Reading: Beginning as the Dean of the Academy

Chapter 47 Inheritance (reward plus more)
Beijing!

A funeral home.

An old man's funeral is held here.

The old man's body was surrounded by flowers, with a satisfied smile on his face. The old man's right hand was placed flat on the lower side of his left chest, and a red badge was shining brightly on his chest.

Not many people attended the funeral. The old man had no children and most of his relatives were also old.

Li Zhenshan stood in front of the coffin with remorse in his eyes.

He never imagined that less than an hour after he handed the badge to his old friend, his old friend passed away peacefully.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Qu's body functions have actually failed a long time ago. The reason why he can survive until now is because he took a breath, but now that he has let it go, he is gone."

This is what the doctor told me.

"Old Qu, you really know how to act. You said you were just a little regretful. I don't know how unwilling you are. If I don't get your badge back, you probably won't want to leave."

Li Zhenshan pursed his lips, looked at his friend for many years, and thought of the scene of swearing an oath with his old friend.

The doctor in charge of Mr. Li's health nearby was very worried, for fear that the old man would be too emotional and cause problems. The person in charge of the funeral home who was standing not far away was also trembling.

Their funeral home is just an ordinary funeral home, and they usually undertake the funerals of ordinary people. How could they have expected that Mr. Li would appear in the funeral home.

"Curator, what is the identity of the old man? Even Mr. Li is here. If he is a big shot, he shouldn't come to our funeral home."

"If you ask me, I'll ask who to go to. In short, tell me to go on and make no mistakes. Also, explain to the crematorium, don't ask for money stupidly."

Zhang Chengsheng is the director of the funeral home, and he is very clear about some ways to make money in the funeral home, especially the cremation room, which will ask for a red envelope, commonly known as the selection fee.

After the corpse is cremated, not all of it will be turned into ashes, but there will be some larger bones that need to be processed and ground.

Picking up the bones and ashes of the dead is a wicked thing in the eyes of most people. For example, picking up the bones after moving the grave is done by relatives themselves, and outsiders will not do it.

Therefore, in the eyes of many families of the deceased, it is understandable for the master who picks the ashes to ask for a red envelope.

"Old Qu, according to your last wish, all the more than 3 yuan you saved over the years were donated to poor children in the western mountainous area. You really came naked and left naked."

Li Zhenshan murmured for a while, feeling a little lack of energy, the Li family hurriedly supported the old man to rest aside, and then the funeral parlor came on stage.

As the director of the funeral home, how could Zhang Chengsheng let go of the opportunity to show his face in front of the Li family, and acted as a cart pusher himself, and pushed the cart to the crematorium together with Li Zian and several other descendants of the Li family.

"Elder Qu is an old organization, right? Elder Qu's death is another major loss for our organization. Each of these older generations is a precious asset of my organization."

Zhang Chengsheng looked at the red badge in front of Old Qu, deliberately looking for a topic.

"Curator Zhang also joined the organization?"

"Well, I joined the organization eight years ago. I am ashamed to say that I have always felt that I have failed the organization's cultivation these years."

Zhang Chengsheng pulled off his work jacket, revealing the red badge pinned to his suit.

After looking at Qu Lao's body, he deliberately found it by rummaging through boxes and cabinets, just for this moment.

"Director Zhang, don't underestimate yourself. Anyone who can play a role in any position is to serve the people."

"Yes, yes, what Li Shao said is right."

Zhang Chengsheng had an expression of approval on his face, but he didn't care about it in his heart. You two generations don't hurt your back when you stand and talk, your road of life has been laid long ago.

As the curator, this is the first time for Zhang Chengsheng to push the cart of the coffin for someone. He is not very skilled in his movements. He accidentally slipped his foot, and in panic, his hands subconsciously helped the coffin.

hiss!
There was a tingling pain in his hand, but Zhang Chengsheng couldn't care less at the moment, and quickly apologized: "Young Master Li, no... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Director Zhang just pay more attention next time." Li Zian frowned, but didn't say anything. After all, it was an accident, and Zhang Chengsheng couldn't be blamed.

After apologizing, Zhang Chengsheng peeked at his fingertips, there was a tiny red spot there, he wondered how the wound came about, was he pricked by something?

What he didn't notice was that there was a streak of blood on the badge pin on Qu Lao's chest.

……

Qu Lao's body was pushed in front of the cremation furnace. Seeing Li Zian's solemn expression, Zhang Chengsheng also said in a low voice: "Qu Lao, you leave with peace of mind. Our younger generations will learn from your spirit and dedicate to the organization and the people." lifetime."

People are kind by nature, and Zhang Chengsheng didn't just say this to please the Li family around him. To be honest, when he was admitted to the organization after graduating from university, he also had ambitions and a heart of dedication.

It should be noted that when Ling Yunzhi was young, he was once the best in the world.

It's just that my ambitions have been obliterated by reality, and I have long forgotten my original intentions back then.

Sometimes Zhang Chengsheng thought in his heart, if he was born in a family like the Li family, he would definitely be a person who is loyal to the organization.

