"Xiaole, what did you say to Mai, she seems to be a little unhappy!"

Seeing the others leave, the eldest sister still asked curiously.

Yang Xiaole looked at the wheat and shook his head: "What can I say to her!" ”

Come on, no matter, when the time comes, he will arrange it according to the situation, and he would have known that he would not have let them be so smart.

Pain in the skull.

Because there are some things that he can't control, if he wants his family not to get sick, then he has to drink well water.

IQ development, that is also synchronized.

The eldest sister was suspicious for a moment, so she didn't ask more.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Xiaole went to school normally.

"Hey, we went to play yesterday, the city was lively! Why didn't you go to Qingda High School yesterday! ”

Feng Aijun looked at him and said with a smile.

Yang Xiaole put down the schoolbag and wondered for a while: "What's wrong?" What happened to the attached high school? ”

"Hey, what else could I do! The white and red students of the High School Attached to Qing University had a quarrel in their school, and a big debate meeting was held, which was very lively. ”

Hearing Feng Aijun's words, Yang Xiaole nodded.

The so-called white students are naturally the children of rich people, intellectuals, and former officials of the Republic of China.

This is also what everyone calls it in private.

Unlike the fourth and sixth middle schools, the children of intellectuals in the high school attached to Qing University were not afraid, and directly debated with the disciples of the courtyard.

Then he glanced at him and said angrily: "It's this all day long, so there's nothing else?" ”

Something happens in this school today, something happens in that school tomorrow, and in general, that's it.

I'm tired of listening.

Feng Aijun thought for a while, and finally said: "By the way, the people of the Youth League have studied with the No. 4 Middle School, write to the above, and hope that someone from the working group can be stationed in our school to investigate and solve the problem of the line and policy of the school leaders......"

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes, isn't this still the case!

But then he didn't care.

For a period of time, a period of time, a big run, and the whole people "make a stove", in fact, the situation is almost the same.

Although the matter of No. 4 Middle School has been reported in the newspaper, the matter is not over yet, and there is no way to calm the anger of these students for the time being.

The team hasn't been evacuated yet!

It is estimated that this matter will not end in less than half a year.

Today's rare school did not go to morning exercises.

Instead, I used the time of morning exercise to have a meeting.

On this day, the principal and his entourage stood on the red flag platform and said sonorously: "In those days, the form of the countryside was not optimistic, and in order to respond to the call, the No. 8 Middle School will form a "social education" group to go to the countryside to carry out socialist education. ……”

Yang Xiaole listened below, and his mind couldn't turn around.

What is this operation?

Almost all the major colleges and universities in the city, and even the technical secondary school, organized people to participate.

But I don't think I heard about it in high school!

But he also understood the content of the conference.

After the meeting, back in the class, in the first math class of the class, Han Jingxuan walked into the classroom a little tired.

After sorting out his thoughts a little, he began to say to the people in the class, "Everyone should know a little about the content of today's meeting, right?" Next, we need to send some people to participate in the 'social education' activities in the countryside, are there any students who have signed up? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people below were all talking.

College students go to the countryside to participate in "social education" because they are college students themselves.

After all, they are high school students, and although many things are quite happy now, they will eventually go to college.

If I go to the countryside, I don't know when I'll be back!

You know, last year, there was a pilot school went to the countryside, but it hasn't come back yet!

So someone asked about the concern.

Seeing this, Han Jingxuan said: "Our school will go down in batches to eat, sleep, and eat with the poor middle peasants for a period of 20 days. So, think for yourself. ”

"I'll participate!"

Seeing this, Yu Wenbin stood up directly.

"Then I'll participate in ...... too"

Several people responded.

Yang Xiaole pondered there, watching quietly.

"I'll participate too!"

Suddenly, Feng Aijun next to him also suddenly signed up.

Yang Xiaole looked at the other party, "Why are you going to join in the fun?" Didn't you say that it was in batches! You wait, wait a while. Let's be in this together. ”

Since many people are going to go, he naturally wants to go to see the excitement.

Feng Aijun was entangled for a while when he saw this; "This ...... I really have to be the first to go! ”

After speaking, looking at Yang Xiaole's puzzled expression, he said entangledly: "There are some things I can't say, anyway, there are only benefits to going this time, there is no harm, you can go too, are you a poor peasant family, or our first youth league!" Go ahead! ”

After Yang Xiaole listened, he muttered there.

There must be something going on that he didn't know about, or rather, a level he couldn't reach.

"Go, listen to me! That's right. ”

Feng Aijun persuaded again.

This made Yang Xiaole frown even more.

Is there something special?

Doesn't seem like much!

After all, there was no time for that matter, and the "social education" activities were not over yet.

