Reborn in the red age

Taking the resignation permission report that had been transferred from the school from the Personnel Department, Li Qingfeng fell completely silent.

The resignation approval was somewhat fast. The process was completed in just one month. I was not even allowed to finish my classes this semester. All the formalities were completed directly.

"Teacher Li, if you find a way to make money after you go into business, please inform me, your old colleague. I don't want to stay in this shitty place anymore."

Just as Li Qingfeng was standing at the door staring at his file in a daze, a young teacher who came to the Personnel Department to do some work came up to him and greeted him.

Coming back to his senses, he glanced at the person who came. Li Qingfeng knew this guy. He was a grade younger than him and taught advanced mathematics. His name was Yuan Siming.

He forced a smile and said, "What's wrong with staying in school? If I was not prohibited from taking multiple leave, I would like to continue staying in school."

"What? Teacher Li, you don't know that many teachers in schools in our hometown can't get their salaries. They work so hard for a month, but don't get paid a penny at the end of the month. Their families can barely make ends meet. Do you think there is still a future for teachers?" Yuan Siming smiled bitterly and shook his head, his words full of pessimism about the teaching profession.

"The teachers in the schools down there can't even get their salaries paid?"

"Of course, otherwise I would want to resign. In my hometown, my high school head teacher only paid me ten months' salary last year. It's only been four months since the beginning of this year, and he has been owed more than one month's salary. I feel that one day, the problem of wage arrears will fall on the heads of our school teachers."

Li Qingfeng was surprised by the information in Yuan Siming's words. He knew that the domestic economy had been in a tight situation since the 1990s, and many places were unable to pay full wages, and could only owe wages for a few months each year.

For example, out of 10 months' wages a year, nine months' wages are paid, and the remaining two or three months' wages are not paid.

It was still relatively good in the 1990s, at least they could pay half a year's salary.

"Teacher Li, what are you thinking about?" Seeing that Li Qingfeng was frowning and didn't know what he was thinking about, Yuan Siming waved his hand to interrupt Li Qingfeng's thoughts.

Li Qingfeng came back to his senses from his deep thoughts and waved his hand: "It's okay, think about something else."

"Okay, I still have to go in and deliver the documents. If you have any way to get into the sea, you must tell me. As long as I can make money, I will go into the sea and work with you."

"Okay, okay, I'll let you know if there's a chance."

After bidding farewell to Yuan Siming, Li Qingfeng pushed his bicycle and walked in the familiar campus, sighing in his heart. He was going to say goodbye to his teaching career of nearly ten years from today, and he was really reluctant to do so.

On the way back home, Qingfeng Li ran into Professor Wang, the teacher of Wang Fuzhi, who was out buying vegetables. He quickly trotted over to help carry the basket.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you crazy because of poverty? Why are you trying to steal my vegetable basket?" Old man Wang, who was frightened when he suddenly felt his hands were empty, looked at Li Qingfeng and scolded him with a bad smile.

Holding the vegetable basket, Qingfeng Li also joked with Professor Wang: "Hey, look at what you said, old man. I wouldn't even pick up a bag of broken vegetable leaves thrown on the ground, but you think they are gold ingots."

"Haha, don't underestimate my bag of vegetable leaves. Twenty or thirty years ago, when rich people were starving to death, I could have exchanged them for a basket of secretly hidden gold ingots."

"It's reactionary! This is reactionary."

Wang Fuzhi turned his head away proudly and said disdainfully: "I have already said it, old man. If you don't agree, go and report it. Who dares to catch this old man on the stage?"

It's true that the older you get, the more you like to brag. Looking at old man Wang's fearless appearance, Li Qingfeng curled his lips in his heart. Now that you have the ability, why didn't you dare say such things twenty or thirty years ago?
Li Qingfeng did not expose Old Man Wang's boasting, but gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

Old man Wang, whose vanity was greatly satisfied, waved his hand to interrupt Qingfeng Li's flattery: "You went to school today, probably to get your file, right?"

“Yes, it’s a bit sad to say it. From today on, I am no longer a member of this school,” Qingfeng Li said with a hint of sadness.

