Chapter 492 The First Money Earned From Music (1/2 Monthly Pass)
"Tian Dahe, how much is your red envelope?"
"I don't know. Teacher Yang was here just now. Where can I look at it?"
"Come on, look, look!"
At around ten o'clock in the evening, on the way back to the dormitory in the car, the students couldn't hold it any longer, and they opened the red envelopes like Tang Zhenliang and Tian Dahe.
"Two hundred dollars!"
"Wow, so many?"
"How much are you?"
"Two hundred dollars for me too!"
"Then you say that I have more? Aren't they all the same?"
Tang Zhenliang and Tian Dahe are like two living treasures. You and I turn the dialogue into a cross talk.
"I think Teacher Yang is very generous. We didn't even sing much, so we just recited a few lines back and forth, and we got two hundred yuan!"
Tang Zhenliang held the opened red envelope tightly with both hands and was reluctant to put it in his pocket for fear of losing it.
"Yes, my dad is reluctant to give me two hundred yuan in red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. He and my mother only have two hundred yuan together, and Teacher Yang gives me two hundred yuan!"
Tian Dahe said happily.
"What are you going to do with these two hundred dollars? Buy something?"
Tang Zhenliang asked.
"I want to buy clothes, one for my mother and one for my grandmother. My mother will go home tomorrow, and she will be very happy then. What about you, do you buy it?"
Tian Dahe thought for a while and said.
"I don't know, I don't really want to buy it, I want to save the money."
Tang Zhenliang hesitated for a moment.
His family situation is much worse than that of Tian Dahe’s family!
Tian Dahe doesn't need to worry about the two hundred yuan, because although his parents work hard, they still send money back every month to subsidize the family.
But Tang Zhenliang’s family is hard to describe. Tang Zhenliang still received subsidies from the school and the city to study.
Therefore, he never thought about spending money casually. If he had money, he would save it. He might have more important uses in the future.
While Tang Zhenliang and Tian Dahe were muttering, Pan Qian, who was in charge of their group, stood up.
"Have you all received the red envelope from Teacher Yang? The teacher advises you not to spend the money in it. Prices in Beijing are actually quite expensive! For example, today we went to the Forbidden City. The souvenirs sold in the Forbidden City are not cheap.
A notebook costs 40 yuan, a canvas bag costs 80 yuan..."
Pan Qian actually also knows that these cultural and creative products have some cultural value attached to them. It is normal for them to be a little expensive, and they are not too outrageous.
But for the children of Jincheng Middle School Bowen School who live in poverty and whose families are poor, every penny they have should be spent wisely. It is really inappropriate to buy these premium products just for the sake of appearance.
"Teacher, can I buy clothes if I want to? Buy them for my mother!"
Tian Dahe raised his hand and asked.
"Okay, if you really want to buy it, you can tell the teacher. The teacher will check if there is a cheaper place selling clothes and find a time to take you there. But it's best to save some money and come.
Teacher Yang is responsible for almost all the expenses when you arrive in the capital! Teacher Yang also arranged for someone to take photos for everyone. When you go back, each of you will be given a photo album to record every bit of your time in the capital. This is originally
It’s a great souvenir…”
Pan Qian knew that they still had the right to control their own money, so she could only give some advice, hoping that the students would cherish the fruits of their labor and not waste it because they bought something that was too expensive.
"I also think you don't need to buy clothes here. You can ask Teacher Pan to help you buy them online. They are cheaper online and can be sent directly to your home!"
Tang Zhenliang poked Tian Dahe, and Tian Dahe visibly hesitated.
"teacher......"
From the front row, there was also a quieter voice, it was Zhou Haiyan who was raising his hand.
The little girl had also opened the red envelope. Regardless of the difference with Tang Zhenliang who was reluctant to let it go, she carefully took out the money inside and hid it in a small pocket sewn into the lining of her bottom layer of clothing.
This little pocket was sewn for her by her grandmother. She was afraid that she would need money when she went to the capital, so she put five hundred yuan in it for her.
Of course, Zhou Haiyan didn't use any of the money. As long as they didn't buy anything themselves, they didn't have to spend a penny during the entire activity.
Just like when they came back from the Forbidden City today, the activity manager took them to a Beijing roast duck restaurant to eat roast duck, and the children didn't have to pay for it themselves.
Now, Zhou Haiyan has an extra two hundred yuan in her pocket. Maybe she doesn't even dare to change her bottoming shirt these days!
"Teacher, Teacher Yang said, let us go back and practice the song "Young China Talk" carefully. We will record the official version in the future. Will you still come to us?"
After Zhou Haiyan was agreed by the teacher, she stood up and asked expectantly.
"Yes! That's what Teacher Yang said. Moreover, after everyone goes back, they should practice hard during the Spring Festival, because when it comes to the official recording, they will be selected and only ten to twenty students will have a chance."
Pan Qian summarized what Yang Qian meant.
Hearing what the teacher said, many students subconsciously touched their pockets, where they held the lyrics that Yang Qian had given them before.
Don’t lose this, you’ll have to practice it when you get back!
The naive students even decided to go back to the dormitory and copy it all over again.
"Teacher, how about we sing it together now?"
Tian Dahe suggested loudly.
"Okay, but can you sing?"
Pan Qian asked with a smile.
Yang Qian was mainly singing just now. They were only responsible for reciting the lyrics. How many times will they be able to sing?
Pan Qian didn't dare to say that she knew how to sing after listening to it a few times outside. After all, she had no musical talent.
"I know it!"
Tian Dahe puffed up his chest proudly.
Zhou Haiyan can also sing. Her musical talent is no worse than Tian Dahe's. And even if she can't, there is music score on the paper. The teacher has taught them how to read music and they can hum it just by looking at the music score.
"Natian Dahe, please lead everyone to sing together!"
Pan Qian agreed.
"The wisdom of a young man is the wisdom of a country, one, two, three, start!"
Tian Dahe is very courageous and has a natural leadership spirit. When the teacher gives him a task, he immediately starts to give instructions loudly.
This group of children really has a tacit understanding. Even though they may not be familiar with it, they read loudly together and sang along with classmates such as Tian Dahe and Zhou Haiyan who learned quickly.
"Youth has its own characteristics, youth is crazy,
My heart is like the blazing sun, the light of thousands of feet,
Thousands of obstacles stand in my way, I will go through it,
Today I am the only one, young man..."
Later, they sang better and better, and their voices became louder and louder. The street lights were reflected from the window, and every student opened and closed their mouths with serious eyes.
The driver was driving. Although he had no time to look at what was going on in the car, listening to the deafening singing made his blood boil with passion. If it were not for the safety of these children, he would have wanted to drive the car seventy miles