Feng Aijun looked at him curiously and muttered, "Have you forgotten the article published by the daily newspaper last time?" ”

"Article? What do you mean? If you want to say it, you can say it, and the gods will talk about it. ”

Yang Xiaole said to him impatiently.

Looking at his expression, Feng Aijun smiled, and then said: "The daily newspaper published an article before, "Actively Cultivating and Boldly Promoting New Forces", do you remember this?"

"Remember? What's wrong? Does it have anything to do with us? Isn't that about college students? ”

Yang Xiaole was puzzled for a moment, this daily newspaper was put forward because after the liberation, there were "old people" who died one after another, and he was worried that there would be a fault.

The article says: Cultivating a "comrade" who is relatively mature in both correct governance and professional ability and has rich experience will require a process and a considerable period of time.

Therefore, it is imperative to get started early.

Therefore, among the 200,000 college students in the country, suitable people are selected to be trained, and these people must be members of the family who are popular and have high consciousness, and they will generally go to the county and the commune to govern in the future.

It's just that this has to do with college students, what does high school have to do with it?

Feng Aijun looked around, and then muttered, "I said don't tell others!" ”

Then he muttered mysteriously: "This is for college students, it is said that there will be a 'youth training class' next year, which is for students in the third year of high school." ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole thought for a moment, and then reacted.

Blinking his eyes, three words whispered in his ear: "Successor?" ”

Feng Aijun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked, "Who are you listening to?" ”

It stands to reason that no one in Yang Xiaole's family can reach this level?

Looking at Feng Aijun's surprised expression, Yang Xiaole knew that he had guessed correctly.

Then he shook his head: "Anyway, I advise you, don't rush over first, it's best to go over the second batch." ”

What he said was just a bare bare thing to see on the Internet in his previous life.

Naturally, he is the successor of the team at all levels.

Feng Aijun was curious: "Why?" ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole shook his head and said no more.

Because there is no second batch at all.

The second batch has not yet been enrolled, and it has encountered the arrival of a big era.

With the end of Han Jingxuan's statistical work.

He continued to speak there: "Okay, classmate Yang Xiaole, I will count the list of personnel in a while. ”

Yang Xiaole naturally nodded.

Seeing this, Han Jingxuan then said: "The school needs to rehearse the performance of the drama "Three Feuds" to set up the ideological propaganda of 'social education', Hua Yourong, you can see if you can find personnel, if not, go to other classes to see if you can learn it." It's a performance on the May Fourth Youth Day, and there's still some time. ”

Hua Yourong listened quietly.

Suddenly, she heard the teacher calling out to her, and hurriedly agreed.

"Okay!"

However, the drama?

How to rehearse?

Dance drama?

After Lu Minqi left, Hua Yourong, the reunion and the person with the second grade, became the literary and art committee member in the class.

Because she can dance!

The study is good, so naturally she came.

Looking at her confused, Han Jingxuan said: "The manuscript is here for me, you can take it here first." ”

Hearing this, Hua Yourong stood up and walked towards the stage and got the things.

After coming back, Yang Xiaole also looked at it curiously.

"What's that? Let me see! ”

Then he took it and looked at it.

After flipping through it a little, I can understand what kind of drama it is, it should be said that it is Qin dialect.

The content of the script is: Before the liberation, the landlord of Wangjiazhuang and the pseudo-director of the joint security were rampant in the township, and the people of fish and flesh used various means to kill the Wang family in order to seize a piece of land from the poor peasant Wang Laowu.

Wang Lao Wu was falsely imprisoned and brutally killed. Wang Lao Wu's family was forced to die.

Wang Laowu's grandson Hu'er is left, and he has to cut the grass and eradicate the roots when he is skinned alive. In a very critical situation, the villagers rescued him from the tiger's mouth and went to join the army. A few years later, Hu'er returned to his hometown with the troops, liberated Wangjiazhuang, and severely punished him for skinning him alive.

In terms of drama genre, it is naturally similar to the white-haired girl.

After looking at it for a while, he returned the thing to Hua Yourong.

The other party took a closer look.

After watching it for a while, I was puzzled: "How to rehearse this?" ”

I've never rehearsed a play!

Why do you suddenly have a task for the class!

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "You take this back and ask Auntie, she should know something." You look at the people in the class, Wang Jing can sing two sentences of Peking Opera, just make a cameo, it is impossible to make a troupe with accompaniment, let Zheng Tao play erhu, he can play erhu, if it really doesn't work, I, Yu Wenbin and a few others can do it. ”

Hearing this, Hua Yourong nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the other party's expression, Yang Xiaole smiled: "Don't worry, there will be more and more such dramas in the future, you have to get used to it!" ”

"Huh? What else? ”

Flowers have a lot of tangles.

