Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Like a child who has done something wrong, Principal Wu smiled at Lin Nianhe with a stylus in his hand: "I'm not...cough cough, it's nothing wrong, I don't have a fever, I just cough twice, I just have a cold."

She carefully put the stylus away and continued, "I don't want to carve the stencils as soon as possible, so that I can teach the students more... Cough cough cough..."

Lin Nianhe looked at her with helplessness.

Talking at night while holding candles, President Wu and Lin Nianhe "conspired" for a big event.

If the teaching materials are not good, then they will abandon the teaching materials and teach students the real content knowledge with reference to the teaching materials ten years ago.

This is undoubtedly very risky, Lin Nianhe wouldn't have dared to do such a thing if he didn't know that the night was coming to an end.

Of course, their daring to do this is also inseparable from Wang Xiao and Feng Yuanshan's attitude towards education.

Needless to say, Feng Yuanshan, Wang Xiao...

The mimeograph was borrowed from him, and the wax paper and printing paper were also approved by him.

Is he the leader?No, an accomplice!
Lin Nianhe is confident that as long as she revitalizes the textile factory and revitalizes Lan County's economy, he will dare to fan her when she goes to Wang Xiao's house to print the bible.

From the moment Lin Nianhe moved the mimeograph machine out of the commune yesterday, Wang Xiaoyu was somehow dragged onto the bandit boat.

Lin Nianhe filled Principal Wu's tea mug with some hot water, then grabbed the stylus and wax paper, and even took away the iron plate on the table.

She flicked her braids: "Don't go to the mimeograph machine for your coughing problem. The ink smells strong and it's too uncomfortable to choke. There are so many of us, how can we not handle these?"

"Nianhe..."

"You have to take the helm," Lin Nianhe looked at her and smiled, "The future is long, you can't fall down."

Principal Wu really wanted to struggle again, but he knew that he would definitely not be able to beat Lin Nianhe, so he could only lie down resignedly to his fate, and waved to her: "Go ahead, I'll sleep for a while."

"Okay," Lin Nianhe said, "Sister Lirong brought you the cold medicine. It's prescribed by the provincial capital. Remember to take it."

"understood."

After Lin Nianhe left, Principal Wu sat up after lying down for a while, and picked up the paper bag.

The dosage is written on it, one tablet at a time, three times a day.

Without hesitation, she took two pills and swallowed them.

She needs to get better soon.

Lin Nianhe returned to the first grade office with his things. This session was physical education class. The students were led by Wen Lan to run on the playground, and the classroom was very quiet.

She looked at the wax paper and stylus with a slight frown, her face full of sadness.

The operation of the mimeograph machine is entirely manual. You have to use a stylus to carve out the printing content on the wax paper, and then use ink to print one by one.

This job is easy to say, but it is too difficult to do.When engraving stencils, one stroke cannot be wrong, and if there is a slight omission, the stencils will be scratched, and ink spots will be left when printing; printing is also very particular, the ink should not be too much or too little, and the strength should not be too large or too small , Not to mention the effort, it is still a technical job.

Lin Nianhe really doesn't know how to do this job.Not only can she not do it, she had never even seen a mimeograph before yesterday.

After struggling for a moment, she bit the bullet and picked up the cold stylus.

The first stroke, light, the wax paper did not break.

The second time I wrote the first stroke, it was light again, leaving only a whitish pen mark on the wax paper.

The third time I wrote the first stroke—beautiful, scratched, and a triangular opening was torn.

Instead of throwing the stencil away, she continued to practice.

Another first stroke, heavy again;
Come on, take it easy...

continue……

10 minutes later--

"Let me chop corn!"

Two 10 minutes later—

"Really always respond to things, really always get nature; always respond to always be quiet, always be quiet..."

Three 10 minutes later—

"..."

Four 10 minutes later—

"This pen beats me."

"This paper also beats me."

"It seems that this mimeograph should never have been invented."

The first-grade students looked at their nagging teacher Lin and agreed to ask Niu Wa to care about her.

As the hope of the whole class, Niu Wa dug out a piece of fruit candy specially reserved for Lin Nianhe from her schoolbag and walked to her: "Teacher Hehe, eat candy."

Lin Nianhe rubbed his sore neck, raised his head and forced a smile at him: "I won't eat it, you can keep it."

Niuwa blinked her eyes, poked her head to look at the paper in her hand, and then... the little guy was also silent.

This piece of wax paper has indeed gone through undeserved hardships. On a piece of paper, the complete characters can be counted on one hand, and there are as many holes as sesame seeds on a sesame seed cake.

Niuwa didn't know what Lin Nianhe was doing, but his intuition told him that sister Hehe must be in big trouble.

He persuaded: "Teacher Hehe, take a rest and do it again. Didn't you say that when you can't do one thing well, you can do something else. It's easier to be inspired when you change your mood."

Lin Nianhe sighed softly, and put down the hot stylus.

She really couldn't go on anymore - the next period was her class.

The matter of engraving stencils has always lingered in Lin Nianhe's mind. There is no way, Principal Wu is not in good health, so she would never dare to entrust this laborious work to Principal Wu.

After school, she returned to the educated youth spot with a stack of wax paper and a cardboard stylus.

Wang Shumei looked at the things she was carrying, and couldn't help but "hey", and asked, "I just remembered, what are you doing with a mimeograph?"

Lin Nianhe was a little shy, and replied lazily: "I'm printing something."

"Printing papers?" Wang Xue answered, "Then there is no need to bring the mimeograph back."

The elementary schools and some middle and high schools in the commune do not have mimeographs, and they have to borrow from the commune to print anything. Their village primary school is the first elementary school in the commune to have mimeographs.

Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and said, "Go, go back to the meeting!"

You can hide the textbook revision from others, but you can't hide it from the teacher.

Wang Shumei donated her house and called Wang Dong and Zhou Chujiang over.

Lin Nianhe stood in the house, walked two steps back and forth, and said: "The students in our village are not well-off, and each family has to tighten their belts to save money for school. I think we, as teachers, have an obligation Teach them more knowledge, so I suggested to President Wu to adjust the teaching content with reference to the textbooks ten years ago."

After hearing this, everyone's eyes widened.

Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and said, "This matter is my idea and has nothing to do with Principal Wu. If there is anything, I will take care of it alone."

No one else spoke, Zhou Chujiang stood up, staring at Lin Nianhe: "Mr. Lin, do you know that if you are... you will be in big trouble!"

Lin Nianhe didn't change his face: "I know, so if you have any comments or concerns, the textbooks you use can remain unchanged, I understand."

Others still didn't speak, but Zhou Chujiang made a move that shocked everyone's jaws.

He patted his chest and grinned confidently: "I'm not afraid. I have long felt that the current textbooks are a bunch of nonsense! How can it be possible to cultivate writers and poets of the new era with such texts? Just go back and write a new lesson plan!"

He rubbed his hands and was about to rush out.

Lin Nianhe was shocked.

Ever since Zhou Chujiang was rejected by her one after another, he seemed to have become transparent. He ate and slept every day after class, and he didn't even recite poetry.

She never expected that the first person to stand up and support this "education reform" would be him.