"This is the popular city nowadays. Our Xi County is behind, but it should be popular." Shao Liang thought that Yang Rui was suppressed, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is dangerous to be too arrogant on other people's territory. Comrades from Cao Baoming and other bench press teams are helping to move cans, and their muscles are bulging, which is still a bit shocking.

"Are you selling these pants?" Yang Rui looked at the Hong Kong Apple brand jeans, but it was not funny to laugh.

In fact, Apple has indeed sold jeans, but it is difficult for Hong Kong Apple to trace its origins.

The jeans that Shao Liang took out were still thin-waisted jeans with flared legs. They were purely tasted in the 1980s, but they were very popular at this time.

"Do whatever you want." Shao Liang was worried that Yang Rui would report the news and was sloppy.

Yang Rui said "Oh" as if he was smiling.

Selling clothes in the 1980s was actually a pretty good business. There were many people who made money, especially those who were eloquent and had a bit of public taste, and it was easy to get more than 50% of the profit.

However, Yang Rui was favored by Shao Gong and could not let him be free at first glance. Concepts are concepts, commitments are promises, and they cannot be confused.

Shao Liang was wrong and said dissatisfiedly: "A pair of jeans is not good? You have a little too big. Take a closer look. Such jeans can't be bought for dozens of dollars."

"It's not a jeans." Yang Rui smiled and threw it back, saying, "Put it away, I don't wear this kind of thing."

"You can't wear it, right?" Shao Liang raised his hips in dissatisfaction, and without saying much, he put his jeans back into the Celtics bag.

Yang Rui sighed. He really couldn't wear these jeans because they were too low and were not tied around their waists. They were tied directly to their hips, so tight that it seemed as if they could squeeze out two taels of flesh.

It was the 1980s. In another 10 years, I would go where to find the pork ribs all over the streets. These pants were worn for the fat man in his previous life, and they were cut open to the material of one leg.

Shao Liang was a student after all, and couldn't figure out what Yang Rui thought, so he couldn't help asking: "What do you want? Just tell me, just choose one for you?"

The most expensive one on him was his jeans, which cost 22 yuan, and then there were Huili shoes, but they were all hard currency on the street.

Yang Rui smiled and shook his head, saying, "I said I would give you a tutoring, just to give you a tutoring. There is no need to discuss this matter, otherwise I can't tell Mr. Shao."

"I just said that I'll finish the tutoring work here?"

"No." Yang Rui shook his head, slowed down for a moment, and said, "Let me say that. No matter how good your previous grades are, I dare not say that I can get into a junior college and technical school. If I work harder, it is not difficult for junior college. The undergraduate degree depends on your foundation, but it is also very opportunity. No matter what, I suggest you give it a try and don't rush to draw conclusions."

The teaching level of the factory-run middle school in the Meat and Meat Factory is much worse than that of Xibao Middle School. Not to mention the top students in the re-education class, most of the students in the second year of high school are also better than them.

But as Yang Rui said, as long as students who go to high school normally, that is, those who can achieve the average score in the middle school entrance examination, can actually be admitted to college and technical secondary school with some skills.

Of course, the degree of college and technical school is the same as that of high school. It is equivalent to wasting three years of time and changing the allocation quota. It cannot be said that it is a good choice.

But then again, the allocation of places represented by colleges and technical secondary schools is also valuable. With Shao Gong's ability, arranging a high school graduate to return to the factory and arranging a technical secondary school student to return to the factory is not only different in difficulty, but also in different job types.

At least by the mid-1990s, the technical secondary school was a reasonable diploma, much better than high school, especially at the grassroots level.

The children of factory-run middle schools have no record of getting into college, and many students work hard to repeat the study just to get a college and technical secondary school place.

Yang Rui felt that he could make such a guarantee, which was worthy of Shao Gong's help.

However, Shao Liang was not grateful and said anxiously: "You lied to my dad, I won't pursue you, don't delay my time."

He pointed to the red apple icon on his thigh and said, "Do you know how much money I can make in a day? Alas, I'll let you guess what, come on, I'll leave first, don't contact me if you have time."

Shao Liang turned his back and waved twice in the air with a handsome movement.

Yang Rui looked down at his green army pants, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He said again: "You stay for a while, don't leave, Baoming..."

Just two seconds after he finished speaking, Cao Baoming caught Shao Liang, who was slow to react.

Shao Liang struggled for a few times but couldn't get rid of it. He glared at Yang Rui angrily and anxiously and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"It's too late. You go with us to thank our teachers first. When we're back, let's talk." Yang Rui called Su Yi in again and asked him and Cao Baoming to escort Shao Liang.

Seeing these two men with a treacherous back and a bear-waisted waist, Shao Liang immediately became depressed and said, "I didn't expect you to be on the street."

"What am I doing on the street?" Yang Rui shook his head.

However, Su Yi knew some street tricks, looked down at Shao Liang's Huili shoes, bent down and took off his shoes. After turning his hands, he tied the shoes of his two feet together.

"Okay, just walk ahead of us. Don't blame me for not reminding you that you are walking slowly, I beat you, you are walking quickly, I beat you. If you dare to run, don't let me catch up. Otherwise, I will give you as much as you let me run. Do you understand?" Su Yi patted Shao Liang's cheek, and the calluses on his palm made life hurt.

Shao Liang secretly sold goods on the street. As many people knew, he immediately made a judgment and bowed his head obediently and said, "I understand."

