At Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill Primary School, school was about to end, and the primary school students who had been waiting all afternoon stood up impatiently and were ready to go out to have fun.
Yan Bugui picked up the blackboard eraser and knocked on the podium, "Now there is something you need to tell your parents when you go back."
"Recently, some students' grades have plummeted. They can't even recite "Wang's Second Primary School" proficiently. If this continues, they will definitely not be admitted to the upper primary school."
"It just so happens that there is a tutoring class in the courtyard of the steel rolling mill. From 5 to 6:30 every afternoon, I will be there to help everyone with their homework."
"By the way, this tutoring class is called [Little Saplings Grow Strong Class]."
Mentioning this name, Yan Bugui couldn't help but marvel, Li Donglai is really good at naming.
Children are the future of the motherland, and it depends on them to build the motherland in the future.
A small sapling will one day grow into a towering tree.
This kind of thing not only makes money, but also brings great benefits!
"Tutoring? What is it? Can it be eaten?"
"It doesn't matter whether it can be eaten or not, what the teacher said is right anyway."
...
When the students heard Yan Bugui's words, they all became curious, and they all nodded and asked their parents to sign up when they got back.
Although they don't know what a tutoring class is, having a teacher to help them with their homework is better than having their parents force them to do their homework with a stick.
Hey, simple and naive children, how can they know that people's hearts are sinister.
...
Yan Bugui may have felt that the five yuan that Li Donglai paid each month was too much, and he deceived the students in his class, so he sneaked into other classrooms and told the story about the tutoring class.
This includes Class 1 and Class 2.
"Teacher Ran, may I say a few words?" Yan Bugui rushed to the podium with joy.
What's going on?
Ran Qiu wanted to stop him, but in the end he had no choice but to stand aside.
There is no way, she comes from a scholarly family, and Yan Bugui is a third-generation commoner.
Yan Bugui looked at the little heads moving below and waved his hands, "Dear lambs, I have some good news for you."
"...."
After listening to Yan Bugui's passionate propaganda, Ran Qiuye also became interested in the "Small Saplings Thriving Class".
As a teacher, she also has a headache for parents of children.
These days, as long as you can add and subtract decimals, you are already ahead of 50% of people.
Asking these parents to help take care of their children's homework will only result in a lot of chaos and sticks.
In this world, any conscientious teacher hopes that children can learn more knowledge.
Now that she heard that Yan Bugui was going to start a tutoring class, she also wanted to join.
Anyway, she was single, so when she went back from school every day, she could only stay in her room and read some ancient poems.
This is obviously contrary to the above-mentioned guideline of ‘intellectuals should go among the masses’.
Her father also heard some rumors and repeatedly expressed that he wanted Ran Qiuye to do more things to get involved with the masses.
But, Ran Qiuye is an intellectual, why should he clean the toilet?
It is also a good opportunity to help children with their homework.
When Yan Bugui walked down the podium happily, Ran Qiuye came up to greet him, "Teacher Yan, is this tutoring class still short of teachers?"
Lack of teachers??
Is this little girl here to grab a job?
Yan Bugui's hair suddenly stood up, like a hedgehog. He said with a smile, "There should be no shortage, this, that..."
Ran Qiuye saw Yan Bugui's eyes moving around and naturally understood what he was thinking.
I sighed in my heart, what a great opportunity, just lost.
Is it my fault that I come from a scholarly family?
Ran Qiuye walked out of the classroom in despair, pushing his bicycle.
After taking just two steps, I heard a crisp call from behind.
"Teacher, do you want to be a teacher in the [Little Saplings Grow Strong] class?"
She turned her head and saw Li Xiaomei running towards her.
Ran Qiuye's face was instantly filled with a smile. She liked Li Xiaomei very much.
I like to help my classmates, have good academic performance, and listen carefully in class.
Ran Qiuye smiled and said, "Li Xiaomei, how do you know?"
"I just heard it from the sidelines." Li Xiaomei smiled.
