In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

At noon, after a quick meal with Lanhua and the others in the commune cafeteria, they returned to school in a hurry.

He took the newspaper and came to the teacher's office. Most of the teachers were already waiting for him, and a few other teachers were going to the toilet.

Wang Manyin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine, let's not worry, just wait for those teachers."

After recovering his breath, Ma Xiaojun took a pen and paper and sat quietly behind these teachers. These teachers instantly felt their scalps full, and they smiled and called the principal.

Ma Xiaojun waved his hand, "I'm also here to study with Director Wang. Director Wang's thinking level is very high."

"You don't know what he said, I'm just a brick, move it wherever you need it, this sentence was highly praised by the leaders above."

"Yesterday, I also asked the masons of the Shige Festival to paint this sentence on the wall of our school with white ash."

"So everyone must learn from Director Wang well. We can fall behind in everything, but we must not lag behind in ideological education!"

The teachers nodded yes.

After the teachers who went to the bathroom came back, Wang Manyin coughed lightly, immediately got to the point, and started talking to the newspaper Lang Lang in his hand.

He is already familiar with the newspapers. He first told the first team in Guanzi Village, then he went to Guanzi Village Primary School to the children, and after he came to Shigejie Middle School, he told the children in the first class.

Tell these teachers now, the difference is not very big.

Of course, you must be careful when speaking to these teachers, otherwise it will be interpreted as incorrect thinking by others, and the consequences cannot be easily borne.

Therefore, when interpreting newspapers, Wang Manyin's first principle is not to make mistakes, his thinking and attitude must be in line with the times, and his own understanding should not be too advanced.

There is a saying that goes, three years ahead is a genius, ten years ahead is a lunatic!

But even though Wang Manyin was cautious, he couldn't hold back the knowledge in his head, and these teachers were attracted by his content without knowing it, and kept nodding in agreement.

There are some truths that make these decades-old teachers feel enlightened.

At this moment, they finally knew the biggest difference between themselves and Wang Manyin.

They are too old, not only the body is old, but also the heart, thought, knowledge, all of these are old.

The times are developing, but they are still standing still, or they can't see it in this turbid era.

But as long as a few years pass, when the prosperous age comes, they will be eliminated after all!

Not to mention these gossips, Wang Manyin talked for almost [-] minutes. At this time, the entire campus has quieted down, and the students are taking a lunch break in the classroom or dormitory.

Wang Manyin folded the newspaper, "Okay, let's study these contents today, the old rules, everyone writes a report on their own feelings according to the contents of today's lecture, this is the task of the above, and we cannot escape."

"There is another thing that everyone is most concerned about, which is when our salary will be paid."

"Hahaha"

The teachers laughed kindly, but their eyes were fixed on him.

Wang Manyin took out a wad of money from his pocket, put the form on the other side, and said, "Let's pay the salary now that the teachers are here."

"Teachers line up and come to sign and get the money one by one."

After speaking, he waved to the janitor outside the gate, and the janitor immediately brought in two sacks, one for vermicelli and one for dried noodles.

"In addition, each teacher has two handfuls of vermicelli and a handful of dried noodles this month. They will be taken away when they receive the money. Don't be allowed to pick and choose whichever one you get. Let's not waste time."

Wang Manyin commanded, every teacher had a smile on his face, and he was sure that Wang Manyin paid himself a lot of salary. After signing the form, he happily went to get vermicelli and dried noodles.

There weren't many teachers, so they got the money in a short while, and Wang Manyin didn't delay everyone's rest time, and walked towards the office with Ma Xiaojun.

"Man Yin, you spoke well, and even I learned a lot, you boy, it's a bit humiliating for you to be a teaching director." Ma Xiaojun praised.

Wang Manyin smiled modestly, "I dare not say that, thanks to the principal for supporting me."

Ma Xiaojun laughed twice, "Okay, don't be modest, you see, those teachers treat you like Director Wang, they are more enthusiastic than me."

When the two came to their respective offices, Ma Xiaojun suddenly patted his forehead, "Look at my brain, I almost forgot to tell you."

"In the morning, the higher-ups sent a telegram, and the people at the post office brought it to me, saying that they would organize another campaign to recall bitterness and sweetness, and the time was set for tomorrow."

As he said that, he walked into the office, and when he came out, he held a telegram in his hand, which briefly and concisely wrote the requirements for this meeting of Reminiscing Bitterness and Thinking Sweetness.

"You will organize this meeting, is there any problem?"

Wang Manyin nodded, "No problem, but where can we find people who complain?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I've already found the person. It's the same person from last time. He spoke well. Many of the children were moved and cried."

Thinking of the old man last time, Wang Manyin smiled meaningfully, nodded, walked back to his office with the telegram, and closed the wooden door.

It is worth mentioning that the telegraph office and the post office are merged together on Shige Festival. After all, Shige Festival is so small, there is no need to create two separate institutions.

There are not many people who are willing to send telegrams. Most of them are used by communes and schools. If other people want to contact relatives in other places, most of them still write letters.

It was much cheaper to write a letter than to send a telegram, which was charged per word.

After carefully looking at the contents of the telegram, recalling the details of the last Recalling the Bitterness and Thinking about Sweetness in my mind, I already had a general idea of ​​how to organize it.

I don't need to innovate, just follow the previous process. As the host, this conference can be easily organized.

Putting the telegram on the table, I checked the time and found that it was less than [-] minutes before the afternoon class.

But what does it matter?He only has class in the last period of the afternoon, so he has nothing to do except attend class.

So he turned around and locked the wooden door, drew the curtains, took out the blanket from the cabinet, lay down on the soft spring sofa, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Outside, the spring rain dripped continuously from the sky, the cool spring breeze wafted leisurely on the playground, and the faint white mist wrapped around the halfway up the distant mountain.

Sleepy in spring, the faint sound of rain accompanied by the catchy sound of reading, like a lullaby, Wang Manyin soon lay down on the spring sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

This time I fell asleep until the sky was dark, and I didn't wake up until before class, and took the Chinese books to teach the children.