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In the heat, Chang Shihong's calmness seemed out of place.

Even Wen Lan opened her eyes and asked him: "Don't you want to take the college entrance examination?"

Chang Shihong was the same age as Wen Lan, only a few months older than her. It was a good age to take the college entrance examination.

Chang Shihong put the lunch box on the table beside her bed and replied: "Why should I join in the fun? I have a job, food and drinks, and I am going to take the college entrance examination? Isn't that just messing around?"

He doesn't care like an outsider.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Chang Shihong always did whatever he wanted. Even the donkeys in the whole commune couldn't pull him away from anything he didn't want to do.

Lin Nianhe thought about it, and asked Su Yuncheng to tell Wang Xiao about this later, and let him tell Chang Jinzhong - after all, Uncle Chang left his nephew with them, and there was no such big thing as the college entrance examination without telling him. His reason.

As soon as she put a piece of potato into her mouth, she heard Wen Lan say: "You don't dare to take the exam because you think you can't pass it, right?"

Chang Shihong seemed to have been exposed, and suddenly became irritable: "What are you talking about? Is there anything I can't pass?"

"Then why don't you take the exam?" Wen Lan looked at him, "I'm scared."

Chang Shihong: "...!"

It’s okay to call him idle, but call him a coward?
How could he be so cowardly?

Wen Lan was dizzy with fever. She squinted her eyes and continued to mutter: "I thought you had very hard bones. Tsk... You don't dare to take the college entrance examination. How can you say that you are a good man..."

"what!"

Chang Shihong was so angry that he walked around the ward twice and glared at Wen Lan: "Just wait, I will definitely do better than you!"

After saying that, he left, even forgetting to take out his lunch box.

Lin Nianhe was dumbfounded: "Sister Lan, you used this exciting technique beautifully."

Wang Shumei also nodded: "It's indeed very good. If Xiaoxiao doesn't study hard in the future, I will let you scold her."

Sister Lan was confused: "What's the way to provoke a general? I just think he's a coward."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

The chickenpox and fever made Sister Lan's vision even shorter. She had no time to think about all the twists and turns. Sometimes her mind hadn't reacted even half a minute after she said something.

But the ending was good. Chang Shihong went to line up to receive the book.

Yes, get the book.

Feng Yuanshan started preparing textbooks and exercise books five months ago. These books were all collected in the past. He was reluctant to burn them, let alone tear them up. Wang Xiao was doting on him, so these textbooks from ten years ago were kept in the warehouse. inside.

After hearing the news about the resumption of the college entrance examination, Feng Yuanshan began to play with these textbooks, looking forward to distributing them one day.

Today, his dream came true.

In fact, during this period of time, although there is no clear news, he has done a lot of things——

High school education is strengthened in various names, and major and minor exams are almost never interrupted;

In the name of selecting cadres, studies and examinations are organized in the factory, and the subjects studied and tested are all high school content;

And conduct examinations and selections within the teacher group to find the group of people who have the best learning and the most teaching experience.

The young people lining up in front of the commune may never know in their lifetime that there was someone working silently behind their backs, turning their hair gray.

Because they were well prepared, Lan County acted extremely quickly on the college entrance examination.

The news came out in the morning, the books were distributed in the afternoon, and the college entrance examination cram school was set up in the evening and was packed with seats.Feng Yuanshan became anxious when he saw that the four high school classrooms that had been prepared in advance were packed, three or four people were squeezed into the two-person desks, and there were still several rows of people sitting in the aisles.

"This can't be done. The college entrance examination is only in December. Why do so many people get sick before the exam?"

He frowned in anxiety. Just when he was planning to use the junior high school as a cram school, the director of the factory came.

"Brother Feng, my newly built factory has been vacated for us. The tables and other items have been moved there. Come and take a look with me. I'll arrange whatever is missing!"

On the autumn night, the director of the planning factory was sweating profusely.

Feng Yuanshan's eyes lit up, but he still reminded him: "You have to think carefully. The college entrance examination is not until December. We won't move here when we go. Can you afford the delay?"

"Hey, the most we can do is to sell for less money," said the director of the factory, who was very open-minded. "Why do we make money? Isn't it just to make the kids live a better life? At my age, I still have to pay for it." How many bites can I take?”

As he said this, he grabbed Feng Yuanshan and pulled him into the minibus of the textile factory.

With the current strength of the textile factory, he, the director, could afford a car, but he didn't want to show off - it took at most five minutes to walk from the family's courtyard to the factory, and there was nothing he could do with that kind of money.

This factory building is in the east of the city. It has just been built and all the sewing machines have been brought in.

But now, the workshop is filled with rows of tables with the aroma of food. These tables and chairs are all brought from the canteen. The aroma over the years has melted into the wood and lingers.

"There is a canteen next to it," the director of the planning factory waved his hand, "Let them come here, I will take care of the food."

Feng Yuanshan looked at him and said, "I will send out two thousand sets of books today. It will take three months. Can you afford it?"

Of course he knew that the textile factory had this capability, but...

"It's just Sanyue," the director of the planning factory raised his chin, "Why can't I take care of it? I'm just leaving it here. I'll be jealous of anyone who gives me money!"

Hearing what he said, Feng Yuanshan felt relieved.

He thought for a while and then said: "I went to give a lecture in Shili Brigade a few days ago. Brother Li said that their match factory is a small industry and cannot manage too many people. If the children of Shili Brigade go to college, he will take care of the tuition and living expenses."

Director Ji: "Brother Feng, if you want money, just ask."

"Oh, I need money."

The director of the planning factory has also been honed in the past two years. He thought about it all night and drew up a charter:
All members and educated youth of Lan County Commune——

Those admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University will be awarded 1000 yuan by Lanxian Textile Factory;

Those admitted by other universities will be awarded [-] yuan by Lanxian Textile Factory;
Those admitted to colleges and universities will be awarded [-] yuan by the Lanxian Textile Factory.

Another note: If you return to Lan County to work after graduation, regardless of occupation, the textile factory will give you three years' salary free of charge as settling-in allowance and allocate a house.

After Lin Nianhe saw this notice in the ward, everyone was dumbfounded.

This is her Uncle Ji who naively follows the leader and deceives anyone who will suffer the condemnation of conscience!
She was shocked, and the two friends beside her were so shocked that they jumped up from the hospital bed: "What? 1000 yuan!"

"Meizi, you're giving me money to get into college. Is Uncle Ji crazy?"

"It is impossible to be crazy. The leaders are obviously afraid that some people will not have tuition and living expenses."

"1000 yuan! How many clothes do I have to make!"

"Is this enough to buy a house in the capital?"

"I don't know, but I suddenly want to take the exam at Peking University... My fever seems to have gone away!"

"What a coincidence, me too."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

When he was dying of illness, he sat up in shock. He did not study the Qing Dynasty and did not return to the west.