Yang Xiaotao and Bai Jingshu came to one of them, and what they saw was a row of women, with cloth bags of various colors hanging on their chests, squatting on the ground, carefully picking leaves.
"Teacher Yang!"
Yang Hongye, who was in charge of registration, saw Yang Xiaotao running over immediately, holding a record in his hand.
"Hongye, are you in charge here?"
Yang Xiaotao looked at the first batch of students walking out of the campus and felt very satisfied.
That group of students all passed the examination and were admitted to junior high school, but everyone's choices were different.
After all, only a few people like Yang Hongye and others have entered the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, and many more people are still struggling in their studies.
But one thing is certain, that is, their future path is destined to be anything but ordinary.
"Well, I'm in charge of this row. Once this is finished, it will be Shed No. 6."
Yang Hongye raised her head and looked at Yang Xiaotao with admiring eyes.
In her heart, Yang Xiaotao is the noble person who changed her destiny.
If he hadn't built the school in the village, if he hadn't led them to the path of learning, if he hadn't sincerely helped them and opened a door for them.
They wouldn't have what they have today.
Perhaps, like girls of the same age in other villages, they would carry their younger brothers and sisters on their backs and follow their parents to work in the fields.
Perhaps, after two years, they will get married, marry someone from the village, and then have children and repeat their lives again.
Therefore, even if Yang Xiaotao has only been a teacher for a period of time, in her heart, she will be a teacher forever.
Even if there will be more teachers in her future growth, they will not be as good as those who stood on the podium to enlighten her.
Bai Jingshu on the side noticed the look flashing in the girl's eyes and became even more curious.
But Yang Xiaotao’s attention was focused on the sweet artemisia after picking.
"Teacher Yang, these wormwoods are the best growing. Each one has twelve or three leaves. According to the plan, two leaves of each one will be picked, so that the second picking can be carried out in a week."
“When we reach the mature stage, we can increase our efforts!”
Yang Hongye explained on the side, and Yang Xiaotao nodded.
"How many can be harvested from such a greenhouse?"
"Almost twenty pounds."
Yang Xiaotao contacted Xiaowei and found that after being picked, the Artemisia annua loses little energy and does not affect its own growth.
"Twenty kilograms, five hundred greenhouses is ten thousand kilograms."
Bai Jingshu finished the calculation and was shocked by the number!
Ten thousand kilograms, or every week, is enough for them to give birth!
"That's not how it was calculated!"
Yang Xiaotao patted the dirt on his hands and said, "These five hundred greenhouses were built early and late, and they were planted in sequence."
"There are probably seventy or eighty of them in this batch, which is pretty good."
After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, Yang Hongye nodded immediately, "Yes, we are the first batch to pick this time, there are only sixty."
"From now on, there will be 60 to 70 of them every day, so we can keep picking."
Bai Jingshu nodded. If he calculated it this way, it would be in line with the current situation.
However, more than 1,200 kilograms per day can meet current needs.
While Bai Jingshu was meditating, Yang Xiaotao picked a leaf and asked, "Would this fresh leaf be better?"
After Bai Jingshu took it, he pinched it with his fingers, and a ball of green emerged.
"According to the last experiment, the fresher it is, the thicker the finished product will be. If it is based on the previous color, more can be made."
"That's good!"
Yang Xiaotao didn't say any more. The pharmaceutical factory has mature technology.
There are naturally differences between those used abroad and those used domestically.
If someone uses a spectrophotometer to measure it, there will be a significant difference.
Of course, this difference is not unexpected in the theory of traditional Chinese medicine.
There are many factors that affect the cooking temperature, the density of the liquid, and the ingredients of the herbs.
What does a foreigner know?
The two left the greenhouse and walked outside.
"This little girl is good, she is a good prospect!"
Bai Jingshu said behind him, and Yang Xiaotao smiled, "Of course, these are the first batch of students in our village to go out!"
"It seems like she admires you very much!"
"It took me a while, when the school was established..."
Thinking of that time, Yang Xiaotao talked about the scene at that time.
The two were walking outside while talking. Many people were collecting medicinal herbs on the road. Then people from the pharmaceutical factory came forward to weigh them and put them in special boxes back to the pharmaceutical factory.
As for those who collect herbal medicine, the pharmaceutical factory will also give them a certain amount of compensation, not much, just a piece of plum blossom soap.
This thing is a hot commodity in rural areas, and many women wash their hands
"They are lucky to be able to go to school!"
Bai Jing recounted, thinking of his own experiences as a child, especially when he was a girl, he felt that what Yang Xiaotao did was rare.
"It just so happens that there's still a while here, and I'd like to go visit the school!"
Yang Xiaotao looked at him in surprise, and Bai Jingshu smiled, "Why, can't I go?"
"That's not true!"
"Then let's go!"
After saying that, Bai Jingshu took the lead and walked to the village. Yang Xiaotao glanced at the scene and then followed him to the village.
After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the east end of the village and looked at the school protected by the wall from a distance.
Now, the school is getting bigger and bigger, with more and more students. This fence was temporarily built by the villagers a few years ago.
After all, there are a group of children inside, and if there is no place to block them, it will be difficult to explain to the family if they run out.
The two came to the school gate, and the gatekeepers were two old people from the village.
This was originally the grandfather's job, but now he is focused on the greenhouse, so he had to ask the old people from the village to come over and help watch.
Despite their young age, these old people have strong bodies.
When it comes to harvesting wheat in the summer, the speed is faster than that of young men.
