Rebuild 2005

Chapter 70 [070] It seems pretty good
Li Miaoyu was silent for a while before asking: "Is there no one to care?"

"Yes, I have!"

Wei Qingfan said with a smile, "We are a socialist country ruled by law, where the people are the masters of the country. There must be someone to take care of the people's grievances, let alone work-related injuries, such as 996, 007, etc. All things that oppress and exploit the working people must be dealt with." It is illegal... This is what our ancestors paid for with bloody struggle.

"But having said that, if the country wants to develop, we don't have the plunder and accumulation of the colonial era. If we want to build modernization, want to find a development path under the pressure of the big powers, and want to live a good life, someone has to work hard, right?"

He was talking nonsense, trying to change the topic, but he paused, and then continued: "I actually wanted to talk about you two that day, everything is too much, of course I don't mean this matter, just Mind you, kindness is a good thing, but try to keep it within a reasonable range."

Li Miaoyu blinked, "For example?"

"For example, you gave the learning machine to that little girl."

Wei Qingfan said very seriously, "You didn't see the eyes of his grandparents at that time, they almost regarded you as a human trafficker, or suspected that there were drugs hidden in that learning machine... That thing should not be cheap, right?"

Li Miaoyu thought for a while and said, "It's okay."

Wei Qingfan pouted, "You might as well give it to me."

"You can't use it."

Li Miaoyu gave him a blank look, then bit her lips, as if she was aggrieved, and said in a low voice, "I understand what you mean, my parents said it too, but I don't want to change it..."

She immediately smiled, "Don't worry, I'm smart, I won't become a farmer bitten by a snake, and it's not a big deal."

Wei Qingfan nodded and asked, "When are you going home?"

Li Miaoyu looked at his watch and said, "It's already 04:30?"

"Then why don't we go now?"

"Ah."

Neither of them borrowed any books, so they returned the books to their original places, then walked out of the library together, and went home by bus.

Wei Qingfan returned home, ate dinner, and came to the classroom to make up Friday's lessons. Li Miaoyu came a little later, and also silently studied the leftover lessons.

Cao Ze didn't come until the preparatory bell rang again. Wei Qingfan didn't see him for two days, and ignored him, focusing on his own review.

Cao Ze leaned over with obvious guilt and told him that Wei Qingfan had already learned about the homework assigned by the teachers of various subjects from Xie Yao, but he still listened carefully to Cao Ze's lecture.

If there is no accident, the composition competition has come to an end. He didn't expect to win the prize, and continued his ordinary and busy high school life. He didn't know that in the provincial capital hundreds of miles away, there were still people working hard for his eligibility for the award. .

On Monday morning, the award selection team met again. Song Chengye was the person in charge, but he was not in charge of specific affairs, so he came a little later.

Jiang Qifeng then took out the test paper again and asked the teachers to take a look.

A teacher said: "Professor Jiang, we have read the article and it is indeed well written. We all have no objection to this point, and it is not this aspect that we are hesitant about."

Another teacher said: "And this student is from the county..."

When marking the papers, the student information cannot be seen, but when entering the awards, they have already read the candidate information of each test paper.

"What happened to the county town?"

Jiang Qifeng frowned, and said displeasedly, "Who stipulated that students in the county can't win prizes?"

The marking teachers are all from the provincial capital, people are not sages, who can have no selfishness, and in terms of quality, the compositions of the students in the provincial capital are generally better. According to the practice of similar competitions in previous years, most of the prize-winning places are Provincial capital.

Hearing what Jiang Qifeng said, the expressions of many marking teachers were not very good-looking, and no one spoke for a long time.

Jiang Qifeng said: "If there is no objection, then it will be decided. This article will officially enter the awards, and then we can't talk about violations and other things. Only the article is good or bad."

A teacher said, "Don't you wait for Director Song?"

Jiang Qifeng said: "He is not responsible for this, I have the final say."

"It's not that good, is it?"

"What's wrong? Look at this article. I have written articles for decades, but I can't write them..."

Just as he was talking, Song Chengye came in, Jiang Qifeng glanced at him, and sat down without saying a word.

Song Chengye greeted all the teachers with a smile on his face, and some teachers told him about the things.

Song Chengye seemed to have lost his anger, and his attitude was not as firm as yesterday. He smiled and said, "Since this matter has been decided by Team Leader Jiang, let's continue with the awards."

He had quarreled with Jiang Qifeng yesterday because of this matter, but today his attitude changed drastically, and the other teachers were a little surprised.

However, many people have heard what he meant, Jiang Qifeng made the decision, and if there is a mistake in the future, it will naturally be Jiang Qifeng's responsibility.

Jiang Qifeng sneered and said: "Director Song, don't worry, if something really happens, you don't need to put a hat on me, I will take responsibility for it myself."

Song Chengye sighed: "Team Leader Jiang is outrageous when he speaks like this. Everyone is working together to make the game a success. During this period of time, everyone has worked hard and hard. No one wants trouble, let alone Hats off to you."

"I'm upright and I'm not afraid of slanting shadows." Jiang Qifeng heheed.

