Li Miaoyu was silent for a while and then asked: "No one cares?"
"Yes, I have!"
Wei Qingfan smiled and said, "We are a country ruled by law, a socialist country where the people are the masters of the country. If the people have grievances, there will definitely be someone to take care of them. Let alone work-related injuries, things like 996,007 and other things that squeeze and exploit the working people are definitely not allowed."
Legal... This is what our ancestors fought for with their blood.
"But having said that, the country wants to develop. We don't have the plunder and accumulation of the colonial era. If we want to build modernization, if we want to find a development path under the pressure of foreign powers, if we want to live a good life, someone has to work hard, right?"
He rambled casually, trying to change the subject, but after a pause, he continued: "I actually wanted to talk about you two that day. Everything is too much and too little. Of course, I don't mean this.
Just a reminder that kindness is a good thing, but try to keep it within a reasonable range."
Li Miaoyu blinked, "What about?"
"For example, you gave the learning machine to that little girl."
Wei Qingfan said seriously, "If you didn't see the look in my grandparents' eyes at that time, they almost thought you were a human trafficker, or suspected that there was a poison hidden in the learning machine... That thing shouldn't be cheap, right?"
Li Miaoyu thought for a moment and said, "It's okay."
Wei Qingfan pouted, "You might as well give it to me."
"You don't need it."
Li Miaoyu rolled her eyes at him, then bit her lip again, as if a little aggrieved, and whispered: "I understand what you mean, my parents also said it, but I don't want to change it..."
She then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm very smart and won't become a farmer bitten by a snake, and it's not a big deal."
Wei Qingfan nodded and asked, "When will you go home?"
Li Miaoyu looked at his watch and said, "Is it already half past four?"
"How about leaving now?"
"Um."
Neither of them borrowed the books, but returned them to their original places, walked out of the library together, and took the bus home.
Wei Qingfan returned home, had dinner, and went to the classroom to make up for Friday's lessons. Li Miaoyu came a little later and was silently studying the missed lessons.
Cao Ze didn't come until the preparation bell rang again. Wei Qingfan didn't see him for two days and didn't pay attention to him. He was just studying.
Cao Ze came over, obviously feeling guilty, and told him about the assignments assigned by the teachers of each subject. Wei Qingfan had already learned about them from Xie Yao, but he still listened carefully to Cao Ze's explanation.
If nothing unexpected happened, the essay competition had come to an end. He had no hope of winning the prize and continued his busy high school life. Little did he know that in the provincial capital hundreds of miles away, there were still people fighting for his qualification to win the prize.
effort.
On Monday morning, the award panel gathered again. Song Chengye was the person in charge, but was not responsible for specific affairs and came a little later.
Jiang Qifeng then took out the test paper again and asked several teachers to take a look.
A teacher said: "Professor Jiang, we have all read the article. It is indeed well written. We all have no objections to this. This is not the aspect that we are hesitant about."
Another teacher said: "And this student is from the county..."
Students' information cannot be viewed during marking, but when entering the assessment, they have already seen the candidate's information for each test paper.
"What happened to the county town?"
Jiang Qifeng frowned and said displeasedly, "Who stipulates that students from the county cannot win awards?"
The grading teachers are all from the provincial capital. No one is a sage. Who can have no selfish motives? Moreover, in terms of quality, the compositions of students from the provincial capital are generally better. According to the practice of similar competitions in previous years, most of the winning places are
Provincial capital.
Hearing what Jiang Qifeng said, many marking teachers had unpleasant expressions on their faces, and no one spoke for a long time.
Jiang Qifeng said: "If there is no objection, then it's settled. This article has officially entered the awards. From now on, we can't talk about violations and other things, only the quality of the article."
A teacher asked: "Don't you wait, Director Song?"
Jiang Qifeng said: "He is not responsible for this, I have the final say."
"Isn't this good?"
"What's wrong? Look at this article. I've been writing articles for decades, but I can't even finish it..."
Just as he was talking, Song Chengye came in. Jiang Qifeng glanced at him and sat down without saying anything.
Song Chengye greeted each teacher with a smile on his face, and one teacher told him something.
Song Chengye seemed to have lost his temper, and his attitude was not as firm as yesterday. He smiled and said: "Since Team Leader Jiang has decided on this matter, let's continue with the award evaluation."
Yesterday, he had a red-faced argument with Jiang Qifeng over this matter. Today, his attitude suddenly changed. The other teachers were a little surprised.
However, many people heard what he meant. It was Jiang Qifeng who decided the matter. If something went wrong later, it would naturally be Jiang Qifeng's responsibility.
Jiang Qifeng sneered and said, "Don't worry, Director Song. If something happens, you don't need to blame me. I will bear it myself."
Song Chengye sighed: "Team Leader Jiang is out of touch when he speaks like this. Everyone works together to run the competition well. During this period, everyone has put in hard work and effort. No one wants to cause trouble, let alone
I’ll put a hat on you.”
"I am not afraid of slanting shadows." Jiang Qifeng chuckled.
Song Chengye smiled and said: "Then let's judge the awards."
