Chapter 203

He still wanted to act young and not enter the classroom, as it would have been awkward if he had looked older than the teacher.

"Okay! Brother Li, I'll save a seat for you!"

He Yushui has experience. He doesn't need to wait for the teacher to assign a seat. He just grabs the seat he likes and maybe the seat won't be moved.

"No, I can't sit at the same table with you! We'll talk about it later."

Li Zhiguo quickly found a place to shave his beard. There was a razor in the space, which was invented by him. It came in handy at the critical moment.

After shaving, I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, this guy is really handsome.

"Hey! Yushui, let me sit with you. We were classmates in junior high school. We are good friends."

A girl just arrived in the classroom and ran to He Yushui.

He Yushui stretched out her hand to block it, "Zhang Shuqin, this one won't work, I'm saving it for someone else."

"Who did you leave it to? Didn't Yu Haitang fail to get into high school?"

Zhang Shuqin has a chubby face and two big canine teeth. Her grades are okay, but she doesn't have many friends.

He Yushui explained: "It's not Yu Haitang, it's my brother."

"Your silly brother? No, isn't he the cook at the steel mill?"

Zhang Shuqin had seen Sha Zhu before. When he was in junior high school, Sha Zhu had taken Yu Shui to school.

"It's not Shazhu, it's Brother Li Zhiguo. Here he comes."

When Zhang Shuqin heard this, she turned her head and her eyes sparkled. Where did this handsome guy come from? He was even more handsome than the male lead in the movie.

"Rainwater, this is your friend!"

Li Zhiguo walked closer and asked, and saw that the third row was occupied by Yu Shui. This was not reliable. He was tall, so he had to sit in the last row, which was fine whether he was sleeping or chatting.

When winter comes, can you get some charcoal and make a self-heating hot pot?

He Yushui introduced: "Brother Li, this is Zhang Shuqin, my junior high school classmate."

"Zhang Shuqin?"

Li Zhiguo suddenly thought of who this solid-looking girl was. Wasn't she the Hu Niu that Yu Shui was planning to introduce to Sha Zhu in the original drama? She had two canine teeth, so this matched the description.

"Hello, Brother Li, you sit here, I'll find another seat."

Zhang Shuqin followed him and recognized him as her brother, but why didn’t Yu Shui’s brother have the surname He?

Li Zhiguo was dazed and sat down when the rain pulled him. Oh my god, it's the third row!

"Hey, why is the teacher who just came in sitting in his seat?"

"That's right, how could the teacher be so bold as to flirt with a female student on the first day?"

"But our teacher is so handsome. I guess he just graduated from college not long ago."

It’s no wonder that classmates made mistakes. Although there are students who repeat grades in high school, they are special repeater classes, and usually even the teaching buildings are separate.

Li Zhiguo's temperament is different from those losers who are repeating a grade. He really looks like a teacher.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman walked in, went straight to the podium, and quickly wrote three big words on the blackboard: Tang Dongqiong.

I turned around and said, "Hello, students. I am your class teacher and Chinese teacher. My name is Tang Dongqiong. I graduated from Tongzhou Normal School, which is now Beijing Normal University.

I hope that in the next three years, all students can achieve good results and be admitted to their favorite universities..."

The classmates were all very considerate and didn’t make any noise, because those who make noise usually happen in the second and third year students.

Those who can actually get into high school still want to study seriously.

Tang Dongqiong saw Li Zhiguo at this time and knew that this was the 30-year-old special student. She just hoped that he was not a troublemaker.

"Okay, now we need to elect class leaders and arrange for people to move books and distribute textbooks."

Tang Dongqiong then wrote down the positions in the class on the blackboard: one class monitor and four class committee members.

In that era, class cadres were not so subdivided, and there were no such things as labor committee members, sports committee members, etc.

Collectively known as class committee members, in addition to the class monitor, there are usually two to four members. In most cases, the teacher designates candidates and then lets the class monitor elect them. The term of office is half a year, which is one semester, before re-election.

At this time, Tang Dongqiong wrote the names of ten people on the blackboard. Four of them had the best academic performance, five had the best birthplace, and one had a special status and could not be missed.

"Students whose names are on the blackboard will come up to the stage one by one to introduce themselves, and then the students will vote by raising their hands."

It’s so easy, there’s no need to fill in your name, the results come out right away.

