, and said to Ning Zhiyuan, I know, the town education office held a meeting yesterday and arranged for you to come. Ning Zhiyuan didn't know how to answer, so he was silent. Lin Jianguo paused and said, you go to Vice Principal Meng, he arranged for you. Ning Zhiyuan said thank you, bowed, and then exited the principal's office.

Unlike Lin Jianguo, Meng Yunzhou is particularly enthusiastic. As soon as Ning Zhiyuan finished talking about the situation, Meng Yunzhou held his hand tightly and said boldly, welcome Xiao Ning, I used to know your father, and I am also very familiar with Qiushui. Ning Zhiyuan smiled and replied repeatedly, thank you Principal Meng, please take care of me in the future. Meng Yunzhou said, you are an excellent normal student, the ninth in the whole level, a rare talent! Ning Zhiyuan modestly said in a loud voice, don't dare to be, don't dare to be.

Under Meng Yunzhou's arrangement, the director of school logistics took him to a row of low bungalows, opened a room, said, This is your dormitory, and then left. The hut released a stuffy smell, and Ning Zhiyuan knew that this was the reason why it had not been occupied for a long time and the windows were not ventilated.

He walked in and dropped his luggage. There was an empty wooden bed, a worn-out desk, and a lame chair, all covered in dust. A few cobwebs in the corner of the wall, blown by the wind, shook up and down. He found a broom and quickly cleaned it up.

After going to the town to buy some daily necessities, I went to the school office to pick up a large pile of old newspapers, and pasted the surrounding walls, and the whole dormitory suddenly took on a new look. After making the bed and lying down, he felt a little sore and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the haze, he suddenly heard a quarrel outside. When I turned over and walked out, many people suddenly appeared on the campus, which should be teachers and family members. Lin Jianguo crossed his waist, stood in the middle of the dam, and roared, I don't agree, you dare to live. A middle-aged teacher in a vest immediately responded loudly, I have settled in this dormitory, and you have to give it if you don't give it. Ning Zhiyuan leaned in and asked a teacher who was watching, what was wrong? The teacher replied, *** teacher wanted that dormitory, but Principal Lin disagreed, and the two quarreled. Ning Zhiyuan let out an "oh" and stood quietly to the side and watched.

The teacher was full of energy, his voice was loud, he spoke quickly, and the quarrel quickly prevailed. After all, Principal Lin was old, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, and he just repeated a sentence repeatedly, if you can't do it, you can't do it. Several teachers stepped forward to persuade the fight, and the scene was no longer so intense. Ning Zhiyuan didn't understand why a teacher dared to contradict the principal and even quarreled with a dormitory. He shook his head, he couldn't find anyone to ask, and he didn't dare to ask.

Later, he learned that the teachers' dormitories in the school were all converted from abandoned classrooms, which were narrow, simple and not soundproof. The teacher's family has been living in a single bedroom, and now that her daughter is older, she needs a bigger dormitory. There is a dormitory on the south wall of the school, with two rooms, which used to be lived by an old teacher, but when he retired, the house was vacant. Since before the holiday, he has expressed his thoughts to Lin Jianguo, but Principal Lin has always disagreed.

Ning Zhiyuan muttered in his heart, he didn't live when it was empty, what kind of reason was this. Now he still doesn't understand that in that era of material scarcity, rural intellectuals not only had to face the helplessness of hard life, but also struggled in the whirlpool of unspoken rules in the power field. On the first day he came to report for duty, he encountered this quarrel, and he had some premonitions, and he was afraid that it would be unusual in the future.