Jingle bells, jingle bells

The bicycle bell rang outside, and in the classroom, Sun Yueru lowered her head and the pencil flew around, without lifting it, and kicked the little fat man in front of her very skillfully with her feet.

The little fat man whined, and rushed out of the classroom door, just in time for the postman to stop his 28 bar.

The postman laughed: "Here you go, here you go, help your teacher bring the package back, let her have something to mail to me next time." ”

The little fat man nodded desperately, staring at a huge package and staggering towards the classroom.

The postman was dizzy and hurriedly shouted: "Slow down, don't worry!" ”

As far as the eye can see, the classroom is silent, all the students are writing with their heads down, and occasionally exchanging homework and muffling their voices, a strange sense of urgency comes to the face, but it makes people feel very comfortable.

Obviously, this is not the first time that the postman has helped carry the parcel, watching the little fat man enter the classroom, pedaling the car and turning around, next year his girl will be in high school, and when the time comes, he will think of ideas, and he will also be sent to Dawangzhuang to read, this is the posture of serious reading.

Don't look at the postman's own education level, he graduated from elementary school, but he is very envious of cultural people, and he will not feel that if the university does not recruit students now, there is no need for students to go to high school, and it will never be useless if he reads more.

Since his family can afford to support the children, he must let the children go to school, and they can go to school whenever they can.

Not long after the postman left, Fang Ruohua also came out of the classroom of the junior high school, directly bypassed a row of newly planted bamboo forests of students and entered the high school campus, went up the stone steps, and looked through the back door, all the students lowered their heads and did their homework seriously, the teacher ...... That is, the principal of the school, who also leaned in front of the desk on the podium to do his homework.

There are three teachers in Dawangzhuang High School, Principal Cai who teaches Chinese and politics, Fang Ruohua who teaches mathematics, physics and chemistry and English, and Sun Qiang, a young man who is almost 30 years old.

There are a total of 107 students, including more than a dozen surrounding villages, which is less than the number of junior high school students, but it is also a large number.

Fang Ruohua walked around from the back door to the front door, said hello to Principal Cai, and began to unpack the big package, the package was unwrapped, and the test papers contained in brown paper bags were unpacked, and the whole classroom was full of whimper, and the students looked up pitifully, with a few naughty eyes with tears.

"Ahem."

Principal Cai coughed.

In the past six months or so, none of the students in their high school graduating class have continued to teach new classes, but they have written papers, and they have been writing papers and all kinds of papers desperately.

Fortunately, most of these students have followed Fang Ruohua since junior high school, and their discipline in ordering and prohibiting them is comparable to that of the regular army, even if they are 'oppressed' hard, the students still work very hard.

"Yueru, these thirty sets of papers you are responsible for copying on the blackboard, all the students copy their own questions, the day after tomorrow our teachers will talk about the test papers, or the old rules, complete the best group does not need to clean, get a new wine chocolate, the bonus is doubled, the worst group will be deducted bonus points this month, and snacks are prohibited for seven days."

Principal Cai snickered on the podium, watching the students staring at the test papers on the podium energetically, not like looking at homework, but like looking at a piece of big fat meat.

In fact, Fang Ruohua rewarded very few snacks, and even if one person could have a piece and a half of candy or other things that were excellent, the bonus was not much, most of them were earned by Fang Ruohua and the students' hard work.

Two years ago, Fang Ruohua got a lot of so-called technical information from her friends in the capital, and encouraged Zhao Jianguo, and then Zhao Jianguo reported to the above, and asked for a meeting to discuss, and set up a collective factory of the brigade to produce canned food and instant noodles.

This is a non-staple food factory, which is easier to run than other sideline product factories in today's grain-based industry.

In fact, other production brigades also have all kinds of factories, but Dawangzhuang is relatively poor, Zhao Jianguo has thought about it before, but there is no talent, no technology, and I don't know what to do.

Nowadays, it is completely different, the factory of their brigade is also quite a great factory, and the canned food produced is varied, not only canned fruit, but also canned meat and vegetables, instant noodles are very popular, and the income of the villagers has increased significantly, and it was promoted in the newspaper as a model last year.

Fang Ruohua is a great hero, she uses her spare time, as well as labor classes, industrial basic courses and other courses, to take the students to the factory to help, earn a little hard-earned money to distribute to the students, no one will be unhappy, this group of students who can go to high school, which one is the most important child in the family, they can earn their own tuition, book fees, the family will only be happy.

The students honestly copied the books, and Principal Cai and Fang Ruohua walked out of the door to breathe.

The sun is good today, Principal Cai sighed and looked melancholy.

Fang Ruohua knew what he was thinking at a glance, and suddenly spoke: "The college entrance examination is about to resume." ”

"Huh?"

Principal Cai was taken aback, "Where did you get the news?" ”

Fang Ruohua frowned instead, and glared at him incredulously: "Your old man is also a high-quality talent, don't you care about the current situation of my country at all, read more newspapers, and learn more about current affairs." ”

Principal Cai was 'taught' and nodded honestly.

Fang Ruohua smiled and raised his eyebrows: "It's definitely not my random guessing, it's what my father-in-law and mother-in-law who I recognized in the capital told me, as for how they know, I don't know." ”

Principal Cai immediately became energetic, he didn't know what was made up in his brain, and there were words in his mouth: "I have to discuss with Jianguo, this matter can't be sloppy, pay attention, pay attention!" ”

His feet fluttered, and he couldn't see anyone in the blink of an eye, Fang Ruohua smiled, and he also had some admiration in his heart.

Principal Cai is wholeheartedly thinking about his students and the young people in the production team.

Seeing Principal Cai leave, Fang Ruohua began to look through the other things in the package, and put aside the food first, but the most conspicuous thing was a dark green double-breasted windbreaker, as soon as the clothes were worn, with the white woolen sweater inside, black trousers, and a red scarf, it seemed that it was really very foreign at this time.

Wang Yueying avoided people, secretly cherished the dozen or so questions she had just copied, folded them in her sleeves, and when she saw that the students were about to get out of class, several students had already looked back at her curiously, and hurriedly turned around and left as if nothing had happened, just in time to take a look at Fang Ruohua who was back in the classroom, she hurriedly lowered her head, pretended not to see, and sped up her pace and left quickly.

It's been three days, and I always saw Wang Yueying walking around the high school classroom, and she seemed to be suddenly interested in the students, always looking at the back door, but it was none of her business, and Fang Ruohua didn't care.