"He Yushui, you come first."

Tang Dongqiong called the girl by her name, saying that her ancestors had been hired farmers for three generations and she was born into a good family.

"Good teacher!"

After Yu Shui stood up, she glanced at Brother Li next to her, not to ask for advice, but because they were both sitting on the same long bench, and she was worried that if she stood up, Brother Li would fall to the ground.

Not only are there shared benches, but the desk is also a long table that two people share, and there are no drawers, so textbooks are placed on the table.

In this case, you will often sigh about your desk mate many years later.

Yu Shui walked up to the podium. The so-called podium was just a little higher than the normal ground, with a desk in the middle. It was very simple.

"Hello everyone, my name is He Yushui, I'm from Beijing, I believe..."

Yu Shui gave a very routine and brief self-introduction.

"Okay, everyone please raise your hands to vote."

Tang Dongqiong stood beside the podium and quickly counted the number of people who raised their hands. There were 52 students in the class, and He Yushui got 21 votes.

"Student Li Zhiguo, it's your turn next."

"Okay, teacher!"

Li Zhiguo was a little confused. He didn't want to be a class leader because he would have to take leave. How could he become a candidate?

But in this matter, when the opportunity comes, you still have to fight for it, because it will be recorded in the file.

Today's college students are actually being trained as cadres. If they do not go into politics, they will aim to become engineers or directors of various units.

Therefore, moral quality is crucial, and whether one is suitable to be a cadre is also very important, which is related to the quality of the assigned unit.

"He is actually a student too. I thought he was a teacher at first."

"That's right. He looks like he's already 22 or 23 years old. He's still a student?"

"What's going on? Hey, stop talking, the teacher has seen it."

After a brief commotion, the students in the class soon quieted down.

After Li Zhiguo came to power, he was not at all intimidated. The class was full of half-grown children, and even the smart ones were still small.

He nodded to the head teacher, then turned to the classmates and said, "My name is Li Zhiguo, I am from Beijing, I studied in Red Star Middle School before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and for some reasons, I chose to continue my studies in high school and prepare for college.

Before that, I was a workshop worker at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and a level 5 fitter, and my target school was Peking University.

I have the confidence and ability to manage the class well, help everyone solve their problems in life, and arrange various learning activities for everyone.

Movies, parks, bases, factories, crafts, etc. are all free. If necessary, car pick-up can be arranged, which is also free. That’s all I have to say.”

The classroom was arranged, no one spoke, and the discipline was surprisingly good.

Tang Dongqiong felt that this student was engaging in special canvassing for votes, but there was nothing wrong with that. Taking part in group activities is an important part of the school's daily routine, but as a student, you are arranging these for free. Aren't you overstepping your authority?

"Okay, Li Zhiguo has finished his introduction. Please raise your hands to vote."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the students in the class raised their hands. No, even a fat boy was left out. He looked very unconvinced. He really wanted to be class monitor and his family was well-off.

Li Zhiguo returned to his seat, and then the other eight students came on stage to introduce themselves.

When they arrived at the little fat boy, everyone realized that he was also a capable person. His father was the director of a small factory with a hundred employees.

"My father is the factory manager. I was the class monitor in junior high school. I believe I will be a good class monitor in high school. That's all I have to say."

The fat boy was a little smug. He had been the class monitor from elementary school to junior high school, and he was sure to be the monitor now.

Li Zhiguo smiled. The fat boy's father was the director of the Fourth Glove Factory under the China National Textile Industry Corporation, which mainly produced labor protection gloves.

The textile industry seems to have a total of fifty factories, which seems to be quite large, but it is not on the same scale as the Ministry of Metallurgy.

In this kind of small factory with only a hundred employees, workers cannot be promoted to level two.

However, the fat guy also got a high rate of votes, forty-nine votes, and he and Yu Shui did not raise their hands.

Tang Dongqiong said, "Okay, now the five class committee members have come out. Let's elect the class monitor from among the class committee members. Li Zhiguo and Shen Chunlin will give speeches again."

Li Zhiguo glanced at the fat boy and thought that if he couldn't defeat the squad leader today, he would have a hard time returning to the yard.

Li Zhiguo went on stage again, with his back to the students, pulled up his sleeves to reveal his watch, and said, "Teacher Tang, where is your home address? If there is any problem in the class in the future, it will be convenient for me to contact you at any time."

