After Zhou Wen saw it in the rearview mirror, he took the initiative to introduce the various configurations of the car to these students, including where the door locks were, where the windows were, and even the various components of the driver's seat were introduced in detail.
Several students saw that the senior was approachable, did not put on airs, and had a strong thirst for knowledge. They all curiously asked this and that, and suddenly they became familiar with Zhou Wen.
Through communication, Zhou Wencai learned that these three students are all sophomores in Taiyuan Junior High School and will graduate in half a year. One of them is named Shang Shan, a relatively weak-looking young man, and the other is named Zhao Ting, who looks good.
He is stocky, with a slightly dark complexion, and looks like a farmer's boy. He is the one with injured legs and feet. There is another one named Lei Ming, who seems to be smart and quick-witted, and is the one who asks the most questions.
Zhou Wen suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Peng Feng: "I said Lao Qiao, are these three students the only ones who were arrested? Where are the others?"
Several students were stunned when they heard this, "What the hell is Lao Qiao? Isn't the teacher's surname Huang?"
Peng Feng sighed and said: "It's been almost a week since they were arrested. The other arrested students were all released after paying money from their families. These three are not from Taiyuan City, and their families are also poor. It is not enough to support them in school."
It’s easy, there’s no money to ransom people. Besides, their families may not even know about their arrest, let alone anyone coming.”
Zhou Wen knows what kind of place the police station is in this era. As long as someone is arrested, even if the arrest is wrong, unless there is someone behind the scenes, other people will have to shed some blood before they can be released. This has been the case since the late Qing Dynasty.
Zhou Wen certainly has no ability, let alone time and energy, to change the old habits and customs that have been formed. He can only express his deep sympathy.
But he still refused to let go of Peng Feng, so he laughed and joked: "Old Qiao, you are a bit picky here, aren't you? I know that the salary of junior high school teachers is not low, so you don't usually help me.
That’s it. It doesn’t take much money to redeem someone, right? I’ve heard that one person usually only costs fifteen oceans. They are students and they can negotiate the price. Three people can redeem them for thirty oceans.
You have a salary of more than 100 yuan a year, but you don’t need to support your family, so you are reluctant to spend this money?"
Peng Feng cursed in his heart. This little wolf bastard is really not a human being. He is trying to tear me down in front of my students, right? I basically hand over fifteen oceans a month to the organization. I usually eat chaffy vegetables.
, I only ate meat once in the past month, and it was a treat from a colleague at school.
It’s really hard for the organization now. We have to count the funds on our fingers, but there’s still a huge gap. I’m not like you, a bourgeois class, who has to drive every time you go out. This is all exploiting the hard work of our working people.
Money, I will kill you.
At that moment, he said angrily: "Director Zhou, what you said is not kind. Who doesn't have relatives and family members? Why don't you send all the money back? I finally managed to collect more than a dozen oceans, but I still can't get it all."
It's in the pockets of your policemen, otherwise they would let me stand at the gate for how many days?"
At this time, several students couldn't stand listening anymore, and they all rushed to defend their teacher, "Senior, really, the teacher has always been very helpful to us. Last time Zhao Ting couldn't pay for his food, it was Teacher Huang who helped to pay it in advance.
Yes, Teacher Huang usually gives us a lot of books, but we just don't live up to expectations and always cause trouble to Teacher Huang."
When Zhou Wen saw this posture, he had to change the subject and said: "Old Qiao, I'm not telling you that if you don't have money, you have to think of ways to make money. How can a living person choke to death? Let me introduce you to a job.
Is it a proper way to make money, or a part-time job, and you can get double salary then. What do you think, do you want to do it?"
Peng Feng was also speechless. What you said in the co-authorship is right, and it's all my fault. You have to blame me even if you don't have money. Why don't you blame this cannibalistic world? You are really a dandy with no political consciousness at all.
A man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry is hungry.
But when he heard Zhou Wen say that he wanted to find a part-time job for him, he suddenly became wary and asked, "What job?"
Zhou Wen smiled mysteriously and said, "We'll talk about this later. I'll investigate you again."
Peng Feng looked wary and said to him: "I told you first, don't call me those harmful things. I can't eat this bowl of rice, and I don't have the ability."
Zhou Wen sighed and said: "Old Qiao, you are a teacher and a role model for others. Your speech must be well-founded. Tell me, what evil things have I done?
The first time we met, I saved a whole car of your people and killed a group of bandits, right? The second time we met, I helped you get people from the police station, and I didn’t ask for a penny from you, right?
What does it have to do with harming the world?"
This made Peng Feng ask. Yes, I have never heard of this kid doing any bad things. He made a subjectivist mistake subjectively from the perspective of the camp he was in, and this kid caught him.
Living.
At that moment, the old man's face turned red, he coughed and said: "Ahem... I didn't say you did it. I just stated that I would not do anything like this."
Zhou Wen clicked his tongue and said: "You have some backbone, Lao Qiao. He didn't even listen to what I said about his job before he started to express his position. It's a pity. This year's salary of one thousand US dollars, hey, if you change it to Da Yang, it would be a full four thousand.
How many things can you do? Hey! Since you like the breeze on your sleeves and your iron bones, forget it."
Now Peng Feng was dumbfounded. What? One thousand US dollars? Four thousand oceans? Even the Taiyuan Municipal Party Committee's annual work funds cannot be that much. Although there is a revolutionary consciousness that refuses to corrode and will never be corrupted, but this
Money is not for your own enjoyment. If it is given to an organization, how much use will it be put to?
Now Peng Feng was not calm anymore. It was all because of his subjectivism problem just now. This was behind enemy lines, and it was inevitable to deal with the bourgeoisie. How could he make a mistake? Now the door was closed, and he couldn't do it for a while.
I can't be so shameless as to knock on the door again.
Several students saw that neither the teacher nor the senior had any ill intentions, they were just chatting with each other, and they all listened with interest. They felt more and more that the senior was a nice person, and they felt closer to each other. Especially when they heard the senior talking about saving people and suppressing bandits,
They are all full of admiration. Look at their seniors. They are not much older than me. Even the teacher who has always been upright and wise can't find any flaws. There is no way that I and others can match this ability. I must ask for a teacher when I go back.
Tell us his story.
You must know that teenagers aged 17 or 18 are the least likely to be convinced by others, and they are also the easiest age to convince others, because they all have a heroic dream. What they are most convinced of is that they cannot compare to others, but at the same time they yearn for peace and harmony.
The heroes they admired were immediately impressed by this senior's demeanor, conversation, and deeds he occasionally heard about, and they naturally admired Zhou Wen.