good old days

The teachers of the school went to the station to gather at 07:30. When Jiang Xinyu arrived, everyone was almost here.

To her surprise, Song Guifang had her hair covered today, her eyes were bruised and swollen, and there were some marks on her chin.

As if sensing her gaze, she turned sideways to avoid it, and lowered her head slightly.

Teacher Xiao Lin approached Jiang Xinyu and asked, "Why did you bring so many things?"

Jiang Xinyu talked about going to see He Yong with her things.

After getting in the car, Jiang Xinyu took her things and sat down by the window, putting all her things under her feet, next to the female teacher Zhong Ying.

The shuttle bus is a bus, which can seat many people. At this time, the teachers and cadres of the commune are full.

The teachers in the car were all chatting, laughing and whispering. When Jiang Xinyu leaned against the window and fell asleep, Zhong Ying asked in her ear, "Do you know what happened to Teacher Song?"

Jiang Xinyu was very curious, but she didn't want to gossip about Song Guifang.The two of them share a dormitory, and they can still get along.

She shook her head and said in a low voice, "This is the first time I've seen her like this."

Her first reaction when she saw her today was that Song Guifang's man was violent, and Mr. Song was domestically abused.

Song Guifang sat at the back of the car with her head down, several rows away from the two of them.

Teacher Xiao Lin, who was sitting behind the two of them, heard the two of them talking, leaned forward quietly, and said in a low voice, "His man hits people after drinking, saying that she can't have a son. You two came to school." In the evening, his man came to the school to beat someone before, and Sister Song had a miscarriage directly. After the miscarriage, she never got pregnant again."

Jiang Xinyu and Zhong Ying's eyes widened in disbelief.

Zhong Ying entered the school in October last year, Jiang Xinyu entered this year, and Song Guifang has been working in the school for several years.

Neither Zhong Ying nor Jiang Xinyu knew about Song Guifang's family affairs.

Jiang Xinyu met Song Guifang's man twice, once in the school dormitory and once at his home. He looked quite normal, and he spoke well. He didn't look like a violent man who would beat his wife. Here it is.

Teacher Xiao Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen Sister Song with a wound on her face for more than a year. I thought her man had changed, but I didn't expect it to happen again."

Wu Jian, Zhong Ying's husband, who was sitting next to Teacher Xiao Lin, shook his head and said, "Her husband and her husband's family both want a son, and she won't be able to have a son. It will probably be difficult in the future."

Zhong Ying looked at Wu Jian, "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Wu Jian paused, then curled his lips and said, "You women gossip every day, what's there to say?"

Zhong Ying refused to accept it, "Then don't come here and say it!"

A group of people were gossiping, and the shuttle soon arrived at the county and stopped outside the gate of the county high school.

There are gatekeepers in the schools in the county. Jiang Xinyu put the things at the gatekeepers, and went to the large classroom of the county high school with all the teachers with a notebook and a pen.

Today, not only the teachers from the middle and high schools of Hongqi Commune came, but also teachers from other communes. The classrooms were full, and there were quite a few people.

Although these years have not been stable, the education of ideological transformation of teachers and improvement of teachers' ideological and political awareness has not stopped.

Jiang Xinyu didn't know what happened to the teachers in the county and the city. Anyway, the teachers in the commune had refresher training during the winter and summer vacations to complete the task requirements of "strengthening teacher rotation training and on-the-job learning", and sometimes had to work, such as digging ditches.

This time the big guy will come to the county to study for two consecutive days, come in the morning, go back in the afternoon, and then have a busy farming holiday, and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival by the way.

Only when I became a teacher did I realize that there are many things to do, and it would be better to be a waiter in a state-run restaurant.

Jiang Xinyu looked around calmly, everyone listened attentively, and took a pen to write down important content in the notebook from time to time.

It was finally noon, and the teachers went to the cafeteria to eat.

The rice is white flour steamed buns with Chinese cabbage and pickled mustard. The taste is average, that is, the more the steamed buns are chewed, the more fragrant they become, and the fragrance is sweet.

There was still an hour and a half to go after dinner, Jiang Xinyu carried her things to the machinery factory affiliated courtyard.

The other teachers also went shopping in the county together, taking advantage of today to buy something to take back.

Miao Yue, He Yong, and the others are having dinner at home. Her second son, He Pengfei, who has been working on the train all year round, has returned home. Today's meal came back with meat and vegetables in the factory. Miao Yue even fried a chicken to greet He Pengfei's partner. .

When Jiang Xinyu knocked on the door, it was busy eating inside.

Seeing that she came to the door with something, Miao Yue got up to entertain: "Xiao Jiang is here, have you eaten yet? It happens that we are having dinner at home, let's have some together."

Jiang Xinyu asked someone to say hello and handed the things to her, "I'm coming to the county to study today, my mother knew I was coming, so she asked me to bring you some things, and by the way, see how Uncle He's leg is recovering .”

"Study? What are you studying? Didn't you graduate from high school?"

Jiang Xinyu said with a smile: "I'm working as a teacher in a junior high school in the commune, and my superiors organize the teachers to study in the county."

He Yong smiled, probably because he had drunk some wine, his black face was flushed, he seemed to be in good spirits, and his voice was like a bell, "It's good to be a teacher. My legs are not in the way anymore, although I have a little problem , but it doesn't affect anything."

Miao Yue pulled Jiang Xinyu into the room and said, "Come here, what else do you bring?"

Jiang Xinyu took the orange candy that He Shanshan handed over, and said with a smile: "The things I brought are worthless, the red dates and cabbage are all from my own, the yam is from the commune at my brother-in-law's house, and the chestnut cake is from my family It's not worth anything if you do it yourself. As long as Uncle He is in good health."

Miao Yue went into the house again to entertain Jiang Xinyu with fruit.

They were eating, and Jiang Xinyu didn't want to stay too long. Miao Yue insisted on persuading her to eat, and even added chopsticks and bowls. Jiang Xinyu simply got up: "I really ate at school, and I have to go to school to continue the meeting in the afternoon. I'm free now, and I have to go to the department store to buy something, so I won't delay your dinner."

Miao Yue sent her downstairs, patted her hand and said in a low voice, "Go back and ask Xiao Chen for me. There is someone in our factory who wants a second-hand radio. Ask him if he has any available now."

"Come to play again when you have time, don't mention things anymore, next time you come, you must have dinner at my aunt's house."

The He family was really very enthusiastic, and Jiang Xinyu couldn't bear it.

When Miao Yue returned home, the little doll at home had quickly dismantled the chestnut cake and was eating it.

"Xiao Jiang said that this chestnut cake is made by her family. It tastes delicious and the design is beautiful. It is no worse than the one in the factory." He Zhi's wife said.

He Yong used to be a truck driver and earned a lot of extra money. Now he is the gatekeeper of the factory. The goods in other cities are temporarily out of stock, and his income is much less than before. Looking at the chestnut cake Jiang Xinyu sent, his My mind came alive.