Zhou Chujiang was stopped by Lin Nianhe, and she said, "Teacher Zhou, don't be busy walking yet, there are other things." ”

"Oh, okay!"

Zhou Chujiang sat in the corner, took out his work notes and wrote on the edge of the kang, as if he was really writing a lesson plan.

Lin Nianhe retracted his gaze and looked at the others.

"Actually, as long as we don't talk about it and the students don't talk nonsense, there won't be a big problem." Wang Shumei said, looking at Lin Nianhe, "Who did you borrow the mimeograph machine?" ”

"Sister Shumei is transparent." Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and smiled lowly, "I borrowed the mimeograph machine from Uncle Wang. ”

Wang Xue snorted and laughed: "With the approval of the leader, then what are we afraid of?" If something happens, there's a tall top! ”

She laughed heartily, and not just for the students.

For most young intellectuals, the hardest thing about going to the countryside is not only to do farm work, but also to have no education for a long time.

If you compare it with the life of the next generation, it is probably - no mobile phone, no computer, no entertainment, and you have to work every day.

In such a condition of extreme lack of spiritual life, even just reminiscing and discussing the colorful knowledge that has been learned before is invaluable.

Wang Dong grabbed the iron pen on the kang table and held it high, as if he was really holding up a red tassel gun: "I grew up reading my brother's textbooks at home, if there is a problem, I have already had a problem!" For the sake of the next generation and the future, I did! ”

Miao Hongqi was a little timid, but she didn't object, she only said: "I'm with everyone." ”

All she has now is given by the group of people in front of her, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of her, she is willing to go together.

Only Wen Lan has not expressed her opinion.

Lin Nianhe asked her, "Sister Lan, do you have any concerns?" ”

Wen Lan's eyes were complicated, and her gaze swept over several people one by one: "I have no opinion on you changing the textbook, but you should give me a textbook first!" I haven't seen what the textbooks look like since I became a teacher, so why do you ask me to change them? What's changed? ”

Everyone: "......"

Asking the physical education teacher to change the textbook is indeed abrupt.

"It's not ...... Do you have to respect every teacher's opinion......" Lin Nianhe laughed dryly, laughing and moving to the corner.

Wen Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Melon girl, it's a matter of delay." ”

She said that she was about to get up, and wanted to go back to the house to make a small amount of money.

Lin Nianhe stopped her, and then said, "Since there is a consensus of opinion, then I will say that it is difficult-"

She picked up the wax paper and iron pen, and said with some embarrassment: "You have to engrave wax paper to print textbooks." I tried in the afternoon and failed. ”

Everyone was silent, and even Zhou Chujiang, who had been immersed in writing lesson plans, raised his head.

Lin Nianhe asked with hope in his eyes: "Which of you will?" ”

"This nagging ......"

"You won't, we haven't touched it!"

"Engraving wax paper is the teacher's job, where have we ever done it?"

Lin Nianhe: "Okay, the problem has arisen, so let's overcome it." ”

The reason why a problem is called a problem means that it is not so easy to solve.

The crowd took turns trying to carve wax paper.

Wen Lan was anxious and was the first to pick up the pen.

If everyone hadn't stopped her quickly, she would have been able to pout the pen.

This job really can't be done without a certain amount of experience, and everyone got together for almost an hour, and no one wrote a complete word.

The more they can't write, the more they don't want to give up, especially every time they feel that they are only a little bit off, they always feel that they are almost done, and then they will be ruined on a certain stroke.

What does that taste like......

They also wanted to pout the pen.

"Hey, what are you doing all of them? Haven't eaten? ”

The door was directly pushed open, and Yu Xiangqin walked in with her waist crossed, habitually scolding: "Why are they all so meritorious?" I have to have someone to invite you to eat, I'll just bring it to you and feed you? ”

"Not really." Lin Nianhe replied, stretching with tired eyes.

Yu Xiangqin was also a little curious when she saw them together, so she leaned over and took a look: "Yo, what are you doing with the wax paper disaster like this?" Have a grudge against it? ”

"The village school wants to print scrolls, no, we can't carve wax paper, practice." Wang Xue replied.

"Tsk, a bunch of iron waste, what's so hard about this thing?" Yu Xiangqin rolled her eyes, snatched the iron pen from Wang Dong's hand, and wrote a few words on the wax paper casually.

Iron Waste: "......! ”

Yu Xiangqin threw the iron pen and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

Iron Waste: "No. ”

Yu Xiangqin: "......"

She waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, let's eat first, and I'll teach you after eating." ”

When Yu Xiangqin was in high school, her handwriting was good, and her homeroom teacher was an old lady, the old man's eyes were not good, and her spirit was not enough, so the job of carving wax paper was handed over to Yu Xiangqin.

Yu Xiangqin said: "This job is simple, just write two more words, I'll teach you later, at most half an hour, and it will definitely be done." ”

An hour later—

Yu Xiangqin roared angrily throughout the ten-mile brigade: "Are your claws just grown or are the duck's webs not split?" You can learn to put a steamed bun dog on wax paper, and say that you are iron waste are lifting you! ”

The iron wastes raised their heads and looked at their feet, and they were scolded seriously one by one, and they didn't dare to fight back.

Anyone who has taught a child to write homework will probably have the urge to write the homework for him, but it can't be implemented for educational reasons.

Yu Xiangqin didn't have this concern, and directly did it for her, dividing the eight ancient poems on wax paper in three times and dividing five by two.

Lin Nianhe looked at her delicate handwriting, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, pinched her throat and called in the softest voice: "Sister Xiangqin." ”

Yu Xiangqin frowned and glanced at her: "Are you squeezed?" ”

Lin Nianhe: "......"

Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and returned to his normal voice: "Sister Xiangqin, how about I go and get you a position as a logistics teacher?" In the future, you will be in charge of engraving wax paper and printing things. ”

Yu Xiangqin's eyes lit up: "What treatment?" ”

"It is estimated that it is the treatment of private teachers." Lin Nianhe didn't dare to say it to death.

"Ten cents a day and five dollars a month?" Yu Xiangqin's eyes were extraordinarily bright, "Competent, must be capable!" That's it, no problem! ”

Lin Nianhe was afraid that she would have any concerns, so he told Yu Xiangqin that they were printing new textbooks, and emphasized that this work was not easy at all.

Yu Xiangqin didn't care, and waved her hand: "Just give money!" ”

Lin Nianhe: "Okay, I'll go find Uncle Feng tomorrow." ”

Don't panic when you encounter a problem, there will always be a solution.

At noon the next day, Lin Nianhe ate a bun and rode straight to the commune.

Seeing Feng Yuanshan, Lin Nianhe didn't directly say what he meant, but asked, "Uncle Feng, how are the chicken coops in each school?" Our chickens lay eggs every day, and the students eat eggs every day! ”

At the mention of the chicken coop, Feng Yuanshan suddenly smiled: "Xiaolin, speaking of this, I have to thank you on behalf of the students of Quanlan County!" You've solved a big problem for everyone! Now not only can students eat eggs, but some schools can also sell eggs to supply and marketing cooperatives, which greatly alleviates the problem of insufficient teaching funds! ”

Lin Nianhe smiled like a flower.

Just thanks.