Principal Wu looked like a child who had done something wrong, holding the iron pen and smiling at Lin Nianhe: "I'm not ...... Ahem, isn't there nothing wrong, and I don't have a fever, just cough twice, just a cold. ”

She carefully put the pen away, and continued, "I don't want to carve the wax paper as soon as possible, so that I can teach the students more...... cough cough cough ......"

Lin Nianhe looked at her, his eyes full of helplessness.

That night, Principal Wu and Lin Nianhe "conspired" against a major event.

If the textbook is not good, then they will abandon the textbook and teach the students the knowledge that really has content with reference to the textbook of ten years ago.

This is undoubtedly very risky, if he didn't know that the night was coming to an end, Lin Nianhe wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

Of course, they dare to do this, which is inseparable from Wang Xiao and Feng Yuanshan's attitude towards education.

Needless to say, Feng Yuanshan, Wang Xiao......

The mimeograph machine was borrowed from him, and the wax paper and printing paper were also approved by him.

Is he a leader? No, complicity!

Lin Nianhe is confident that as long as she can revitalize the textile factory and pull up the economy of Lan County, he will dare to fan her when she goes to Wang Xiao's house to print the Bible.

From the moment Lin Nianhe moved the mimeograph machine out of the commune yesterday, Wang Xiaoyan was inexplicably dragged onto the thief ship.

Lin Nianhe refilled some hot water in Principal Wu's tea jar, and then directly snatched the iron pen and wax paper, and even took away the iron plate on the table.

She flicked her braids: "Don't go to the mimeograph machine for your cough, the ink smells heavy, and it's too uncomfortable to choke." There are so many of us, how else can we get these things done? ”

"Nian He ......"

"You have to take the helm," Lin Nianhe looked at her and smiled, "The coming day is long, you can't fall." ”

Principal Wu wanted to struggle again, but knew that he would definitely not be able to say Lin Nianhe, so he had to lie down as if resigned to his fate and waved at her: "You are busy, I'll sleep for a while." ”

"Okay," Lin Nianhe said, "That cold medicine was given to you by Sister Lirong, and it was prescribed by the provincial capital, you remember to take it." ”

"Got it."

After Lin Nianhe left, Principal Wu lay down for a while and sat up again, picking up the paper bag.

The dosage is written above, one tablet at a time, three times a day.

She didn't hesitate, took two pills and swallowed them.

She's got to get better soon.

Lin Nianhe took his things back to the first-grade office, this was a physical education class, the students were taken by Wen Lan to run on the playground, and the classroom was very quiet.

She frowned slightly at the wax paper and the pen, her face full of sadness.

The operation of the mimeograph machine is fully manual, and the printed content must be engraved on the wax paper with an iron pen, and then printed one by one with ink.

It's easy to say, but it's too hard to do. When engraving wax paper, you can't make a mistake, the slightest omission will cut the wax paper, and ink spots will be left when printing; When printing, I am also very particular, the ink can not be more or less, the force can not be large or small, not to mention the effort, it is still a technical job.

Lin Nianhe really doesn't know how to do this job. Not only can't do it, but before yesterday, she hadn't even seen a mimeograph machine.

After a moment of struggle, she stubbornly picked up the cold iron pen.

The first stroke, light, the wax paper is not broken.

The second time I wrote the first stroke, it was light again, leaving only a whitened pen mark on the wax paper.

The third time I wrote the first stroke - beautiful, scratched, ripped open a triangle.

She didn't throw the wax paper away, but continued to practice.

The first stroke is heavier;

Again, lighter......

Go on......

Ten minutes later—

"Let me chop the buds!"

Twenty minutes later—

"True and always in response to things, true in nature; Always be quiet, always quiet......"

Thirty minutes later—

“……”

Forty minutes later—

"This Pico me."

"This paper also recklesss me."

"It seems that this mimeograph machine should not have been invented."

The first-grade students looked at their chattering Teacher Lin and agreed to let Niu Wa care about her.

As the hope of the whole class, Niu Wa took out a piece of fruit candy specially left for Lin Nianhe from her small schoolbag and walked to her: "Teacher Hehe, eat candy." ”

Lin Nianhe rubbed his sore neck, looked up at him and smiled reluctantly: "I don't eat it, you can keep it and eat it." ”

Niu Wa blinked her eyes, looked at the paper in her hand, and then ...... The little one was also silent.

This piece of wax paper has indeed experienced an undeserved ordeal, on a piece of paper, the complete words can be counted on one hand, and the holes are as many as the sesame seeds on the sesame baked cake.

Niu Wa didn't know what Lin Nianhe was doing, but his intuition told him that Sister He He must be in big trouble.

He persuaded: "Teacher Hehe, rest for a while and then do it, didn't you say that when one thing is not done well, do something else, and it is easier to be inspired by changing your mood." ”

Lin Nianhe sighed lightly and put down the hot pen.

She really couldn't go on any longer—the next session was her lesson.

The matter of carving wax paper has always lingered in Lin Nianhe's heart, there is no way, Principal Wu is not in good health, and she will never dare to hand over this laborious work to Principal Wu.

After school, she returned to Zhiqing Point with a wad of wax paper and cardboard and pen.

Wang Shumei looked at what she was holding, and couldn't help but "hey", and asked: "I just remembered, what are you doing when you get a mimeograph machine?" ”

Lin Nianhe was a little wilted, and replied lazily: "Print something." ”

"Printing scrolls?" Wang Xue continued, "Then you don't need to bring back the mimeograph machine." ”

The primary schools and some junior and senior high schools in the commune do not have mimeograph machines, and they have to borrow everything from the commune to print.

Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and said, "Let's go, go back to the meeting!" ”

You can hide the matter of changing the textbook from others, but you can't hide it from the teacher.

Wang Shumei contributed her house and called Wang Dong and Zhou Chujiang over.

Lin Nianhe stood in the house and walked back and forth for two steps before saying: "The conditions of the students in our village are not good, and every family tightens their belts for them to go to school. ”

When everyone heard this, their eyes widened.

Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and said, "This matter is my idea, it has nothing to do with Principal Wu, if there is anything, I will bear it alone." ”

No one else spoke, Zhou Chujiang stood up, he stared at Lin Nianhe: "Teacher Lin, do you know that if this is ...... You're going to be in big trouble! ”

Lin Nianhe's face did not change: "I know, so if you have any comments or concerns, the textbooks you use can remain the same, I can understand." ”

Others still didn't speak, but Zhou Chujiang made a move that made everyone's jaws drop.

He patted his chest and grinned with great ambition: "I'm not afraid, I have long thought that the current textbooks are a bunch of nonsense!" How is it possible to train writers and poets of the new age by teaching students with such texts? I'm going back to writing a new lesson plan! ”

He rubbed his hands together and was about to rush out.

Lin Nianhe was shocked.

Since Zhou Chujiang was rejected by her one after another, this person has become transparent, eating and sleeping in and out of class every day, and he doesn't even recite poetry.

She never expected that the first person to stand up and support this "education reform" turned out to be him.