Because as long as you do good things and do the right thing, you don’t need to worry about other things, and you don’t need to worry about your own progress.

Zhang Chengsheng watched Qu Lao's body enter the cremation furnace and did not leave. Instead, he stood outside and waited. However, he did not notice that a few minutes later, the red badge inside his coat was faintly shining.

Inside the cremation furnace, there was a ray of light invisible to the naked eye, which fell on the badge on his chest.

With the red badge shining, Zhang Chengsheng was shocked to find that many pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.

……

Torrential rain poured down, and flash floods raged.

"Secretary, I really can't go there. This mountain torrent will come at some point."

In the torrential rain, a group of people were wearing raincoats, looking at the road down the mountain ahead, the expression of the leader fluctuated.

"If you don't go, when the mountain torrents come down, all the tens of thousands of catties of shiitake mushrooms will be destroyed. This is the entire income of our village this year."

The branch secretary was hesitant. Tens of thousands of catties of shiitake mushrooms were collectively planted in the village and placed on mushroom racks.

"Secretary, maybe this mountain torrent doesn't go there. There have been mountain torrents in the past, didn't they all go there?"

"Fart, has there been such a heavy rain before?"

The branch secretary cursed, and was about to set off with a flashlight, but a man in a raincoat was one step ahead of him.

"Qu Simin, what are you doing!"

"Secretary, I'm good at water and I'm familiar with the road, let me move those mushrooms to another place."

"You're messing around, come back to me, and no one can turn you when it's your turn."

"Why is it not my turn?" The man grinned, "Secretary, don't forget, I used to be a member of the organization."

"That was once, you..."

"One day is, then life is."

Qu Simin's tone was very firm, although his face could not be seen in the dark, but his resolute expression could be imagined.

After leaving this sentence, Qu Simin carried the hoe, turned off the flashlight, and walked forward in the dark. He wanted to save every penny of electricity, and needed lighting when he reached the mushroom rack.

"Secretary, Qu Simin is organized, why haven't I heard him say that?"

"You know what a fart." The branch secretary cursed, looked at Qu Simin's leaving back, and wiped his eyes.

……

In the west, in a remote mountainous area, in a certain elementary school.

"Old Qu, our school has a quota. We decided at a meeting to give you this quota. You have also taught at the school for more than ten years."

"What are you doing for me? Half of my foot is buried in the ground. What's the use of this?"

"You, you... have no children. Now that we have the establishment, won't we have a place to retire in the future?"

"I don't need it. Give this spot to Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang has taught in our school for four years and is very responsible. He needs this spot more than I do."

"Can this quota be changed? It's only for you, Old Qu. If you really want to change Teacher Wang, you will lose this opportunity."

"Mr. Wang's teaching is good, but his other hardware requirements are not up to standard. Now that the reform has been carried out, he has not passed the teacher qualification examination. This is one of them."

"Why not? Are those who have passed the teacher qualification examination willing to come to our school? In the past few years, I have seen Xiao Wang's dedication. He is definitely qualified for this quota."

"You, you, Lao Qu, don't tell me that. You go to the education committee, go to the leader, and see if they will agree."

"Okay, I'll ask."

Qu Simin walked out of the principal's room and returned to the teacher's office. In the office, a young man wearing glasses was writing a lesson plan. Because of the cold, he stopped and rubbed his hands from time to time.

"Xiao Wang, it's almost a holiday, are you still busy?"

"Teacher Qu, it's because the holiday is coming soon, and our school doesn't have any homework for the winter vacation. I want to come up with some questions myself, and then print them out for the students to take home for the winter vacation."

Qu Simin nodded, without saying anything, turned around and took out an address book from the drawer, holding an old blue-screen mobile phone, and dialed a phone number that he hadn't called in many years.

"Old Li...it's me, I'm not dead yet, let me ask you, does it matter if you talk now..."

……

North, a certain city.

"Uncle Qu, why are you going out before dawn every day? The virus is so serious now, so don't wander around."

"I know."

The old man walked out of the community with a shovel, and soon came to the outside of a hotel.

It was daylight, and there was a thin layer of frost on the ground. The old man took a shovel and quickly cleared the frost on the road. By dawn, the roadside had just been cleared.

Appeal!
The tired old man sat on a flower bed on one side, and at this moment a group of people in isolation medical uniforms came out of the hotel and walked towards a hospital not far away.

Even some doctors and nurses are bouncing around to express their new vitality for a new day.

Seeing these people enter the hospital safely, the old man smiled and walked home with a shovel.

……

Fragments emerged in Zhang Chengsheng's mind, and at the end of each fragment, a red badge appeared on the back of the old man.

"I... am ashamed of it."

Zhang Chengsheng's eyes were slightly red, and he stroked the badge on his chest with his hands. For the first time, he felt that this badge was so sacred.

"Old Qu, thank you for teaching me a lesson, and you've made it all the way."

Zhang Chengsheng bowed deeply in the direction of the cremation furnace, and Li Zian looked at him with some doubts. For some reason, he felt that Zhang Chengsheng at this moment was a little different from before.

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