Nearly 500 students entered the provincial competition, but in the end there were only over 60 winning places.
This competition is organized by the Provincial Education Bureau. Although you cannot get extra points in the college entrance examination, you can get admission with reduced points in some majors. In many cases, this may be a crucial step to a prestigious school.
There were too many teachers, and soon there was a quarrel. Each teacher wanted to compete for more places in his own school, but he obviously didn't care about students who were not from his own school.
"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel!"
Jiang Qifeng also suffered a headache from the quarrel, "This is to evaluate the quality of the article, not to divide the pork by school... first prize and special prize will be evaluated first!"
The two marking groups quickly took out the articles recommended by each other. Jiang Qifeng flipped through the pages and said, "Isn't the article "My Surname" not there?"
…
In the evening, Jiang Qifeng, who barely finished half of the award-winning work, took the bus back home. His daughter had to study in the evening and would not have dinner at home.
He ate a bowl of noodles in the restaurant downstairs, then wandered to the bookstore and bought two books. When he got home, he read them eagerly. He didn't come back to his senses until his daughter came back.
"You're back? Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"
Jiang Qifeng is not good at cooking, but he doesn't care about the taste and is a very considerate daughter.
Jiang Qinghuai shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, and your cooking skills are not as good as my instant noodles."
Jiang Qifeng said: "That's okay. If you want to cook it, cook some for me."
"If you want to eat, just say so~"
Jiang Qinghuai rolled his eyes, put down his schoolbag, and went to the kitchen to cook instant noodles.
She quickly cooked the noodles, heated up the leftovers in the refrigerator, and put them on the dining table. The father and daughter sat across from each other and ate.
Jiang Qifeng was eating noodles and seemed to think of something, saying: "The results of the awards are almost there, but there is no one for you."
"No, that's fine."
Jiang Qinghuai was not surprised at all and murmured softly, "Since I was a kid, when did I win an award when you were a judge?"
"What you wrote is indeed a bit lacking."
Jiang Qifeng subconsciously wanted to comment and give some advice, but saw that his daughter's expression seemed unhappy, so he held back.
He thought for a while, thought of a topic, and said: "But there is also good news. There is an essay that is very good, but the last name was written. The group of people insisted that it was against the rules. I argued for several days before I saved the article...
…”
He told the story with some pride. Jiang Qinghuai frowned and couldn't help but said: "You are already old, why don't you have a long memory? No matter how good the article is, if you want it to win an award,
There is also another way, there is no need to offend people so much..."
"Oh, you don't understand this."
Jiang Qifeng waved his hands and said, "People are like this in this society. They cannot compromise. As long as there is a little compromise, they will continue to compromise. I just want to draw a clear line with them and I will never join in with them."
Jiang Qinghuai said dissatisfied: "Why are you collaborating?"
"As judges, they only see a few places in their own school. Isn't it dirty enough?"
After Jiang Qifeng finished speaking, he found that he was a little excited. He was afraid that his daughter would be angry, so he quickly changed the topic and said: "The title of his essay is "My Surname". It is very well written, novel, profound, and very thoughtful."
Jiang Qinghuai's expression looked very helpless, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade his father, and he didn't want to quarrel with him, so he calmed down his emotions, showed a smile and said: "Who can write so well? It's really rare for you to praise me like this.
.”
"A student from a small county town."
Seeing that his daughter was not angry, Jiang Qifeng seemed to be quite interested, so he kept talking, "The beginning of his article is very good, starting with his own surname, Wei, from Luwei, I have known her before.
He had never heard of this surname, so he derived it from here because he had never heard of any famous person with the same surname.
"Look at our surname Jiang. We have had celebrities from ancient times to the present. For example, the Jiang family in Jiyang and the Jiang family in Huaiyang were all famous surnames in ancient times..."
He digressed 80,000 miles from the topic. Jiang Qinghuai seemed to be used to it and listened silently without reminding him.
"The origin of his surname Wei is not clear. I even checked it out, but I couldn't find out the specific origin. According to his own essay, he said it may have come from Zhao Dingchen of the Northern Dynasty, because this Zhao Dingchen was called 'Weixi Weng'... This
It's all mentioned in his composition.
"He extended it to the origin of the surname from here, and then came the most important section, which I think is the most exciting section. I memorized it, and I will recite it to you. Listen to it and compare your differences."
Jiang Qifeng finished eating the noodles, then waved his hand to signal his daughter to listen carefully, and began to recite:
"I feel that there are two long lines of blood in my body, one from my father and one from my mother; they also have two long lines of blood, one from their father and one from their mother; in my
Grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents each have two long lines of blood... Such long lines of blood form a huge, dense network that stretches against the long river of time to the origin of human civilization.
"Suddenly, I seemed to see faces one after another along the bloodline network. They are my ancestors, and their blood flows in my body. I live on the same land as them, looking up at the same starry sky, admiring
Staring at the same moon, using the same words..."
Jiang Qinghuai didn't pay attention at first, just listening quietly to satisfy his father's desire for expression, but as he listened, he became serious.