Reborn in the red age

Facts have proved that imperialism is still determined to destroy us. Even though the "Battalion Agreement" was dissolved last year, the technological blockade and restrictions imposed by Western developed countries on China have not been completely eliminated.

Especially for high-precision machine tools, which play an important supporting role in cutting-edge fields such as national defense, military industry, aerospace, etc., we should be more cautious in exporting them.

After proposing to purchase high-precision machine tools to improve the processing accuracy of auto parts, Li Qingfeng sent a letter to the Ministry of Machinery Industry to inquire about the country's machine tool procurement plan for the past year and whether there was any high-precision machine tools needed by Mercedes-Benz.

The reply we got from the Ministry of Machinery Industry was that the machine tools needed by Mercedes-Benz were still restricted and no foreign companies were willing to export them to China.

Li Qingfeng was disappointed with the result, but he had no other choice but to give up the idea of ​​purchasing high-precision machine tools. He asked Zhang Yapeng to find an international automobile company willing to sell automatic transmissions as soon as possible to avoid any further complications.

"Jiabao, I got you a new car. From now on, give your BMW to Xiaocai to use for shopping."

After Zhang Yapeng formally signed the car purchase documents with the central government, Li Qingfeng seized two cars from the batch of cars that were shipped to the capital for testing after the New Year and used them as his own private cars.

Hu Jiabao, who is at home helping his two children with their winter vacation homework, is not in the mood to take care of the car.

Seeing Li Qingfeng coming back, he threw a winter vacation homework book in Li Qingfeng's direction without even looking up: "This is your daughter's math homework, help her finish it quickly, your daughter didn't write a single word."

"Huh? What's going on? Why doesn't she do her winter vacation homework herself?" Li Qingfeng took the winter vacation homework thrown by Hu Jiabao, looking completely confused.

Helping children with their winter vacation homework? This term sounded new in the 1990s.

"If she can write it herself, then you don't have to write it for her, right?"

"Let her write it herself. I won't help her to cheat," Qingfeng Li said sternly as he threw the homework book aside.

Hu Jiabao stopped what he was doing and said helplessly, "Your daughter is studying Chinese in the room right now. School will start tomorrow. Your daughter may not be able to finish such a thick Chinese homework today. If she can't finish it tonight, what will she do when school starts tomorrow?"

"So what are you doing? Are you also doing homework for the first graders?"

"What else? I'm taking English classes."

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The corners of Li Qingfeng's mouth twitched. His daughter was simply outrageous. During the one-month winter vacation, she didn't write a single word and was just waiting for the last day to meet the deadline.

He sighed helplessly, sat on the sofa, and casually opened the math workbook that was clean and didn't even have a name written on it.

'Xiao Zhang, Xiao Wang, and Xiao Li start from the same place by the lake at the same time and walk around the lake. Xiao Zhang's speed is 5 kilometers per hour, and Xiao Wang's speed is kilometers per hour. They walk in the same direction, and Xiao Li walks in the opposite direction. Half an hour later, Xiao Zhang meets Xiao Li, and after another minutes, Xiao Li meets Xiao Wang. Find the journey around the lake.'

Looking at the application questions in the exercise book, Qingfeng Li couldn't help but take a breath.

These sixth grade questions are ridiculously difficult. They are completely different from the impression I have of sixth grade questions.

"Are these sixth-grade questions so difficult? I feel like they are beyond the syllabus. No wonder our daughter has never passed math."

Li Qingfeng, who had spent a lot of effort to solve this word problem, could not help but put down his pen and said to Hu Jiabao with emotion.

Hu Jiabao put down the pen in his hand and said seriously: "You just found out? The education competition in the capital is quite fierce. The knowledge learned from school is not enough. Many people have started to hire tutors for their children."

"Many students in the first and fifteenth grades have hired tutors from their families and have to go to cram schools on weekends. In your words, this is a serious internal competition, and it is the parents who are the ones who are in the competition."

After listening to Hu Jiabao's story, Li Qingfeng was a little shocked: "Tutor? You're looking for a tutor when you're just in elementary school?"

"You don't care about your child's education at all." Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng and explained, "Tutoring is very common nowadays. Among college tutors, students from your school and the neighboring Wudaokou are the most popular. They charge 80 yuan an hour."

