1983: From Land Sharing to Household Ownership

Not long after the school holiday, the gate of No. 1 Middle School in the county town, which had always been closed these days, is open today.

Many parents take their children, in and out, in a hurry.

Obviously, these are all preparing for their children to transfer to the third year of high school or third year of junior high school.

This year's transfer students, is a very normal situation.

As long as you study well and keep up, it is easy to skip grades and transfer classes.

However, in Tea City, that was the situation before this year.

Anything, as long as the competition is fierce, becomes difficult.

For example, there are hundreds of parents here, who originally wanted to bring their children to study, but now the No. 1 Middle School can only arrange 30 people per grade.

The admission rate of hundreds of people will not exceed 10%, that is, it is completely different from previous years.

"Brother Aqiang, go over there! Our house is in the first dormitory building in the east."

Everyone came to Tea City No. 1 Middle School, slowed down their horses, and entered the huge school gate. Yang Xiaoyue raised her small hand and pointed in one direction.

She hadn't ridden in a long time and was excited now.

Wang Qiang is now carrying a large basket of fruits in one hand. Obviously, it is not easy to sign up directly. He has to put his things down first.

After another five minutes or so, everyone came to a building next to a large fence on the east side.

This is one of two dormitory buildings where faculty and staff live.

"My parents should be at home at this time."

As soon as everyone dismounted, Yang Xiaoyue said, "This time, the vice-principal and logistics director is in charge of recruiting. My father just explained the matter."

"Oh."

Wang Qiang agreed casually and looked up at this relatively old school building.

County No. 1 Middle School is also in the process of construction, but it is building two new teaching buildings and an office building, as well as expanding the school's playground.

Wang Qiang saw that the orchard in the southeast, which was originally purchased by No. 1 Middle School of Tea City, had been bought by No. 1 Middle School.

In fact, it is not bought, but directly collected by the county, and then allocated to the first middle school.

That piece of orchard, with more than sixty acres of land, is not too small.

The buildings and playgrounds that are newly built today are all planned in that area.

Tea City is the county seat in the Yuecheng area, and there is no place that attaches the most importance to education.

In particular, Director Xiao, who was born and raised in the tea city, really wanted to make the tea city well.

And education is the foundation of a place, it is the first priority, and it is more important than anything else.

For the past decade or so, at least a few of them have been admitted to the top four domestic universities in Chacheng every year.

In Wang Qiang's company, there are also several managers who graduated from the four famous universities.

Sisters He Lizhen, He Liping, Mo Xiaoyong, Meng Jian.

However, they had bad luck before. After graduation, due to various reasons, they were forced to return to the tea city.

However, this is not necessarily a lucky thing.

Because they met Wang Qiang, who was a coward and possessed the appraisal technique, they were promoted at once.

What's more, Wang Qiang's company's future is immeasurable, and it may not be worse than the best company in the country.

In Wang Qiang's memory of later generations, in the 21st century, there will be a local person in charge of the tea city, which will raise education to an unprecedented level.

During his tenure in office, the number of students admitted to the top four domestic universities in Chacheng soared, and one county overtook Yuecheng, a city with millions of people!

"Brother Aqiang, our house lives at No. 401, let's go up quickly."

Yang Xiaoyue held the twin girls one by one, jumping in front of them, and turned around and said to Wang Qiang, who was still looking at County No. 1 Middle School.

"Oh, here we go!"

Wang Qiang came back to his senses, complied, patted Gale's big head, and told it to look at the other four mutant horses, carrying a big fruit basket, followed behind everyone, and started to go upstairs.

After a while, everyone came to the door of No. 401. Yang Xiaoyue didn't knock on the door, she took out the key and opened the door.

"Xiaoyue, have you and your sister found Wang Qiang?"

Principal Yang Duofang heard the door open, looked up and found that his daughter had returned, so he immediately asked.

Asking his daughter to inform Wang Qiang was something he explained early in the morning.

A year later, he has not forgotten what Wang Qiang mentioned to him about letting a few younger sisters study at No. 1 Middle School.

He knew the horror of those four girls.

Each of them has a talent that is almost unforgettable, which is very helpful for reading.

There are four more students from famous universities for Tea City, and his face is bright.

What's more, his father and Wang Qiang's father were both colleagues and friends, so he had the responsibility to take care of the old friend's children, although Wang Qiang didn't need anyone to take care of him now.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Wang Qiang's siblings who came in behind his daughter, and immediately got up and said with a smile, "Aqiang, you are here!"

"Please sit down!"

"Uncle here, it's a little rough, please don't mind."

Indeed, compared with Wang Qiang, his status doesn't have any advantage now, but Wang Qiang is now valued by Director Yuecheng Peng, and his status is already higher than him, enough to have an equal dialogue with him.

"Uncle Yang, Auntie, we're here to disturb you today. Here are some fruits and tea leaves from the family. I'll give you a taste. It should be better than this time last year."

Wang Qiang hurriedly handed the big bamboo basket in the book to Yang Xiaoyue's mother beside him, and said straight.

"This... Ah Qiang, come as soon as you come, what gift do you bring!"

Yang Xiaoyue's mother took the large bamboo basket that weighed dozens of kilograms and said politely, "He just finished drinking the tea you gave to Lao Yang last year and is waiting for your big shopping mall to open in a few days, so he will go immediately. bought."

"He was still nagging this morning. I didn't expect that you brought such a big box, enough for him to drink until this time next year."

Yang Duofang's favorite is this sip of clear tea. After drinking the Qingshen tea produced by Wang Qiang's family, he really can't drink other teas.

Unexpectedly, Wang Qiang brought another big box, just to continue.

"Aqiang, it's already eleven o'clock. Now I'll take you brothers and sisters to finish the registration."

"Otherwise, we have to wait until the afternoon."

Yang Duofang said, "This year, the number of people who signed up for the third year of junior high school has soared by more than ten times, and the number of places is limited. At 4:30 in the afternoon, the registration time will be closed. Let's go to do business first, and then come back for lunch. "

"This is good!"

Wang Qiang originally meant this, and immediately agreed.

It is the top priority to help my sisters and the others to register their names as soon as possible.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, if something happens, it will be terrible.

Although I asked my sister to come to Chacheng No. 1 Middle School to study, I just need to talk to Director Xiao.

But that kind of favor is not what Wang Qiang wants to owe.

That kind of human affection will be difficult to repay in the future, and it will also cause some things that I don't want to see.

For example, what if Director Xiao introduces himself to someone again?

As long as you owe a favor, it's not easy to refuse directly.

That would undoubtedly be a big hassle.

Don't say no!

He knew very well that not only Director Xiao in the county, but also Director Peng in the city tried every means to completely bind Wang Qiang to Chacheng and Yuecheng.

There is no better way than to let Wang Qiang start a family as soon as possible.

At that time, Wang Qiang probably didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.