"Okay, okay, I'll write the address on the blackboard later." Tang Dongqiong already understood that he wanted to send something. The income of a level 5 fitter is not low.

Li Zhiguo then said: "Students, I have already said what I want to say."

The little fat boy Shen Chunlin then went on stage and spoke a lot, thinking that he would definitely win.

But soon the little fat boy couldn't laugh anymore.

Tang Dongqiong came to the stage again and said, "Okay, I now appoint Li Zhiguo as the monitor of our Grade 1 Class 3. The class committee members are Shen Chunlin, Zhang Shuqin, Zhao Yanhua, and Fang Minggen. Everyone applaud."

Suddenly there was warm applause in the class. The little fat boy looked stunned. It was obviously he who should have been chosen, so how come the position of class monitor was taken away from him?

After a while, Li Zhiguo called a group of male classmates to move the books, paying special attention to the fat boy and giving him more weight.

Taking advantage of this time, he went to the office, found the head teacher, and handed him a rolled-up notebook.

"Teacher Tang, this is the list of classmates in the class, please take a look."

"List, here I am...Okay, let me take a look."

Tang Dongqiong understood and took the notebook with a trembling hand.

"Teacher, I'll go and arrange for the books to be distributed."

Li Zhiguo left very straightforwardly. He gave some sweet treats first, then found an opportunity to take a short vacation, and then a long vacation?
"Hey, Teacher Tang, that guy just now is also in your class. He looks like a trainee teacher."

A teacher sitting nearby asked curiously.

Teachers do not have their own offices. At least they have four-person rooms, and even eight-person rooms are common.

"He's a student. He was recommended by his workplace to continue his studies."

Tang Dongqiong gave a brief explanation and waited for the teacher next to her to leave before she opened the rolled-up notebook, thinking there might be money inside, but it turned out to be food coupons.

A full 30 kilograms of national grain made her scalp tingle. This kind of grain coupons are very valuable and difficult to get.

The value is more than twice that of ordinary white flour tickets because it contains oil. You can buy cooking oil in proportion, and it is a guaranteed redemption, regardless of region or month, and can be used within this year.

Just these 30 kilograms of national grain can be sold for 50 yuan on the black market this year, but there is no demand for it.

This student named Li Zhiguo is definitely not just a level 5 fitter. You can earn 50 yuan, but you can't get 30 kilograms of national food coupons.

"Teacher Tang, I want to talk to you about something."

Suddenly, the fat boy Shen Chunlin came. This boy was smart and knew to come in when the teacher was alone in the office.

"Student Chunlin, what do you want to talk to the teacher about?"

In fact, Tang Dongqiong didn't take the fat guy seriously. As the director of a small factory with only a hundred people, he couldn't play a much role and had very few job vacancies.

"Teacher, I have a lot of gloves at home that I can't use up. I'll bring you a pack later."

The fat boy still wants to be the class monitor, so this should be his chance.

"Student Chunlin, this is immoral behavior. The teacher will severely criticize you and remove you from the class committee. If you do this again, the teacher will report it to the school and punish you."

Tang Dongqiong was very angry. This kind of evil trend must not be encouraged.

He immediately went to the class and announced: "Classmates, Shen Chunlin just made a mistake. The teacher has cancelled his class committee qualification. He Yushui will be the substitute class committee member.

I hope that students can learn from this and focus on studying. No matter where you were born, studying is the first priority and teachers will treat everyone equally.”

After hearing this, Li Zhiguo was a little confused. No way, his 30 kilograms of food coupons were so powerful? He was just giving a normal gift, he didn't say he wanted to get the little fat man!
The little fat boy Shen Chunlin was already crying, with his head buried in his seat and not saying a word.

He felt so aggrieved. What happened? Wasn't it like this when he was in junior high school? A bag of gloves was not a small number. His father's factory distributed labor insurance, and it took several months to save up enough.

The class has officially started and the seats have not been adjusted, so we will just keep it like this for now.

After a math class, Li Zhiguo was a little confused. It was simple and easy to learn. There was nothing wrong with it.

Besides, how should I put it? He felt that the teaching content simplified things.

For example, the number twenty is now called an even number, but in later elementary school it will be called a composite number, which contains six factors.

