After Su Yuncheng finished saying that, he pushed aside Zhou Chujiang and pulled out the weeds just like Lin Nianhe had done before.

It seems that arguing with Zhou Chujiang about the issue of identity is not as important as pulling weeds.

Zhou Chujiang stood there in a daze, and in the end, Li Dahe couldn't stand it anymore, so he dragged him away under the pretext that the two high school teachers should go back to Lan County.

Before today, Zhou Chujiang had always felt that there was a lack of challenges in his life, and everything he wanted would be sent to him on his own initiative.

But today, he is rejected, ignored, rejected, and despised......

In short, everything he hadn't experienced before, he had experienced it all.

Zhou Chujiang has never suffered so many grievances!

Before being dragged away by Li Dahe, he tried for the last time and asked Lin Nianhe: "Comrade Lin, what is your ideal?" ”

Lin Nianhe held his cheek with one hand, looked at the figure in the emerald green, and replied: "Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming." ”

Zhou Chujiang, a cornfield poet, didn't understand.

He only pondered, there is no sea in Lan County.

So what does she mean by that?

Want to go back to the capital?

There's no sea in the capital, right?

Zhou Chujiang returned home full of doubts, pulling his hair and thinking hard about what Lin Nianhe's dream meant.

He kept thinking about the evening, but he still didn't understand.

But he waited for his parents.

As soon as Zhou's father came home, he pointed at him and asked, "What did you do today?" ”

Zhou Shiren was very sad and replied lazily: "What can you do, just go to the private teacher to invigilate the exam." ”

"Then why did your uncle call back so that you don't have to be poor?" Father Zhou twisted his eyebrows and looked at his son suspiciously.

As soon as he heard "uncle", Zhou Chujiang instantly came back to his senses and remembered the person in the cornfield.

You will believe it. ’

The words rang in his ears again.

He suddenly stirred up and asked, "Dad, did my uncle mention anyone?" ”

Dad Zhou had a "sure enough" expression on his face, and then slapped Zhou Chujiang's brain: "You can really make trouble for your mother!" If you go to the production team, you can offend your uncle's leader, why don't you go to heaven? ”

Zhou Chujiang was stunned, and he was also stunned.

He believed.

But this belief is too unreal, obviously that man looks about the same age as himself!

……

Zhou Chujiang's matter failed to make Lin Nianhe depressed, and she even quickly forgot about this person and this matter.

But she was still depressed.

"Oh, what a cornfield poet, I can't even understand what Kobayashi Zhiqing is saying, look at his stupid face, just deceive the little girl."

"I don't understand, what's wrong? I'm a farmer who can't understand what's wrong? ”

"Either Kobayashi Zhiqing can take the double hundred, when Teacher Zhou recited the poem, Kobayashi Zhiqing sneered."

"Otherwise, our brigade is a culturally advanced brigade, and our teachers are all poets......"

Yes, because of a sneer, Lin Nianhe was unilaterally awarded the title of "poet" by the villagers.

Even though she didn't even write a limerick poem.

Every time he was called so by the villagers, Lin Nianhe felt weak and embarrassed.

But Li Dahe didn't give her a holiday, and the young people were too noisy to hide, so she could only endure countless ridicules every day, silently looking forward to the next hot topic appearing as soon as possible in her heart, so as to divert the attention of the villagers.

I don't know what bad luck I have taken recently, the ten-mile team is so peaceful that the topic list has not been updated for a long time.

Sitting still is not Lin Nianhe's character, so-

"Headmaster, I think we should go to the Victory Brigade and the Jiuli Brigade as soon as possible to publicize the call, you see, it's almost August."

After another teacher training, Lin Nianhe said to Principal Wu seriously.

Principal Wu nodded and looked at her: "I really want to do this, I discussed it with Hongzi two days ago, but there is no good way, what do you think?" ”

Lin Nianhe blurted out: "First of all, please invite the villagers of the Victory Brigade to come and take a look here, mainly invite parents of school-age children to visit the primary school, and by the way, the matter of the advanced cultural brigade will be confused." ”

Lin Nianhe thinks that since there is no topic, let's create something new, as long as it can divert everyone's attention.

Principal Wu thought seriously for a moment and nodded: "Yes, then you can write a poem to persuade learning, which should be concise, easy to understand and catchy, and we will use it to call for it." ”

Lin Nianhe: "......"

"What's wrong? Not inspired? Principal Wu asked with concern.

Lin Nianhe looked at her and shook his head slowly.

Principal Wu asked again, "What's the matter?" Can't write plain and easy-to-understand poems? ”

Lin Nianhe was silent for a moment and nodded.

Principal Wu pondered for a moment, sighed, and said, "Then try to make it as simple as possible, okay?" ”

Lin Nianhe shook his head again.

Principal Wu didn't understand what she meant, and tapped the table: "Speak!" ”

Lin Nianhe licked his lips and asked tentatively, "Headmaster, have you ever thought of a possibility...... Actually, it's not that I can't write concise and easy-to-understand poems, but I don't know how to write poetry at all? ”

Principal Wu shook his head directly: "I haven't thought about it." ”

Lin Nianhe's eyes were full of expectation: "Then think about it now?" It's still too late. ”

"Go aside!"

Principal Wu patted Lin Nianhe with tears and laughter, and asked her, "What's going on then?" Why does everyone say you're a great poet? ”

Lin Nianhe: "I said that I laughed with a smile, do you believe it?" ”

"I don't believe it."

"Then try to convince yourself that this is the reality, after all."

“……”

Poems, in the end, were not written.

But the folks of the Victory Brigade still came.

There were not many people, the captain with an accountant, and three or five men who were as thin as bamboo poles.

The captain of the victory brigade was a short and thin middle-aged man with a bitter face, named Cao Manfu. There are not many people in the Victory Brigade, and they have been firmly in the penultimate position of the commune all these years, which made Cao Manfu have white hair just after he turned forty.

The only thing that can make Cao Manfu stand up in front of Li Dahe is that although his hair is white, it is large.

"Brother Li, I don't want to fix those empty heads with you," Cao Manfu said to Li Dahe with a bitter face after going around the elementary school, "What kind of brigade is our brigade like, you know what the half-grown cubs are all laborers, what kind of school...... I can't read it, I can't read it......"

Li Dahe pretended to be a cigarette, avoided Cao Manfu's eyes and said, "Then I have to let the baby study." ”

He knew that he was a little bit standing and talking without backache.

The Victory Brigade has been memorizing words all these years. Last year, there was a wild boar, not to mention the food wasted, and several strong laborers were killed; The year before last, the rocks rolled down, smashing half of the farmland, and the other half was gone; The year before last, the thunder caused a mountain fire that burned half of the farmhouse, killing and injuring countless people......

They all rely on the sky to eat, but God picks up their rice bowls and smashes them.

(End of chapter)