Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Zhou Chujiang was stopped by Lin Nianhe, she said: "Mr. Zhou, don't rush away, there are other things to do."

"Oh, okay!"

Zhou Chujiang sat in the corner, took out his work notes and lay down on the edge of the Kang to write, as if he was really writing a lesson plan.

Lin Nianhe withdrew his gaze and looked at the others.

"Actually, as long as we don't talk outside and the students don't talk nonsense, there will be no major problems." Wang Shumei said, looking at Lin Nianhe, "Who did you borrow the mimeograph from?"

"Sister Shumei is transparent." Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and smiled, "I borrowed the mimeograph from Uncle Wang."

Wang Xue burst out laughing: "With the approval of the leader, what are we afraid of? If something goes wrong, there will be someone tall enough to stand up to it!"

She had a big smile, and not just for the students.

For most educated youths, the hardest thing about going to the countryside is not only to do farm work, but also to have no books for a long time.

If you compare it with the life of later generations, it is probably - no mobile phone, no computer, no entertainment items, and you have to work every day.

Under such conditions of extreme scarcity of spiritual life, even just reminiscing and discussing the colorful knowledge learned before is very precious.

Wang Dong grabbed the stylus on the kang table and held it up high, as if he was really holding a red tasseled gun: "I grew up reading my brother's textbooks at home. If there is any problem, I have already had a problem! For the next generation, for the future, do it!"

Miao Hongqi was a little timid, but she didn't object, she just said, "I'm with everyone."

All she has now is given by the group in front of her, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, she is willing to go together.

Only Wen Lan kept silent.

Lin Nianhe asked her: "Sister Lan, do you have any concerns?"

Wen Lan's eyes were complicated, and she glanced at several people one by one: "I have no objection if you want to change the textbook, but you should give me a textbook first! I haven't seen what the textbook looks like since I became a teacher." , What do you want me to change? What should I change?"

Everyone: "..."

Asking the physical education teachers to change the textbooks is indeed their abruptness.

"Isn't this...you have to respect every teacher's opinion..." Lin Nianhe laughed dryly, and moved to the corner of the wall while laughing.

Wen Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Girl, you'll be wasting your time."

As she said that, she was about to get up, and wanted to go back to the house to make a small fortune.

Lin Nianhe stopped her too, and said, "Since the opinions are unified, then I will talk about the difficulties—"

She picked up the stencil and stylus, and said with some embarrassment: "You need to engrave stencils to print textbooks. I tried this afternoon and failed."

Everyone was silent, even Zhou Chujiang, who had been immersed in writing lesson plans, raised his head.

Lin Nianhe asked expectantly, "Which one of you will?"

"This chatter..."

"You won't, we haven't touched it either!"

"It's the teacher's job to engrave stencils. Where have we ever done it?"

Lin Nianhe: "Okay, a problem has arisen, let's overcome it."

The reason why a problem is called a problem means that it is not so easy to be solved.

Everyone took turns trying to carve stencils.

Wen Lan was impatient, and was the first to pick up the stylus.

If it wasn't for everyone's quick stop, she would have poked out the stylus.

Without certain experience, it is really impossible to do this job. Everyone worked together for almost an hour, but no one could write a complete word.

The more they can't write, the more they don't want to give up, especially every time they feel that they are only a little bit short, they always feel that it is almost done, and then they are ruined by a certain stroke.

that taste...

They also want to stick out the stylus.

"Hey, what are you guys doing together? Don't you want to eat?"

The door was directly pushed open, and Yu Xiangqin walked in with her hips crossed, cursing habitually: "How come everyone is so meritorious? Someone has to come over to invite you to eat a meal, so I'll bring it right in front of your eyes and feed it to you?"

"That's not the case." Lin Nianhe replied, stretching with tired eyes.

Seeing them getting together, Yu Xiangqin was also a little curious, and leaned over to take a look: "Yo, what are you doing to make wax paper so bad? Do you have a grudge against it?"

"The village primary school wants to print papers. No, we don't know how to carve wax paper. We are practicing." Wang Xue replied.

"Tsk, a bunch of iron waste, what's so difficult about this thing?" Yu Xiangqin rolled her eyes, snatched the stylus from Wang Dong's hand, and wrote a few words on the wax paper.

Iron trash: "...!"

Yu Xiangqin threw the stylus away and asked, "Do you understand?"

Iron waste: "No."

Yu Xiangqin: "..."

She waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, let's eat first, and I'll teach you after eating."

Yu Xiangqin was good at writing when she was in high school, and her head teacher was an old lady with poor eyesight and lack of energy, so Yu Xiangqin was given the job of engraving stencils.

Yu Xiangqin said: "This job is simple, just write two more characters and it will be done. I will teach you later, it will take half an hour at most, and it will definitely be done."

after an hour--

Yu Xiangqin's furious roar resounded throughout the Ten Miles Brigade: "Did your claws just grow out, or are your webs indistinguishable? Put a steamed bun on wax paper and a dog can learn it. Calling you iron waste is flattering you!"

All the iron bastards raised their heads and looked at their feet, and they were scolded seriously one by one, not daring to speak back.

Anyone who has taught a child to do homework will probably have the urge to do homework for him, but it cannot be done for educational reasons.

Yu Xiangqin didn't have this concern, and directly did it for her, engraving the eight ancient poems on the wax paper in an orderly manner.

Looking at her beautiful handwriting, Lin Nianhe suddenly had a flash of inspiration, squeezed his throat and called out in the softest voice: "Sister Xiangqin."

Yu Xiangqin frowned and glanced at her: "Are you stupefied?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and returned to his normal voice: "Sister Xiangqin, how about I get you a job as a logistics teacher? From now on, you will be in charge of engraving stencils and printing things."

Yu Xiangqin's eyes lit up: "What kind of treatment?"

"It's probably the treatment of private teachers." Lin Nianhe didn't dare to say anything.

"Ten work points a day and five yuan a month?" Yu Xiangqin's eyes were exceptionally bright, "If you can do it, you must be able to do it! Just a little work, no problem!"

Lin Nianhe was afraid that she might have concerns, so he told Yu Xiangqin that they were printing new textbooks, and emphasized that this job was not easy at all.

Yu Xiangqin didn't care, and waved her hand: "Just give me the money!"

Lin Nianhe: "Alright, I'll go find Uncle Feng tomorrow."

Don't panic when you encounter problems, there will always be a solution.

At noon the next day, Lin Nianhe rode his bicycle straight to the commune after eating a bun.

Seeing Feng Yuanshan, Lin Nianhe didn't directly say why he came, but asked: "Uncle Feng, how are the chicken coops in each school? Our chickens lay eggs every day, and the students can eat eggs every day!"

As soon as the chicken coop was mentioned, Feng Yuanshan suddenly burst into laughter: "Xiaolin, I must thank you on behalf of the students in Quanlan County when talking about this! You have helped everyone solve a big problem! Now not only the students can eat eggs , Some schools can even sell eggs to supply and marketing cooperatives, which has greatly alleviated the problem of insufficient teaching funds!"

Lin Nianhe smiled like a flower.

Just thank you.