Traveled into the chronicle and was pampered by a reckless man

Chapter 45 Thoughts triggered by a pack of cigarettes

Wang Xingquan came prepared, and bowed a standard 90-degree bow to the big guy as soon as he came on stage, which made the young and old in the audience laugh.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, serious." Wang Hongtang stopped from below, "Listen to Xingquan."

Wang Xingquan cleared his throat, looked at the cramped Lin Wenshu, took a step forward, waved his right hand, and said, "Fathers and folks, uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, as we all know, I went to high school seriously. , so it is more than enough to teach your children. Besides, I am my own, and my younger brothers and sisters are also taking classes in this school, so I will definitely teach them well and make them stand out. I have thought about it , if I become this teacher..."

Wang Xingquan was still chattering and chattering, and the people below couldn't sit still anymore.

Seeing this, the village chief raised his hand, "Okay, Xingquan, let's stop here today, and save these words for the dolls in the future."

"Village chief, how do you know that this teacher is Xingquan? Haven't you voted yet?" A voice burst out from the crowd. They only knew the source of the voice, but they couldn't tell who it was. Squeeze your throat and talk.

Knowing that he had slipped his tongue, the village chief smiled embarrassingly, "I'll just say it casually, and let Teacher Lin come to canvass for him."

Lin Wenshu wrung his hands and became more and more embarrassed.

"If you have nothing to say, just vote directly." The village chief wanted to skip this part directly.

Zhou Chunhe noticed that Liu Xinghua, who was sitting in front, gave the village head a thumbs up, it's tricky!

"Village Chief, I have a request." Lin Wenshu finally raised his hand.

"A request? This is about to be voted on, why do you still have a request?" The village chief showed embarrassment.

"Village Chief, I haven't said a word yet, so it doesn't hurt to listen." Zhou Chunhe said. This time, he stood up and said, and glanced around for a week.

"Yes, listen." The big guy hurriedly agreed, and had already received Zhou Chunhe's greeting.

The village chief couldn't be arbitrary, "Then Mr. Lin, just talk about it, and don't go too far."

Teacher Lin nodded and moved to the middle, and a small voice came out through the radio, "I have nothing to say about myself. I have been teaching since the day I came to Wangjiaba Village. I want my students to say something for themselves. "

After speaking, he waved to the audience.

Everyone in the family was puzzled and didn't know what was going on, when they saw a bang, a group of children lined up and walked to the front stage neatly.

Seeing their children standing on it, neatly dressed, the parents couldn't help but smile like a mother, and applauded spontaneously, and the scene suddenly became warm.

"Mr. Lin, what are you doing? What are you doing up here with the doll?" The village chief was in a hurry and wanted to let the students go down.

Wang Hongtang and Wang Xingquan also came forward to help.

Zhou Chunhe pissed Daman next to him, "Let's start, we need to listen to the students."

Daman understood and yelled, "Let the dolls talk!"

As soon as Daman said this, the parents of their own children on the stage also wanted to hear what the doll wanted to say, and they all called to listen.

"Village chief, children have the most right to speak, why not let them speak?" Someone asked.

The village chief was sweating profusely, "Isn't this in a hurry, everyone's time is precious, what can the dolls say?"

"We are not in a hurry, let the children talk."

"Yes, listen to the children."

"This..." The village chief looked at the Wang family father and son in the audience, and then at Liu Xinghua.

"Village chief, could it be that you have taken advantage of others?"

"Nonsense!" Wang Youliang yelled, "Just talk about it."

The scene finally returned to silence.

Lin Wenshu gestured to the children.

The students said in unison, "Teacher Lin not only teaches us to read and write, but also teaches us how to behave."

"My mother can't read, and my homework is taught by Teacher Lin."

"My father would beat me. Mr. Lin always protected me and said to take it easy."

"Ms. Lin saw that I didn't tie my hair up, so she always tied me a beautiful braid."

"Ms. Lin always brings us steamed buns."

"Ms. Lin's class is interesting, and there are always good stories to tell."

"Mr. Lin said that he would send us out of the mountains to have a look."

When it was the last child's turn, everyone held their breath and didn't dare to take a breath. This is Liu Ermao, the silly son of the disabled Liu Weibing in the village. He had a fever and burned his brain when he was a child. Also ran away early.

Liu Ermao looked at everyone innocently with wide eyes, not knowing why he came here.

He was looking for a familiar figure.

"Ermao, just say what comes to your mind." Lin Wenshu walked gently to Liu Ermao, squatted down, and put one arm around his thin body.

"Mom!" Ermao called.

Everyone mourned.

"Lin... Teacher Lin is good, like mother... I like... Teacher Lin!"

Liu Weibing at the bottom was already sobbing.

For a long time, the crowd was quiet and silent. No one spoke or made noises. At this moment, no one looked down on Liu Ermao or Liu Weibing.They watched Teacher Lin hold Ermao, who was drooling, tightly in his arms, and they were ashamed.They just gave birth to this group of children, but they did not fulfill their educational responsibilities. Now, they still want to crowd out their children's good teachers because of a pack of cigarettes.

For the first time, these adults in Wangjiaba Village have seriously considered the issue of children's education. They have seriously thought about whether a pack of cigarettes is more important than children's education.

"Then, let's vote." The village chief's voice sounded again, but it lost the previous momentum and was a little pale.

Now, the ballot box is right in front of it, placed on a table, and the villagers hold two pieces of paper in their hands, the square one represents Wang Xingquan, and the round one represents Teacher Lin.

Zhou Chunhe was the first to step forward and cast his vote easily, followed by Daman, Erye, Xiya...

In order to avoid suspicion, the accountant Wang Jianguo couldn't vote, so everyone recommended the second master to vote.

Under the eyes of everyone, the old man stepped forward and took out the votes one by one.

"Teacher Lin One Vote"

"Teacher Lin One Vote"

"Teacher Lin gets another vote"

……

The results were announced, and among the 117 households in Wangjiaba Village, only three votes were for Wang Xingquan.

Wang Hongtang and his son looked at everyone with red eyes, even if they were immediate relatives, there were more than three families!

"I declare that the official teacher of Wangjiaba Village is Lin Wenshu!" The voice of the village chief Wang Youliang returned to his sonorous voice.

I don't know who started it, but those who left the venue shook hands with Mr. Lin one by one before leaving.

Lin Wenshu continued to bow to everyone in return.

After everyone had left, Lin Wen raised his head, looking for Zhou Chunhe's figure.

Zhou Chunhe went back early, and his wife was still at home waiting for him to report the good news.

　No one can know the color of the spring breeze, only when it blows over the mountains and fields; no one can know that education takes place, only when it makes the learners' hearts sail; no one can know the wisdom of children, only when they are free thinking and practice.

　　
　
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