Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 45 This Word...Spicy Eyes
Director Yu asked Li Feng to send He Ping away first, and asked He Ping to go to the Cultural Bureau to meet with him in detail the day after tomorrow. When He Ping saw Director Yu's look of "being busy with something", he was happy and didn't say any more.

Everyone at the symposium also left the cultural center in disgrace, leaving Teacher Wang Changtian alone to face Yu Zhiyong, director of the Cultural Bureau, with an uncertain future.

This symposium can be said to be anticlimactic, how arrogant it was at the beginning, how tragic the ending was, didn't you see that everyone in charge was detained.

At the gate of the Cultural Center, He Ping saw an old man smiling at him, and he subconsciously felt that the old man was not a good person, and he seemed to have no good intentions.

"This is our curator Wu." Li Feng introduced from the side.

It turned out to be the curator of the cultural center. Could it be that he was with Wang Changtian and the others?What is the cause of my inexplicable hostility?

"Hello, Director Wu."

Wu Guanyou was still smiling, "How are you, Comrade He Ping!"

"You know me?" He Ping asked in surprise.

"I know you. From today on, you will be a celebrity in our Pingxian literary circle."

What does the old man mean? The more he looks, the less he looks like a good person.

"Director Yu asked me to see off Comrade He Ping." Li Feng explained to Wu Guanyou.

"Go, go, hehe."

"Is there anything wrong with this old man?" He Ping asked Li Feng after walking a long way.

"Curator Wu is a very nice person. He is the one who invited you to the symposium this time."

Fuck|Trough, I said why I feel stagnant when I see this old man. It turns out that you are the mastermind behind the scenes.

He Ping can figure it out with his ass, the old man definitely has no good intentions to invite himself.

Bad old man, very bad!
Li Feng sent He Ping out of the gate of the cultural center, and the two said goodbye.

Li Feng hesitated to speak, and finally summoned up his courage to say: "He Ping, don't take what they said at the symposium to heart, I think your novel is very well written."

He Ping knew that Li Feng had always been hostile to him because of Mao Chunhua's affairs, so he said such words today to comfort He Ping, which made He Ping a little surprised by Li Feng's performance, and also had a little more understanding and admiration for his character.

He Ping patted Li Feng's shoulder, and said with a relieved smile, "Thank you."

The symposium ended at noon, and He Ping went to the department store to scan around.It's autumn, I have to buy a set of thick clothes for my son, and buy some delicious food by the way, two large cans of yellow peaches, looking at the thief's appetite.

With an acquaintance like Liu Aixia around, shopping in the department store is indeed much more convenient. The relational society of later generations in Northeast China probably formed little by little at this time.

After coming out of the department store, I went to the vegetable market and bought a piece of pork belly. In the evening, I made a stewed pork belly with kidney beans and potatoes.

It was only 1:[-] p.m. after shopping. He Ping rode his bicycle and walked slowly towards Hantun. It was rare for him to be leisurely today. He went to the primary school to pick up his son from school.

When I bought a bicycle before, I thought very well, and I would take my son to and from school every day, but later I found out that there are no parents who pick up and drop off their children in this day and age.

He Ping picked him up and dropped him off for two days, standing at the gate of the school like a firefly in the dark and attracting everyone's attention. In addition, he was too busy with the autumn harvest, so he didn't pick up Xiaozhu'er from school anymore.

When we arrived at Dingtun Elementary School, it was still early before school ended, so He Ping walked to the office.

There is no one there, and the teachers should all be in the classroom. There are six grades in the entire elementary school, one class for each grade, and only four teachers. How can it be possible to spend time in the office.

He Ping leaned over the glass and looked into the classroom. He wanted to find out which row Xiao Zhuer was sitting in, but he saw a few tall children at the back of the classroom lying on the long stools and writing seriously.

He Ping felt a little bit unbearable when he saw it, the conditions in the school were too bad.

There is a saying that no matter how hard it is, children cannot suffer, and no matter how poor they are, education cannot be poor.