Song Chengye smiled and said, "Then let's judge the awards."

Nearly 500 students entered the provincial competition, but there were only more than 60 winners in the end.

The competition was organized by the Provincial Education Bureau. Although the college entrance examination cannot be used to add points, some majors can be admitted with reduced points. In many cases, this may be a crucial step to a prestigious school.

There were too many monks and too few porridge, and soon there was a quarrel again. All the teachers wanted to fight for more places for their own schools, but they obviously didn't care about the students who were not from their schools.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing!"

Jiang Qifeng also got a headache from the quarrel, "This is to judge the quality of the articles, not to divide the pigs according to the school... First prize and special prize are judged first!"

The two marking teams quickly took out the articles recommended by each other, Jiang Qifeng flipped through them, and said, "Isn't the article "My Surname" still there?"

……

In the evening, Jiang Qifeng, who barely finished half of the awards work, took the bus back home. His daughter had to study by herself in the evening, so she didn't eat dinner at home.

He ate a bowl of noodles in the downstairs restaurant, then strolled to the bookstore to buy two books, and read them hungrily when he got home. He didn't come back to his senses until his daughter came back.

"Are you back? Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"

Jiang Qifeng is not good at cooking, but he doesn't care about the taste, he is a very considerate daughter.

Jiang Qinghuai shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, and your cooking skills are not as good as mine."

Jiang Qifeng said: "That's fine, if you cook it, cook it for me."

"If you want to eat, just say it~"

Jiang Qinghuai rolled his eyes, put down his schoolbag, and went to the kitchen to cook instant noodles.

She cooked the noodles quickly, and then reheated the leftovers in the refrigerator, and put them on the dining table, where the father and daughter sat opposite each other to eat.

Jiang Qifeng ate his noodles, and seemed to remember something, and said, "The results of the awards are almost over, not yours."

"No, no."

Jiang Qinghuai was not surprised at all, and muttered in a low voice, "Since I was young, when did I win an award when you were a judge?"

"What you wrote is indeed a bit off the mark."

Jiang Qifeng subconsciously wanted to comment and advise, but seeing his daughter's expression seemed unhappy, he held back.

He thought for a while, then thought of a topic, and said: "But there is also good news. There was a composition that was well written, but the surname was written. Those people insisted that it violated the rules. I had to argue for several days to save this article... ..."

He told the story a little proudly, Jiang Qinghuai frowned, and couldn't help but said: "You are already old, why don't you have a long memory? No matter how good the article is, if you want it to win an award, You can also change it in another way, there is no need to offend people like this..."

"Oh, you don't understand this."

Jiang Qifeng waved his hands and said, "People are like this in this society. They can't compromise. As long as there is a little compromise, they will continue to compromise. I just want to draw a clear line with them, and I will definitely not get along with them."

Jiang Qinghuai was dissatisfied and said, "Why did you get along with the same people?"

"As the judges, they only have a few places in their school, isn't it dirty enough?"

After Jiang Qifeng finished speaking, he found that he was a little agitated. He was afraid that his daughter would be angry, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "The title of his composition is "My Surname". The writing is very good, novel, profound, and very thick."

Jiang Qinghuai looked very helpless, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade his father, and he didn't want to quarrel with him, so he calmed down his emotions, smiled and said, "Who can write so well? It's really rare to be praised so much by you." .”

"A student from a small county."

Seeing that his daughter was not angry, Jiang Qifeng seemed quite interested, so he continued to talk, "The beginning of his article is very good, starting from his own surname, the surname is Wei, the reed of Lu Wei, I used to know He had never heard of this surname, so he drew it from here, because he had never heard of a celebrity with the same surname.

"Look at our Jiang surname, we have never lost celebrities since ancient times, like the Jiyang Jiang family and the Huaiyang Jiang family, they were all well-known surnames in ancient times..."

He talked about eighty thousand miles away from the topic, Jiang Qinghuai seemed to have gotten used to it, and listened silently without reminding him.

"His surname Wei doesn't even know the origin. I checked it out, but I couldn't find the exact origin. According to his own composition, it may come from Zhao Dingchen in the Northern Dynasty, because this Zhao Dingchen's name is 'Weixi Weng'... It's all in his writing.

"He extended from here to the origin of the surname, and then came the most important part, which I think is the most exciting part. I recited it, and I will recite it to you. Listen, and compare your gap."

Jiang Qifeng finished eating the noodles, then waved his hands, motioning for his daughter to listen carefully, and began to recite:
"I feel that I have two long lines of blood, one from my father and one from my mother; they also have two long lines of blood, one from their father and one from their mother; Grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents also have two long bloodlines... Such long bloodlines form a huge dense network, which extends against the long river of time to the origin of human civilization.

"In a trance, I seem to see faces along the blood network. They are my ancestors, and their blood flows through my body; I live on the same land as them, look up at the same starry sky, appreciate Looking at the same moon, using the same words..."

Jiang Qinghuai didn't pay attention to it at first, just listening quietly to satisfy his father's desire to express, but after listening, he also became serious.

It seems that it is really well written?

(End of this chapter)