Wang Fuzhi gave Li Qingfeng a strange look and said unhappily, "What are you crazy about? Although you are no longer teaching at the school, you are still a member of your joint venture research institute. Your files have only been transferred from our college to the research institute affiliated with the school. In theory, you are still a member of the school."

"As a teacher who has deep feelings for the podium, today I am away from the three-foot podium, and you still can't let me express my feelings?"

"Come on, forget it. We are science and engineering students, not those pedantic scholars in the humanities. What emotions can we express? Are you good at using sour words? Or are you good at writing articles complaining about nothing?"

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Li Qingfeng, who was a little autistic after being criticized, was too lazy to talk to Old Man Wang, who was letting himself go after retirement. He stuffed the basket of vegetables into Old Man Wang's arms and walked home with his head down.

When old man Wang called him to his house for dinner, Qingfeng Li ignored him.

When she got home from school on the first day of the new year, she pestered her old father Li Qingfeng to buy her a beautiful new dress and a flowery hairband.

Li Qingfeng got a headache when it came to buying clothes. Not only did this girl like to show off, but she also got tired of the old things quickly.

The closet was full of clothes, many of which were still new. They were only worn a few times and then discarded, so they kept pestering Qingfeng Li to buy new clothes.

After thinking for a while, Qingfeng Li pressed Chuyi's shoulders, pulled her in front of him, and said seriously: "Daughter, Dad wants to tell you something very important."

"What's the matter? Are you going to buy me new clothes?" Chuyi raised his head and said with a grin.

"Uh..." Li Qingfeng was choked by Chuyi's words, and his expression gradually became solemn. After the smile on Chuyi's face disappeared, he continued to say seriously: "A major change happened in our family. Dad lost his job today."

“What does unemployment mean?”

He tilted his head. He was just in the first grade of junior high school and didn’t understand what unemployment meant.

"Being unemployed means having no job, and having no job means having no income. Dad will have no money in the future, and I can no longer buy you beautiful clothes and flowery hairbands like before. Our family will have to live frugally in the future."

"But don't worry, Chuyi. Dad will work hard to find a job starting tomorrow. I'll buy you clothes after I find a job, okay?"

While saying this, Qingfeng Li pretended to be embarrassed and guilty. Hu Jiabao, who was holding Fifteen and watching cartoons beside him, twitched his mouth and looked at Qingfeng Li speechlessly as he started to lie again.

After entering primary school, the first grader, who already had an understanding of money, understood what Qingfeng Li meant.

After thinking for a while, Chuyitian really asked, "What kind of job are you going to find, Dad?"

"I carry big bags on the dock, move bricks and plaster on the construction site." Li Qingfeng leaned back slightly, pretending to be experienced and continued:

"In the future, Dad will be like the workers on the construction site, with the scorching sun on his head, cement on his shoulders, working diligently under the sun and shedding his sweat. If one day on the first day of the new year you see Dad getting darker and thinner, it's because Dad is supporting our family with his hard work and sweat." As he spoke, Li Qingfeng squeezed his eyes hard, trying to squeeze out two tears.

Chuyi listened to the scene described by Li Qingfeng and burst into tears.

The sudden crying made Li Qingfeng a little confused. He wondered if he had been pretending too much. Just when he was about to explain to Chuyi, he saw Chuyi wiping tears and running back to his room.

After a while, Chuyi came back holding a small cardboard box and dumped out the contents in front of Qingfeng Li. Colorful banknotes were scattered all over the sofa.

Most of them are one or five yuan notes, and there are also quite a few blue hundred-yuan bills. It looks like there are about one thousand yuan in total.

Looking at so much money, Li Qingfeng thought to himself that the New Year's money he had saved for Chuyi over the years actually amounted to so much. This child is actually a little rich woman.

Chuyi wiped away her tears, hugged Li Qingfeng's neck, and cried in her tender voice: "Dad, I have money, I will give it to you, you don't have to be a worker, Chuyi will never buy clothes randomly again"

Hearing his daughter's words, Qingfeng Li felt very relieved. It was true that his daughter was like a close-fitting little cotton-padded jacket.