"Wait, how much? How much per hour?" Hearing the figure of eighty yuan per hour, Li Qingfeng could not help but interrupt Hu Jiabao's explanation.

"Eighty yuan. For students from Peking University and Tsinghua University, this price is not high. I heard from my sister-in-law that for students from East China Normal University in Shanghai, one-on-one tutoring starts at 75 yuan an hour, and the highest is yuan an hour. Their school is also preparing to register with the Industry and Commerce Bureau to set up a tutoring company."

After listening to Hu Jiabao's story, Li Qingfeng was secretly shocked: "The income of tutoring is so high. I thought that a hundred yuan a day as a part-time college student was high enough. No wonder the college students I found from Beijing Normal University to play with in the first grade of junior high school gradually stopped coming. It turns out that they all went to earn the money as tutors."

"The five-year time deposit rate is almost up to 14 percent now. The deposit rates have been rising all the time. If you don't raise the salary, it would be strange if people are willing to come."

At this point, Hu Jiabao seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Do you still remember our first class teacher in the first grade, Teacher Zhao?"

"Remember, what happened to her?"

"She now tutors students after get off work, earning 120 yuan an hour."

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Li Qingfeng shook his head. Damn, the teachers at school started tutoring from this period on.

In 1995, the starting price for tutoring was or yuan an hour, and even then the demand could not keep up with the supply. That's how much the average person's monthly salary was in those days.

According to official statistics in the capital, the average monthly salary last year was just over 500 yuan, and employees' annual income was less than 7,000 yuan.

An employee’s monthly income is only enough to hire a tutor for his child for a few hours.

After a long silence, Qingfeng Li sighed deeply: "It's hard for poor families to produce noble children. In the future, it will be increasingly difficult to see students like us in key universities like Peking University and Tsinghua University."

"Stop, I'm not among those you mentioned. It's becoming increasingly rare to see students from families like yours," Hu Jiabao said with a smile.

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He forgot that his wife came from an educated family in an economically developed area, and her family's economic situation was quite good, which was different from his own working-class family in a small county town.

When the topic came to this point, Hu Jiabao tentatively said, "Why don't we hire a tutor for the two children? Although the grades of the first grade are hard to describe, we as parents should also try to save them. We can't let the first grade always rank last in the class."

"Hurry up and do your homework. You still have a lot of homework to make up for today in the first grade."

Hearing Hu Jiabao's words about adding more burden to his daughter, Li Qingfeng immediately changed the subject and lowered his head to help Chuyi with his math homework.

Seeing Li Qingfeng concentrating on his homework, Hu Jiabao angrily kicked Li Qingfeng's feet twice, then angrily picked up the pen he had just put down and continued with his English homework.

Li Qingfeng didn't have the idea of ​​wanting his daughter to become a successful person. His only requirement for the first grade was that she should be well-mannered. As for whether she was well-mannered or not, it didn't matter. She would be able to go to the best university in the world anyway. Why put such useless pressure on her now?
Li Qingfeng spent four hours and finished all the math homework for the first grade of junior high school before ten o'clock in the evening.

The reason why it is so fast is that it is not done properly at all. The answer comes out at a glance. The main point is a fast
After finishing all his homework, Qingfeng Li stretched and looked around.

After not finding Fifteen, he looked at Hu Jiabao beside him and asked, "Where's Fifteen? Isn't he also doing his homework in the room?"

"Do you think the fifteenth is the same as the first?" Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng in annoyance. "The fifteenth is very self-conscious. He finished his homework early. I guess he is reading in his room now."

Li Qingfeng was slightly surprised after hearing this, and then said with some satisfaction: "Hey, this boy is quite reliable. But it's also true that boys are more reliable than girls."

As he spoke, Qingfeng Li stood up, stretched his body which was a little stiff from sitting for so long, and went to Fifteen's room, intending to see what he was doing in the room.

I quietly opened the door of Fifteen's bedroom. It was pitch black. I took advantage of the light coming from the living room and looked at the bed. It was empty.

After looking around the house, Li Qingfeng glanced at Chuyi's room thoughtfully, and opened Chuyi's door calmly.

As soon as the door was opened, it was just as Li Qingfeng had expected. Chuyi was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the one studying by the lamplight at the desk was none other than his eldest son Shiwu.