The involution of mathematics education in later generations initially transferred knowledge from higher grades to lower grades, making it more and more difficult. Later, when there was nothing left to adjust, the second step was to elaborate the problem. A math problem had to be solved using the method of Chinese.

Later on, I started to complicate simple things and mess them up. I had to divide a problem that could be solved in one step into three steps. Damn it...

Flipping through the textbooks now made him find the joy of learning again, and he could become a top student without much use of his brain.

"Jingle Bell!"

It was not until the bell rang that Li Zhiguo came to his senses. The path to the mountain of books is through diligence, and the boat to the boundless sea of ​​learning is through hard work. He still had to go out for a walk during breaks to combine work and rest.

"Hurry up, I forgot to knead the dough this morning and I don't have enough time."

"I'm fine. I soaked the red taro this morning and can eat it after I pinch it."

Several students got up when they heard the bell and ran out in a hurry.

"Yushui, what's going on? Are you adding more food now?"

Li Zhiguo was a little confused. It was still early for lunch.

"Oh, they are students from the countryside. They don't have food coupons, so they have to go to the boiler room to steam their own buns."

He Yushui was taking notes seriously and writing an extra copy for Brother Li.

"Go and have a look."

Li Zhiguo reacted. He had always known that rural children brought their own food, but he had never seen it before and was curious.

"Brother Li, I'm taking notes for you."

He Yushui thought, what's so good about this? Wouldn't it be better to use the time to review? Without hard work, how could he get into university?

"Well, I'll ask someone else to go."

Li Zhiguo stood up and shouted, "Zhang Shuqin, come here, take me to the boiler room."

"okay!"

Hu Niu Zhang Shuqin was also writing something. Upon hearing this, she quickly put down her pen and trotted out from her seat.

Li Zhiguo called out again: "Chunlin, are you free? Let's go together."

"you call me?"

The fat boy was confused. No, they were competitors, and he had just been criticized by the head teacher and lost his position as a class committee member. How could he still have the nerve to call him?
"Go!"

There is no embarrassment for Li Zhiguo. Besides, a little fat boy who has never experienced a beating is no match at all.

"Hey! Good!"

The little fat boy also hurried out from his seat.

The three of them left the classroom and headed straight for the boiler room. It turned out that none of them knew the place. They did not live on campus, but they all had food coupons.

But it’s not a big problem. If you see someone carrying a lunch box, just follow them.

When we arrived, we found that the boiler room was on the side of the cafeteria and opposite the bathhouse.

It is a place specifically for boiling bath water and water for the convenience of students living on campus.

At this moment, it was very lively inside, with students from rural areas gathered there, some carrying lunch boxes and some carrying large bowls.

There was a long platform in the boiler room with an old man standing next to it. Students would pay one cent if they put a lunch box or bowl on it.

The lunch boxes are filled with steamed bread or black steamed buns, which are the students' own rations and are taken to the boiler room for processing.

There is a sink and platform next to it, and many students are busy kneading dough into their lunch boxes.

The ingredients used are varied, the best one is gray flour, which is whole wheat flour, which is actually better than corn flour.

Some people also bring rice. Add appropriate amount of water and rice into the lunch box and steam it to make rice.

Life was good at home, and we ate fine grains.

The inferior ones include common coarse grains, corn, sorghum, sweet potatoes, etc.

Even worse are eating red taro and buckwheat flour. The common black steamed bun is made of buckwheat. The bitter buckwheat used to make tea in later generations is a kind of buckwheat. It tastes good when made into tea. You can try eating it directly.

However, in later generations, buckwheat was considered a good thing, a fine product among coarse grains, and some people liked it.

Li Zhiguo took a closer look and saw a student making vegetable dumplings. The dumplings were made by mixing some unknown leaves with some powder, adding water, and then kneading them into dumplings. The dumplings were then placed at the bottom of a bowl and that was it.

He shook his head with mixed feelings. He looked at the boiler room and saw a huge pot that burned coal. There was already a little steam coming out of the pot, and there was a huge steaming rack on top.

At that time, the lunch boxes will be placed on it, and at lunchtime, students can find their own lunch boxes.

This happens every day, day after day, year after year.

When he returned to the classroom, he inexplicably felt the motivation to study. I realized that people study not because they are poor, but sometimes they study because they are poor.

(End of this chapter)