He Ping half agrees with the first half of the sentence. Under the condition that the child’s basic material conditions are met, food, clothing and nutrition are sufficient, it is beneficial for the child to suffer a little bit; He Ping agrees with the second half of the sentence. The foundation of a strong country is education, and everyone understands the truth that a strong youth makes a country strong.

We should think of a way.

This is the second time that He Ping had such an idea since he sent Xiao Zhu'er to school last time.

The principal who was giving self-study to the students saw He Ping through the window, and greeted the students after explaining that the students were not allowed to speak during the self-study.

"Writer He, why are you here?"

"You can just call me He Ping. I have a meeting in the county today, come back early, and come pick up the children."

"Oh, then we have to wait for an hour, and school ends at four o'clock."

"Don't worry. By the way, how is Xiao Zhu'er studying recently?" He Ping asked with concern.

"Last time, I got over [-] points in the Chinese and Mathematics quiz, which is pretty good. Parents, don't worry about it."

The headmaster's words made He Ping blush a little. He didn't bother. If he said that he made arrangements for Xiao Zhu'er clearly in life, but he really didn't care about his studies.

"It's still your teacher who teaches well. I think the desks and chairs are not enough."

Speaking of this incident, the gully on the principal's face deepened, "There is no way. When it was buzzing, it was smashed and burned by the school's desks, chairs and teaching aids. Goods, make do with it. Our teacher Wang knows how to do carpentry, and we will buy two sets when he is free. The main reason is that there have been a lot more new students in the past two years than before. As you know, it has not been two years since the school resumed teaching. All nervous."

He Ping nodded knowingly, and didn't speak any more. He thought of Yu Zhiyong he met today, and maybe he could think of a way.

After a few polite words with He Ping, the principal went back to the classroom to urge the students to go to self-study.

Wait until four o'clock, school is over.

Xiao Zhuer was the first to rush out of the classroom and ran towards He Ping excitedly.

"Slow down." He Ping rubbed Xiao Zhu'er's head, "How was the class today? Does the teacher know everything?"

"meeting."

"Dad bought you a big can today, and will cook meat for you at home tonight."

When Xiao Zhuer heard the grinning boss, he thought about a sumptuous dinner.

When he got home, He Ping asked Xiao Zhuer to do his homework first, and he went to cook for dinner.

As the aroma of stewed pork belly with rice, kidney beans and potatoes slowly wafted away, Xiao Zhu'er didn't have the heart to do her homework anymore. Standing in front of the pot, her eyes were shining brightly, and she let out a huff.

"Little glutton!" He Ping cursed with a smile, "Come here and light the fire."

Xiao Zhuer took over the corn pole to solve the old father's problems.

After a while, the food was ready, and the steaming stew was served on the edge of the kang, and the father and son competed to see who ate more.

After the meal, the father and son lay on the kang together and patted their round bellies.

He Ping patted Xiao Zhu'er's belly, "You can't eat so much anymore, you have a small belly at a young age."

Xiao Zhu'er didn't say anything, the child was right in his mind, everything you said was right, but I just didn't change it.

After digesting, He Ping brought Xiao Zhu'er's homework over. Today's conversation with the principal made him a little ashamed, and he didn't fulfill his responsibility as a good father.

He decided to correct his son's homework.

"Hiss!" He Ping flipped through Xiao Zhu'er's notebook, "The word you..."

Xiao Zhu'er was waiting expectantly for the praise from his old father, "It's like rubbing pepper water... It's a bit spicy for the eyes!"

He Ping has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, not to mention his accomplishments, but his handwriting is quite beautiful.

But Xiaozhu'er's handwriting gave He Ping a headache. It seems that letting his son practice handwriting must be put on the agenda.

Not being praised by his old father made Xiao Zhu'er a little disappointed.

Seeing this, He Ping took out the clothes and canned food he bought for Xiao Zhu'er, "Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Xiaozhu's originally disappointed face, and he had new clothes and delicious food.

　Thanks to Yutouwan and book friend 20181114094014449 for their rewards.

　　"Chapter 43 Teachers' Criticism" is being revised in violation of regulations, and I am deeply sorry for affecting the reading experience of readers.

　　
　
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