Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 47 The Primary School Added New Tables and Chairs

He Ping doesn't know why driving a donkey cart can drive away the feeling of speeding.

The old captain in a good mood even sang Errenzhuan, "It's the New Year in the first month, the first day of the new year~"

Seeing the usually unsmiling old captain beaming with joy, He Ping was amused and moved at the same time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a donkey cart and a mule cart drove into the gate of Dingtun Primary School.

It was the break between classes, and the dirt playground was full of children laughing and playing, full of vitality.

Seeing two cars driving in, the children surrounded them curiously.

The car stopped, He Ping jumped out and went straight to the teachers' offices.

Before He Ping could enter the door, the principal had already come out to greet him. The school is so big that you can see the end at a glance, so how could the teachers not see the two cars coming in full of things.

"Writer He, what are you?"

"Principal Wang, I have brought you tables and chairs."

Principal Wang asked with question marks all over his face, "Where did you get this?"

"The Cultural Bureau donated it to our elementary school. I reported to the Cultural Bureau in the morning, and when I was chatting with Director Yu of the Cultural Bureau, I told Director Yu about the lack of tables, chairs and benches in our elementary school. It happened that the county library had a batch of desks and chairs to be eliminated. Donate it to our primary school!" He Ping explained.

Principal Wang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and shook He Ping's hand, "Oh, Writer He, thank you so much."

I said what's wrong with you all, you want to shake people up when you're happy.

"I have to thank Director Yu and the comrades in the library for this matter. I just helped to say a few words." He Ping said modestly.

"Thank you all, thank you all, I am deeply grateful for everyone's help to our elementary school, and I bow to you on behalf of all the teachers and students of our school."

After speaking, there was a big ninety-degree bow, and the head almost touched the ground.

"If you can't help it, Principal Wang is from your own family, don't be so polite." He Ping quickly helped Principal Wang up. Principal Wang is almost 50 years old, and He Ping can't bear his bow.

Without President Wang and He Ping speaking, the students volunteered to help unload the desks and chairs. They all knew that these were new desks and chairs for them.

Principal Wang touched the moved tables and chairs with joy in his eyes, "Good material, made of ash, such a good table and chairs are so obsolete."

Principal Wang had a look of pity.

The children moved the tables and chairs with a smile on their faces. The old captain stood aside and looked at the children contentedly without doing anything. He didn't even pay attention to Ding Aiguo, the captain of the Dingtun production team who came over from Wenxun.

How could the old captain let go of this opportunity to show off to his old opponent in peacetime.

"What's going on here?" Ding Aiguo asked out of nowhere.

The old captain looked at the children with a smile, but didn't speak.

The old Si Mian on the side said with a smile: "The desks, chairs and benches that He Pingshang Cultural Bureau of our brigade asked for for the school are all used by the county library, but they are strong."

Ding Aiguo was full of surprises. He was surprised that the new educated youth from Hantun was a talented person who could publish articles in magazines. He didn’t expect to be able to speak in the Cultural Bureau. I have to write in class on a stool.

Ding Aiguo repeated what Principal Wang had done just now, making He Ping life so unlovable.

"Go home for a drink tonight."

Ding Aiguo sent out a warm invitation, even the old enemy captain did not let go.

He Ping still wanted to decline, but Ding Aiguo was so enthusiastic that he almost put He Ping's arms up.

"Okay, let's go. Let's get the table and chairs done first."

"Look at me. Come on, assign the tables and chairs to each class."

Without Ding Aiguo's instructions, Principal Wang had already asked the students to distribute the unloaded desks and chairs to each class.

The desks and chairs were moved into the classroom, and the long stools that were originally placed in the back row of the classroom were replaced. The impatient children sat on them and couldn't wait to experience the new desks and chairs.

There is no difference between these tables and chairs and the original ones, but children are always full of curiosity and desire to explore new things.

He Ping watched the children taking turns to experience the new desks and chairs, and couldn't help but smile on his face, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in his heart.

The table and chairs are done, and the elementary school is about to end.

Ding Aiguo held on to He Ping, the others and Principal Wang, and wanted to eat and drink at home desperately.

Everyone couldn't shirk it, so they could only obey.

When he arrived at Ding Aiguo's country, Ding Aiguo said loudly to his wife: "Old woman, go and kill the rooster that doesn't crow, and eat chicken today."

Ding Aiguo's wife stared, "Why are you crazy, but if the Chinese New Year is not a festival, why kill a chicken?"

"Go as soon as you are told, something good happens today, be happy."

Ding Aiguo's wife went away muttering, while He Ping and Principal Wang persuaded him: "There is no need to do this, just eat something."

"It's okay, Writer He solved a difficult problem for our elementary school today, killing a chicken is nothing." Ding Aiguo said boldly.

When the old captain was at school, he patronized and admired the happy children. He didn't think of competing with his old opponent. Seeing that his old opponent was a little swollen, he couldn't help but said, "Isn't it? If you don’t know how to write an article, how can you know the leaders of the Cultural Bureau? If you don’t know the leaders, how can you have these tables and chairs.”

Ding Aiguo couldn't understand what the old captain meant, but he was in a good mood today, and he didn't intend to compete with the old captain, "I really have to thank Writer He, Writer He, you must be so polite today, you must drink more."

He Ping said cheerfully, "It's a waste of money."

In more than half an hour, Ding Aiguo's wife bought six dishes, two meat and four vegetables, stewed chicken with mushrooms, stewed noodles with sauerkraut and meat, fried fungus with cabbage, scrambled eggs with green onions, peanuts in vinegar, cucumber and green onions dipped in pickles.

This table dish can be said to be the best match in the countryside of this era. Ding Aiguo opened a bottle of sorghum wine with his teeth, "You are welcome, make it!"

After speaking, he poured wine for several people present, "Today we won't go home until we're drunk."

This meal is the richest meal He Ping has had since he traveled to this era. When he first traveled here, the conditions were not allowed, and he couldn't even eat meaty food.Later, he made money by selling chickens, and his novel was published. The richest thing was to stew some robe meat and pork.

He Ping didn't need Ding Aiguo to give way at all, the chopsticks in his hand never stopped, and he didn't even bother to drink.

How can wine taste as good as meat!
But Ding Aiguo didn't think about letting him go, he kept trying to persuade him to drink, He Ping's drinking capacity was average, and he drank too much without knowing it.

His last memory stays in the old captain and Ding Aiguo drinking together. The two seem to have made an agreement that whoever drinks too much should call dad three times.

(End of this chapter)