"Master Sun, Master Six, you two are busy."
When Yang Xiaotao walked up to them, he saw two people with four "big sticks" on the ground. One of them was using a stone and the other was killing them with a stick. They were inextricably killed.
"Xiao Tao, are you done with the things ahead?"
Master Liu raised his head, glanced at Bai Jingshu, and then asked Yang Xiaotao.
In his eyes, this woman should be Yang Xiaotao's follower.
Just like the Lou Xiaoe who came before.
At that time, he thought he was some high-ranking official, but when Yang Dazhuang said it, he blushed.
Later he understood that there were few people around Yang Xiaotao who had a higher status than him.
So just talk to Yang Xiaotao.
"It's almost done. Let's help each other and we'll do it quickly."
"Are you here to see Teacher Ran?"
Master Sun asked from the side, also ignoring Bai Jingshu.
"I just came here to have a look. I haven't been here for a long time. How is the school?"
Yang Xiaotao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, distributed them to the two of them, then took out a lighter and lit them.
Bai Jingshu stood at the door and looked at the school, not in a hurry.
"Okay, that's very good."
Looking at Qunying in Yang Xiaotao's hand, both of them smiled, and then enjoyed the excitement brought by the cigarette.
"Our school is bigger than the ones in town, and the surrounding villages are trying their best to get in."
"You don't know, some people in the town are also asking how they can come to school in the village."
Mr. Liu said proudly, while Mr. Sun on the side carefully smoked a cigarette and showed a meaningful smile, "Does the Malanhua in our village know?"
Hearing Master Sun say this, Yang Xiaotao was really impressed.
After all, 70% to 80% of the people in Yangjiazhuang have the surname Yang, and there are not many people with the surname Ma.
He knew this Malanhua well. She was four or five years older than him. She later married to the grain management office in the town, and her life was much better than in the village.
Even my natal family in the village, because they take care of me, their life is not bad.
This was a sensation at the time and became a role model for many rural girls.
The effect is slightly worse than Qin Huairu marrying in the city.
Of course, he lived a good life in his last days and was said to have a happy family.
"A while ago, I came back with my children and lay down in front of Lao Ma's house, crying for a while."
"If the child can't go to school, my husband's family won't let him go back, but everything is going crazy."
Mr. Liu also sneered at the side, "I haven't seen her come back all these years since I got married. I've been sick in bed for two months, and I haven't seen her come back to take care of me. I've blinded this girl in vain."
"No, there are also Yang Shuigen's family..."
"You two go on, I'll go in and take a look."
Seeing that the two of them were still gossiping about things in the village, Yang Xiaotao said something quickly and then walked into the school.
Of course, when he left, he put aside the half-pack of heroes in his hand. As for how the two of them divided it, it was not his business.
"I didn't expect this man to gossip about women."
"Wrong, it's an old man!"
Yang Xiaotao corrected him. Bai Jingshu smiled and then saw Yang Xiaotao walking towards a room.
"Teacher Li."
When Yang Xiaotao came to the office, he saw many people in the room, everyone was talking and laughing, and some were preparing lessons.
These are all students in the school.
Then Yang Xiaotao saw Li Lanxin next to him.
"Teacher Yang, you are here."
Li Lanxin saw Yang Xiaotao and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.
This can be regarded as a meritorious veteran in the school. After marrying Liu Yonghui last year, they soon had a child.
The two of them took root in Yangjiazhuang. Later, due to changes in the city, there were more teachers in the school, and Ran Qiuye's tasks changed. Liu Yonghui became the principal of the school, and she also became the education director part-time.
"Are you busy?"
"Hi, I'm just preparing for lessons. I'll be ready soon. Are you here to take a look?"
"Yes, come here for a walk. I feel like it has changed a lot."
"No, now our school is getting bigger and bigger, with more children and more teachers, and it's more formal."
Li Lanxin introduced with a smile, and then shouted to the young men and women in the room, "Teachers, let me introduce to you, this is Yang Xiaotao, Teacher Yang, who is also the builder of our school..."
Yang Xiaotao greeted everyone and then visited the school under the leadership of Li Lanxin.
Bai Jingshu followed the whole process and watched quietly and listened carefully.
The teachers and children I met looked at Yang Xiaotao with an indescribable feeling, just like the elders in the family looking at the portraits of great men on the wall, with reverence and gratitude.
"You must be a qualified social successor and cherish the red scarf in your hands."
The three of them walked outside a classroom and looked inside through the window. On the podium, a female teacher was holding a red scarf in both hands, and the children sitting below were attentive.
Yang Xiaotao took a look and saw that the wooden sign at the door read Class 2, Grade 3.
At this time, the female teacher was holding up the red scarf with both hands, and a group of children below also placed the red scarf on the table.
"Students, the red scarf in our hands represents the corner of the red flag and is the blood of the revolutionary martyrs."
"In fact, the red scarf not only represents the corner of the red flag, but also the blood of the martyrs. It symbolizes that our young pioneers must devote themselves to the revolutionary cause with enthusiasm and become a qualified successor."
"Next, I will show you how to stack red scarves. Everyone must listen carefully and learn hard to make sure you don't make a mistake."
"This red scarf has three stacks. One stack is dedicated to the martyrs, the second stack is dedicated to the motherland, and the third stack is dedicated to the future..."
The three of them stood at the door, watching and listening quietly.
Look at the children folding them carefully and then putting them on their necks under the teacher's guidance. Some are clumsy and some make mistakes, but all of them are extremely serious.