"It's early!"

Yang Xiaole smiled and didn't say much.

On the stage, Han Jingxuan was there talking about the spirit of "learning Dazhai and learning Daqing".

The school wants to send people to study there, but it has nothing to do with them, the people who go are all sophomores in high school.

When it was time to get off work, for the drama of "Three Feuds", although the class hadn't figured out what was going on, some people enthusiastically signed up.

But there is a villain in it, but no one plays it.

Yang Xiaole is registering a list of people who have gone to the countryside to participate in "social education."

"You're really not going?"

Feng Aijun looked at him and asked him.

Yang Xiaole shook his head, and was about to speak, when Yu Wenbin next to him spoke.

"Yang Xiaole, you are the secretary of our class, but your enthusiasm doesn't seem to be enough at all, I feel that you are not suitable to be the secretary of our class."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell silent.

I looked at it with wide eyes.

Hua Yourong, who was about to ask him a question, also stopped his movements.

Yang Xiaole held the form in his hand, and while registering Feng Aijun's name, he said without raising his head: "Oh, then what is your so-called enthusiasm?" Going to participate in your 'social education' exchange in the fourth middle school? Or do you want to go to the countryside with the members of the working group to participate in 'social education' activities? ”

After he finished writing what he was holding, he slowly raised his head.

He glanced at him calmly.

Then he asked, "Then you mean that you are suitable to be the secretary of our class?" ”

He didn't pay much attention to this position at all.

But at a certain point, it is not possible not to participate, so he also hung up a position and rarely took care of things.

He was not surprised at all by Yu Wenbin's questioning.

In the minds of these activists, he is really not positive enough.

But I'm not rare, it's one thing, what right do you have to off?

Yu Wenbin nodded approvingly: "Both!" ”

Yang Xiaole smiled when he saw this: "The old man said: There is only a different division of labor in leather work, and there is no distinction between high and low. In the same way, whether you are active or not does not mean that just by shouting two slogans, it means that you are an activist.

Feelings I study hard and contribute to the construction of the motherland, isn't it positive? Isn't it positive for me to catch the enemy for some departments?

If you say I'm not positive enough, who are you denying? Deny me? Or a denial of the elderly? ”

After speaking, he said calmly: "As for the class Youth League secretary, if you have any opinions, you can apply to the Youth League Committee of the grade and let you do it, provided that they agree." Who's next? Sun Tiezhu? Do you also sign up? ”

looked at Sun Tiezhu who came over, and asked with a smile.

didn't care about Yu Wenbin, who was embarrassed there.

Yang Xiaole's words are too big!

He wanted to pick it up, but he didn't dare to pick it up!

Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Feng Aijun next to him: "Hey, it's okay!" Almost, Xiaole seems to have offended you all along, right? ”

Yu Wenbin frowned; "What do you mean to offend me? Does this have anything to do with offending me? We are now talking about Yang Xiaole's enthusiasm. ”

"Aijun, don't talk about it."

Yang Xiaole organized him, then looked at Yu Wenbin and said, "Okay, tell me, why am I not active?" Where are you active? Don't tell me about the Fourth Middle School, the Fourth Middle School is where your cadres and children gather, don't think I don't know! ”

These words made Yu Wenbin tangled for a while.

It is obvious that Yang Xiaole is not active, but if you really want to say it, he really can't think of it for a while.

"Are you signing up or not?"

Yang Xiaole looked at Sun Tiezhu, who was there to join in the fun, and asked again.

Seeing this, the other party hurriedly shook his head: "I'm not going!" I'm originally from the countryside, so what else am I going to do! ”

"Don't go, what are you doing!"

Yang Xiaole glanced at him angrily and continued to register the others.

Yu Wenbin felt very embarrassed when he saw that no one took care of him, and the important thing was that Yang Xiaole's understatement and contempt for him was so angry!

In the end, he left in a huff.

Because of the words he had prepared before, let Yang Xiaole say it.

Naturally, it was the meeting of the previous four.

Waiting for them to leave, Yang Xiaole looked at it, rolled his eyes, and then asked Hua Yourong; "Or no one plays Wang Longxiang?"

Wang Longxiang is naturally the villain in the script!

Hua Yourong nodded: "No one." ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole pondered for a while and understood.

These students are deeply afraid that after playing a bad guy, it will affect their future university and be labeled as a bad guy.

He didn't bother with this, he didn't have much interest in this anyway.

There should be someone to play at that time.

He's busy!

In the afternoon, I had to carry the paste to the school to post the propaganda of Dazhai and Daqing~

(End of chapter)