Being able to let Teacher Ran teach in a tutoring class would not create opportunities for her and her brother.
Ran Qiuye smiled bitterly, "I want to help, but Teacher Yan said there is no shortage of teachers."
Ran Qiuye said, patting the back seat of the car, "The teacher happens to be fine, so I'll take you home. Your brother will get off work soon, and I just happened to stop by for a home visit."
help??
Then there is no need to pay. Li Xiaomei's eyes lit up. She jumped on the back seat of the bicycle, whispered into Ran Qiuye's ear, "Teacher, let me tell you, this tutoring class is run by my brother. Wait.
I'll go home and ask him to agree to help you."
Li Xiaomei deliberately emphasized the word "help" very strongly.
Just kidding, Teacher Ran is such a good teacher and is willing to work as a free labor force. Where can I find such a good thing?
"Really?" Ran Qiuye looked at the white clouds on the horizon, a little confused, "Your brother is not a doctor, so how can he run a tutoring class?"
"Because my brother is the best person in the world!" Li Xiaomei praised Li Donglai like a flower.
Yi Zhonghai could see through Li Donglai's plan, but Ran Qiuye believed that Li Donglai was really doing it for the best of his children.
Moreover, Teacher Yan said that even children who do not pay can participate in the "Small Saplings Grow Strong" class.
Even Li Donglai, a third-generation farmhand, is so enlightened, and I, Ran Qiuye, cannot lag behind.
Please let me water the saplings!
Ran Qiuye made up his mind and took Li Xiaomei to the courtyard.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she met Shazhu and Qin Huairu, who were playing and talking under the big locust tree.
Today, the leader was running a small stove in the cafeteria. Silly Zhu got a chicken leg and hid it in the lunch box.
Before the workers got off work, they sneaked back first.
"Chicken legs?" Qin Huairu's breathing quickened as she looked at the big, shiny chicken drumsticks in the box.
Qin Huairu's expression made Silly Zhu very proud. He came close to Qin Huairu, smelled the intoxicating aroma coming from her body, and said with an intoxicated look on his face: "How is it? You haven't eaten it before, right?"
Silly Zhu's anxious look made Qin Huairu a little disgusted, but looking at the chicken legs, she couldn't get rid of him.
Qin Huairu closed the aluminum lunch box and said with a smile: "I know you took the trouble, but today I really annoyed her grandma and asked about the two hundred yuan again."
"She said that you didn't take the money over because you wanted to default on your debt."
"At that time, I covered for you and said nice things to you. After talking for a long time, she calmed down and stopped scolding you in the courtyard."
Qin Huairu knows that the best way to control a man is to constantly suppress him and make him immersed in guilt forever.
Sure enough, when Silly Zhu heard this, he immediately lowered his head and rubbed the leaves on the ground with his toes.
"I've been scraping together money these past two days. That's two hundred yuan. I only get thirty-seven and a half yuan a month..."
Qin Huairu also accepted the request and said with a smile: "Sister, I know you are in trouble. Don't worry. I'll help you support Grandma Banggen."
Qin Huairu's understanding moved Shazhu very much, and he said with deep affection, "Thank you, Sister Xiao Qin, you are so kind."
"Silly, who among us will follow whom? I..."
Qin Huairu's words stopped abruptly. She saw Si Zhu turning his head and his eyes were as wide as bells.
He stared blankly at a girl. This girl had fair skin, black braids hanging behind her back, and her navy blue denim clothes couldn't hide her proud figure.
What made Qin Huairu feel even more ashamed was that this girl exuded the breath of youth, just like a flower in bud in the morning.
In comparison, Qin Huairu, who has given birth to two children, is just like an old Baicai gangster.
Who is this girl?
Why are you carrying Li Xiaomei?
Li Xiaomei also saw Qin Huairu and glared at her, "The bad woman who stole my stainless steel pot!"
"What kind of stainless steel pot?" Ran Qiuye was surprised.
