"Vomit!" He Ping retching while brushing his teeth. He didn't know how he got home last night. When he got up, he felt a split headache. He swears that he will never drink so much wine again.

Xiaozhuer went to school, and the little one got up in the morning and prepared the meal early.

Children nowadays are sensible. He Ping feels like a heartless landlord exploiting child labor.

No, if the child is so sensible, he must give him some rewards.

Well, I have to buy the copybook.

Thinking about Xiao Zhu'er's expression of ecstasy expression when he saw the copybook, He Ping stretched with satisfaction. How dedicated, I, an old father, are!

This fatherly love is like a mountain... collapsed and broken.

After having breakfast, He Ping walked around the chicken farm and everything was in order.

Today it happened to be Aunt Qiufen on duty, working hard to clean the chicken coop. Uncle Wei Guo, who was not expected to be peaceful, was also helping.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Since the last time my mother-in-law exposed it in public, these two people have stopped betraying others. They are always together, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

He Ping let out a wretched laughter, which caused Uncle Wei Guo to laugh and scold him.

He Ping was in a good mood and went to the incubation room again. The chicken farm has maintained a small but continuous hatching mode. He sold 200 half-large chickens some time ago, but recently he made up for it, and there are still 2,600 chickens.

Han Zhaojun was flipping eggs on the kang and greeted He Ping.

"I see that many chickens outside are about to grow."

"Yes, Uncle Cai said that at most a month later, chickens will have to lay eggs. Our feed is well matched and the chickens grow fast. If they are raised at home, they will have to be at least eight or nine months before they can lay eggs."

"Thanks to Uncle Cai, it seems that we can share some money for the members by the end of the year."

Although He Ping was sure that the chicken farm was only investing but not reporting, the collective enterprise was not owned, especially at the end of the year, there was no movement, and there was someone in the team to spread gossip.

"Yes, but Brother He Ping, should we wait and get dividends? I think we should expand the scale, and now we have the conditions!"

Han Zhaojun stayed in the chicken farm for longer than He Ping every day, and he really regarded the chicken farm as his career.

"Egg laying starts next month, and there are nearly three months left by the end of the year, so let's divide it first. The income after the New Year will be used to enrich the chicken farm. I have been busy all year round, so I will share some money for everyone first. As the money is seen, the members will be more concerned about our chicken farm work, right?"

He Ping said with a serious attitude.

Han Zhaojun thought about it and said that the same is true.

After patrolling the chicken farm, He Ping rode his bicycle to the county town.

Yesterday I was just spending time asking for tables and chairs for elementary school, and forgot to buy copybooks for Xiaozhuer.

Nowadays, there is only one Xinhua Bookstore in the county town, in Dongguan. Like all department stores, all the books are placed flat on the bookshelves.

When He Ping entered the door, there were two salesmen at the counter, one was looking down and reading, while the other was sitting on a chair and dozing off.

The counter of Xinhua Bookstore is very high. He Ping needs to lie on the counter if he wants to see the name of the book clearly.

"Comrade, I'll buy a hard pen copybook."

He Ping said to the salesperson who was flipping books.

"Hard pen copybook?" the salesperson raised his head, "Wait a moment?"

The salesperson rummaged through the counter for a while, and finally found a book and threw it on the counter, causing a stream of dust.

Good guy, this is the old vanilla that has been stored for how long.

He Ping picked it up and looked at it. The cover with red and white intersecting, with the six words "Pen regular copybook" written on it, published by Shanghai Publishing House.

Open the title page, it was published in 1972, and it has been 7 years since then, no wonder it is covered with dust.

"Comrade, do you have the kind of copybook here that you can practice calligraphy for your children?"

He Ping looked through the copybook. It was different from the copybook he had come into contact with when he was a child. The first time he heard that the hard pen copybook was when he was in the first and second grades of elementary school, that is, in the 95th and 96th grade. That was when Pang Zhonghua was popular all over China. Almost every child in the school he attended was tortured by Pang Zhonghua's hard pen copybook.

The salesperson in front of him obviously had never heard of the hard copybooks that He Ping said, and shook his head and said no.

The salesperson's words made He Ping's mind suddenly appear, as if he had caught something.

"How much?"

After buying the copybook, He Ping rode his bike back, thinking about the thought that came out of his mind just now, elementary school, poverty, calligraphy, all of this gradually connected, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible.

He Ping rode his bike thoughtfully and suddenly came to his senses, only to find that he had reached the gate of Dingtun Primary School.

He smiled and happened to have arrived at the place, so he went in and asked.

He Ping found Principal Wang and asked about his pen calligraphy.

It turned out that Principal Wang's grandfather was a scholar from the previous dynasty. Although the dynasty changed later, the atmosphere of studying and practicing calligraphy at home did not change. Principal Wang followed his father to practice calligraphy when he was young. When he was in middle school, the founding of New China, and the pen became popular among students. At that time, Deng Sanmu and Mr. Bai Jiao published a version of "Print Style", and he began to practice calligraphy. Now, thirty years have passed, the calligraphy of the pen can be said to be perfect.

He Ping expressed his thoughts. He wanted Principal Wang to write a set of copybooks for primary school students to practice, and commissioned a printing factory to print it into groove copybooks, so that people could sell it to various primary and secondary schools.

"Can this work?" Principal Wang has lived at such an old age and has never done such a thing.

"How can you know if you don't try it?"

"My handwriting is not as good as it can make people copy the calligraphy, and it makes people laugh at it if I tell it."

Principal Wang obviously lacked confidence in himself, so He Ping instigated: "You are too modest. Let's not talk about the field of brush calligraphy. Just talking about these hard pens, there is no one who can compete with you among the people I have met."

"This...you let me think about it."

For a honest person like Principal Wang who has devoted himself to education for half his life, He Ping's words are too informative and it takes some time to clarify the clue.

He Ping could understand it too, so he didn't say more.

After thinking for a long time, Principal Wang finally asked, "You said you want to sell copybooks, how to solve the problem of printing? Who can sell them in the name of whom? You can't sell them in our private name, right? What if you can't sell them?"

After asking a series of questions, He Ping was not surprised but happy. His thoughts were so comprehensive, which shows that Principal Wang had thought about it seriously.

"That's what I think. You are responsible for the content of the copybook. I personally pay some money. We entrusted the printing factory to print in the name of Dingtun Primary School's factory. After the printing is completed, I am responsible for sending someone to sell it. If I lose money, I will just take back the capital. Even if the remaining funds are the school management funds of our Dingtun Primary School, I have no objection to whether it is used to improve the teaching environment or improve the personal living conditions of teachers."

Principal Wang was silent for a while after hearing He Ping's words, "What are you trying to do?"
Chapter completed!