"Squeak......

As the bus arrived abruptly, a puff of dust kicked up from the rear of the bus, and Cheng Jianghe jumped off the bus lightly with a futon tied with a backpack strap and a canvas bag.

When you look at it, you can see patches of green and yellow wheat fields, swaying like waves in the wind, and making a rustling sound. The breeze wakes up all things, and the insects and birds are active in the countryside and fields after a night of dormant under the warm sunshine, and there are bursts of insects and frogs from time to time, and the air carries a unique moist fragrance of the countryside, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

This is Xihu Township, which is far from Ganquan City, and it is also the ideal township in the mind of Shihecheng Jianghe, and it is only two or three hours' drive from the city, which is the closest distance.

I have no way and no background, of course, it is impossible to stay in the school in the city in one step, rather than hoping for those who can't get it, it is better to choose what I can grasp. Taking the initiative to obey the above arrangement, on the contrary, you can get a little bit of choice, to choose a relatively close to home township, to serve as a rural teacher.

For such a distribution result, Cheng Jianghe is very calm and satisfied. What's the big deal about starting from the bottom, suffering a little bit and being tired has never been a reason for the Cheng family's children to complain. At any time, you have to eat according to your ability, and it is also a matter of the future to learn and excel, and the stupid practice of being ambitious is absolutely unacceptable.

Cheng Jianghe shook the bag behind his shoulders, took a brisk step, asked the villagers along the road, and groped his way to Ganquan Xihu Township Middle School.

In the 90s, the township schools were a mess of backward educational resources and hardware facilities, and they only focused on satisfying the basic nine-year compulsory education, so that those school-age children whose ancestors had been facing the loess for generations and had been digging in the loess nest all day long had a chance to receive education. lest they be like their predecessors, who are illiterate and illiterate, and can only be helplessly bound to the barren land, continuing their established and tragic fate.

It is said that it is a middle school, but in fact, most of them are composed of a two-in-one structure of primary school and junior high school, which can be regarded as a one-stop education system.

Ganquan is a typical agricultural city, scattered in the surrounding large and small towns and villages. As He Yuliang said, there is an extreme shortage of educational resources, especially teachers, at the township level.

Poor conditions aside, the key is not to see much hope.

This is true for students, and the same is true for teachers, many teachers don't want to come, and when they come, they want to turn around and leave.

Standing in front of the door of Xihu Township Middle School, a cement fence more than one person high encloses the campus covering an area of four or five acres, leaving a gap in the middle, and installing a rusty iron fence, which is a protective gate.

On the raised pillar on the right side hangs a whiteboard plaque with the name of the school in black letters, and the cracked patent leather peels off everywhere, like the bark of an old locust tree. On the cement wall on the left, there is no decent window, and there are psoriasis-like notices pasted everywhere, which are messy and a little unbearable to look at.

Not far from the gate, a two-story building that is connected on three sides and is semi-enclosed, very much in the architectural style of the Cultural Revolution period, it looks like a few dirt, it is the only teaching building of the school.

The middle is surrounded by a palm-sized playground, the ground is simply paved with black cinders, there are four rickety basketball hoops on the left and right, there are more or less a few holes on the mottled ball board, and a bare iron ring, which is considered a place for children to exercise and assemble.

A bungalow not far from the adjacent teaching building is a collective cafeteria for teachers and students, and two rows of low tiled houses behind it are single dormitories for teachers.

All the facilities are clear at a glance, and you can see the bottom at a glance, all of which is inseparable from the environment that Cheng Jianghe expected. Since the psychological prediction has been made in the early stage, there will be no loss emotions when you are immersive. Cheng Jianghe checked his backpack and walked forward without a wave on his face.

The playground was full of plainly dressed students running wildly, and the dust raised was all around, and then fell on every innocent and lively little face, but it could not hide the innocence and childlike fun they should have.

Liu Zhiming, a 40-year-old headmaster, wore a gray coarse cloth tunic, and a pair of handmade black canvas shoes on his feet, the dust on which had long since obscured the original color, gray and black.

A pair of thick-framed glasses hung on the pre-aged face, covering the layered crow's feet behind the lenses, and a stack of books tucked between his elbows, showing the appearance of an old pedant. As the class bell rang, seeing that the children were still making selfless noise on the playground, Liu Zhiming pulled his throat and shouted in the thick Ganquan dialect.

"It's all a nu, my ears are deaf, the class bell has been ringing for so long, why are you still playing Ni, hurry up and enter the classroom!"

The principal roared, and the students trembled.

It seems that Liu Zhiming's prestige in the eyes of the children is still quite high, and with an order, everyone dispersed in a hurry, and ants flocked to the classroom like nests. Liu Zhiming helped his glasses and was about to enter the classroom, but was stopped by Cheng Jianghe, who came later.

"Alas, comrade! Homosexuals! ”

Liu Zhiming turned his head and looked at Cheng Jianghe suspiciously: "Who are you?" What's the matter? ”

Cheng Jianghe bowed his head politely: "Hello, I'm looking for Principal Liu Zhiming." ”

Liu Zhiming was stunned, his eyebrows condensed into a question mark: "Oh, I am." ”

Cheng Jianghe's eyes lit up: "Ah, you are Principal Liu Zhiming." Hello, my name is Cheng Jianghe, I am a teacher who has just been assigned this year, and I am here to report to you! ”

As soon as the words fell, Liu Zhiming's bark-like wrinkles suddenly stretched, and he grinned enthusiastically and said, "Ah, you are a new teacher, too good, too good." Welcome, welcome, let's go, go to the office first! ”

After that, Liu Zhiming took the initiative to pick up the luggage in Jiang He's hand and led it to the office with interest.

The so-called office is also located on the corner of the school building, and a student classroom has been converted into an office area. Make a partition in the middle, one side is the primary school, and the other side is the secondary school.

The teachers don't have any special desks, each of them distributes a small desk for the students, and the books and homework that are stacked in nowhere are placed directly on the ground, mixed with the teaching utensils, leaving a walk-through aisle for the already small room.

The principal and the teachers were also crowded together, and there was no difference in level at all. It was class, and there was no teacher in the office.

"Come on, come on, this is where our teachers work!"

Liu Zhiming happily beckoned Cheng Jianghe to sit down at his desk, picked up the thermos on the ground and poured him a glass of water.

Seeing Cheng Jianghe looking around with interest, Liu Zhiming was a little embarrassed, and explained curtly: "We don't have a decent office here, and the better places are vacated for students to use as classrooms, the conditions are more difficult, come and come, drink water!" ”

Cheng Jianghe respectfully raised his body slightly, took the teacup and smiled: "Oh, thank you, principal, I think it's good, well, it's better than I imagined!" ”

Liu Zhiming, who was observant of his words, looked at Cheng Jianghe's expression when he spoke, and his embarrassed expression suddenly turned into a look of surprise: "Really?" How are you doing? Oh, that's good, that's good! Uh, you're called ......"

"Oh, Cheng Jianghe, this is my resume." Cheng Jianghe hurriedly took out his personal materials from his pocket and handed them over.

"Oops, my brain just doesn't have a good memory......"

Liu Zhiming patted his head with a smile, then supported his glasses with one hand, stretched out the materials he had received, and squinted his presbyopia to examine: "Oh...... Cheng Jianghe ...... You're a graduate of Northwest Normal University, ah, you're still an undergraduate. Oops, undergraduate, undergraduate, this ......"