Faced with Chuyi who insisted on giving him his savings, Li Qingfeng accepted it reluctantly after trying every possible way to refuse.

Li Qingfeng was so moved by Chuyi's behavior that he hugged Chuyi and his daughter and cried bitterly.

Hu Jiabao, who was watching the fun from the side and waiting to see Li Qingfeng coaxing the child, opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief.

He didn't believe that Chuyi, who was usually extremely stingy, would spend his New Year's money, nor did he believe that Li Qingfeng would be so shameless as to take it.

After coaxing Chuyi to sleep at night, Li Qingfeng returned to the room and saw Hu Jiabao sitting on the bed, staring at him.

Feeling a little uneasy under Hu Jiabao's direct gaze, Li Qingfeng smiled awkwardly: "Why are you looking at me like that? You're making me feel embarrassed."

"Haha, you even cheated your daughter of her New Year's money, and you're still embarrassed?" Hu Jiabao said with a sneer.

"Nonsense, that was my daughter's initiative to give it to me, it was a filial piety of Chuyi, how can a father and daughter lie to each other?"

"Haha, be careful, when you are old and confused, I will fool you like this on the first day of the new year."

"No, when I'm old, I still have Fifteen, and Fifteen will persuade his sister."

Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng, not wanting to bother with him anymore, and covered himself with the quilt, ready to go to sleep.

Li Qingfeng, who was standing at the door, quickly turned off the lights and got into bed.

During the next period of time, Qingfeng Li had a good rest.

It was really nice not to have to go to school or graduate school. It was only because there was no Internet back then that Qingfeng Li would have wanted to just ignore everything and lie down completely.

"Xiao Cai, do you have any brothers or sisters at home?"

Bored at home, Li Qingfeng watched TV while chatting with Cai Genhua.

After handing the peeled oranges to the fruit basket in front of Li Qingfeng, Cai Genhua answered, "I have another child at home, a younger brother and a younger sister. I am the second oldest."

"Oh, that's great, two boys and two girls, pretty evenly matched, just like my family. What does your brother do?"

"I take care of my parents and the farm at home. When I'm not busy on the farm, I go to the county to do odd jobs. My younger brothers and sisters are still in school."

"Oh, that's good."

Li Qingfeng did not ask why his brother did not go out to work, but let a little girl run to such a faraway city to work. This kind of thing is too common nowadays. There is no need to ask, and one can guess it almost right.

It may be the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls, or it may be that the family's land needs young and strong people to take care of it, so the family does not allow the brother to go out to earn money, but instead lets a little girl follow the villagers to work as a nanny.

Nowadays, once a girl is born in the countryside, her future fate is basically determined.

If you fail to get into a technical secondary school with free tuition and subsidies after graduating from junior high school, you will have to become a family laborer early on, doing farm work like adults, or going out to work and use the money you earn to support your younger brother's education or to supplement the family expenses.

If she can make money, her family will find a man for her after she reaches the legal age and marry her off with a considerable amount of money as a dowry.

If all goes well, she will become a mother of one or two children in her early twenties and live a life revolving around a man and children.

In the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s, this was the fate of most rural girls and the sorrow of a generation.

As the two were chatting in the living room, the phone on the table rang. Li Qingfeng picked up the receiver and heard Mou Qizhong's hearty voice.

"Hey, brother, are you in Sijiucheng now? My flight will arrive in Sijiucheng this afternoon. Let's meet and have dinner together."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Qingfeng Li's mouth twitched.

It seems that after several months, Mou Qi Zhong has found a channel to sell the plane, otherwise this guy would not call himself brother.

"Okay, what time is your flight, Brother Mou? I'll have someone pick you up then, and call Yapeng along, so we can sit together and have a good chat."

"We'll be there around five o'clock. Please arrange the fleet. I'll be with a few leaders from Sichuan Airlines. Please prepare a grand ceremony for me when the time comes."

"Okay, no problem, leave it to me."

After hanging up the phone, Li Qingfeng called Sun Aidang, who was working in the driver's class, and asked him to drive the company's luxury car to the airport to pick up Mou Qizhong in the afternoon.

I specifically told Sun Aidang to make it look big and high-end. (End of this chapter)