Su Yi nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly stepped on his feet, crawled with a big horse, and said, "What do you understand? Do you know how I beat someone? You understand?"

Yang Rui was stunned. As a fat man born in the 1980s, although he had experienced the 1980s, he had never been a young man in the 1980s. How could he know that the students at this time were so vigorous?

Shao Liang knew it, got up all of his mind, and said more obediently: "You are right, I am wrong."

"Stop making trouble again, be sure, lead the way." Su Yi raised his head and kicked him lightly.

Shao Liang smiled like nothing happened.

This is considered campus violence. Yang Rui thought about it, but he didn't say much.

Although campus violence is a very serious issue in the eyes of people in the 21st century, in the 1980s, "campus violence" was not an effective noun, it was not even a noun.

Students are beaten by teachers, students are beaten by students, students' noses are broken, and students' faces are swollen - in the eyes of many, this is nothing.

Compared with the violence in society, the school still seems simple and pure.

On the other hand, violence is indeed the fastest way to execute personal will. Shao Liang, who no longer clamors, was like a ghost, following Yang Rui, and did not dare to cause any trouble.

The members of the Ruixue Group came to the dormitory area with a large number of items.

"Bang bang"

"Bang bang bang"

Yang Rui first knocked on the door of Teacher Li Xiumei's house. She was elected as the "most popular female teacher" and received more than half of the votes.

With a "click", the door opened.

A man showed his head. He looked at the students outside strangely, nodded, and turned around and shouted, "Xiumei, your student."

Liu Shan and Huang Ren stood on both sides of Yang Rui, holding the things in their hands nervously.

The footsteps rang out quickly, and within a few seconds, Teacher Li Xiumei opened the door and showed a surprised expression: "What's wrong? So many people."

"Teacher Li, we are here to thank the teacher." Yang Rui said respectfully, and with a move from behind, the second group members who were ready immediately beat the gongs and drums and lit firecrackers.

Gongs and drums are standard in the school’s sports room. Whether it is a sports meeting or a leader’s inspection, it will definitely not work without the cooperation of Gongs and drums.

The firecrackers were 200 yuan bought at the foot of the mountain and the earth was red, with loud and crisp sounds. In a few strokes, the teachers in the dormitory area started to quarrel.

In the 1980s, there was no concept of commercial housing, and the land belonged to the country. Teachers who were not in the local area would live in the school dormitory. The entire dormitory area was like a small community, with teachers, family members, and children. In a short while, Teacher Li Xiumei's house was blocked.

At the same time as the firecrackers were set off, Yang Rui immediately shouted: "Thank you, Teacher Li Xiumei for your teaching. You are the most popular female teacher selected by your classmates."

Then, all members of the Ruixue Group, including Yang Rui, bowed straight as if they were pulled.

The neat movements give people a very formal feeling.

Li Xiumei, who has a gentle personality, was stunned, as if she had not figured out the situation at all.

The people watching the fun were also stunned.

The celebration of gongs, drums and firecrackers was not invented by Yang Rui. In the past ten years, the educated youth went to the countryside, supported the frontier and other activities have been accompanied by this lively scene.

But what happened in front of me was obviously different.

Yang Rui smiled, took the gift box containing four cans from Wang Guohua, handed it to Teacher Li Xiumei, and sang: "Teacher Li, the four cans here are the prizes of the most popular female teacher. Please pack them. At the same time, on behalf of the members of the Ruixue Group, I would like to thank you again for your dedication."

The students bowed again and then dispersed.

Only then did Li Xiumei get to know the situation and said a little embarrassedly: "Don't be like this..."

"It is not a simple thing to be popular with most students. I believe that Teacher Li has done a lot of money and everyone just wants to express his gratitude..." Yang Rui himself has been a tutor for several years, and he knows how difficult it is to be welcomed by students.

Students are very sensitive groups, especially middle school students, who are in the period of reshaping their values. If they do not improve their academic performance, they will be welcomed by them. Similarly, laissez-faire is not the key to popularity.

To satisfy students and be welcomed by students, we need to communicate patiently and meticulously, teach carefully, in-depth care and full delegation of power... In short, it is much more difficult to make students in a class like themselves than to make leaders like themselves.

Because of this, although Yang Rui prepared the content of his speech in advance, his tone was extremely sincere.

Li Xiumei felt something, and the corners of her eyes became wet involuntarily.

In a township middle school, as an ordinary teacher, it keeps shining and heating, which is itself a kind of dedication.

Working six days a week and working more than ten hours a day is simple to do.

Criticizing endless homework, copying various test papers, and constantly analyzing and understanding students' needs is a complex effort.

Talk to students, help them, protect them, and sponsor them, this is a difficult effort.

Li Xiumei doesn't need others to thank her for her dedication, but she does need her own efforts and efforts to be recognized.

The students' affirmation is undoubtedly the most sincere and valuable.

Almost in an instant, Li Xiumei's literary consciousness was seduced, and two lines of tears also slid down along her cheeks.

"Mom. Why are you crying?" A small head thrust his father's calves and poked it out.

"Mom didn't cry, she was happy." Li Xiumei bent down and picked up her daughter.

The five-year-old girl, ignorant and cute, reached out to wipe away her mother's tears, but attracted more tears and couldn't help but fall into confusion.

Looking at his daughter's expression, Li Xiumei wanted to cry and laugh.

In order to facilitate work, she was cruelly weaned her daughter when she was 9 months old.

In order to prepare lessons, she often works until late at night, and her daughter and husband can't sleep well.
To be continued...