Quietly glancing at Hu Jiabao, who was still catching up on his first-grade homework in the living room, Li Qingfeng slipped into the room and quietly closed the door.

Ignoring Fifteen who was helping with homework, he slapped Chuyi who was sleeping soundly twice through the quilt.

After Chuyi woke up, Li Qingfeng pinched Chuyi's face and said unhappily: "You are so bold. Your mother is still making up your winter vacation homework for you, but you actually let your brother do the rest of your homework for you while you lie on the bed and sleep soundly. If your mother saw you, she would spank you with a feather duster."

"I just took a nap in bed. You see, I haven't even taken off my clothes. I told Shiwu that when I hear my mother's voice outside, he should call me." Chuyi lifted the quilt and said with a grin.

"Hurry up and do your homework. It's time to go to bed on the 15th."

"No, I gave him fifteen cents, he should help me finish the homework."

Fifteen, who was writing furiously, stopped what he was doing, turned around and said in cooperation: "That's right, I received 300 yuan from my sister for the labor fee, so I should finish the work."

"I bought you off with just three hundred yuan. Your labor is really cheap." Li Qingfeng glared at Fifteen fiercely.

Seeing Qingfeng Li's eyes, Fifteen shrank his neck, turned his head and continued to write furiously.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Chuyi, Li Qingfeng asked with a straight face: "Since everyone has chosen to pay someone to write for them, why don't you find someone from outside? Why look for the fifteenth?"

"We should keep things within the family. We are siblings, so we should keep the business to ourselves." Chuyi was not afraid of Li Qingfeng's stern face at all. She took Li Qingfeng's arm and said with a smile.

"Fifteen is only in the third grade this year. Can he do your homework?"

"I borrowed a classmate's homework and asked Shiwu to copy the answers."

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After staying in Chuyi's room for a while, Li Qingfeng left the room and went out to help cover for the two children.

After coming out of Chuyi's room, he tiptoed back to the living room and glanced at Hu Jiabao. Seeing that she was still concentrating on her English homework and didn't notice anything unusual here, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back on the sofa, picked up the "Story Club" on the coffee table, and started reading while helping Chuyi keep watch.

At eleven o'clock, Hu Jiabao finally finished his English homework, stretched, stood up and stretched his muscles.

I raised my wrist to check the time on my watch. It was already late. I stood up and walked towards Chuyi's room to see how she was doing with her homework.

Upon seeing this, Qingfeng Li quickly cleared his throat, stood up, and followed Hu Jiabao towards Chuyi's room.

When I pushed open Chuyi's room door, what came into view was Chuyi sitting at the desk doing his homework obediently, while Shiwu was lying on Chuyi's bed and sleeping soundly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Hu Jiabao had no doubts at all and asked quietly, "How is your Chinese homework going?"

"Mom, I'm almost done. There's only a little left. I'll be done soon. I'm exhausted today."

As he spoke, Chuyi deliberately pretended to be tired and shook his right hand which was writing.

Anyone who saw that look would think that the child had a really hard time tonight.

Li Qingfeng was listening to Chuyi's ability to tell lies with open eyes from behind, and couldn't help but be amazed. This girl is really good at making up stories.

Facts have proved that what Zhang Wuji's mother Yin Susu said made sense. At such a young age as the first grade of junior high school, he already had acting skills.

When I was her age, I didn’t act so naturally.

"Who can you blame? Winter vacation homework, who told you to just play during the winter vacation?" Hu Jiabao didn't indulge Chuyi at all, and said viciously: "Forget it this time, your father and I will make up your homework for you. If you still do this after entering junior high school, I will teach you a lesson."

Chuyi nodded hurriedly, saying, "I know, Mom. I promise there won't be a next time. I will study hard and make progress every day after entering junior high school."

"No one would believe you"

Hu Jiabao glared at Chuyi and didn't believe her nonsense about studying hard at all.

He turned around and looked at Fifteen who was pretending to sleep on the bed, and said to Li Qingfeng: "Fifteen is asleep, you can carry him back to his room, so that Chuyi can finish his homework and go to bed early."

"Ok"

Li Qingfeng responded, walked forward and gently picked up Fifteen from Chuyi's bed.

Although they are both acting, the fifteenth is far inferior to the first.

Which good person sleeps with his eyes squeezed tightly? (End of this chapter)