The former principal explained the current predicament and asked the faculty and staff attending the meeting to express their opinions and think of solutions.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one said a word.

The former principal directly called on Mr. Feng: "Teacher Feng, tell me your thoughts."

Feng Mingshu didn't expect to be the first one called out. Facing the gazes of her colleagues, she hesitated for a moment and said, "We must follow the instructions from above, but we can't neglect the children's studies. So I was thinking, why don't we make use of the evenings and start evening self-study sessions, just like the high schools outside the island?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Ding, the math teacher, sighed: "Ms. Feng, you don't know this, but evening self-study sessions at high schools outside the island have been canceled, and some schools can't even guarantee daytime classes." Either there are no teachers or no students, so they have to work together to solve the problem.

After a slight pause, Feng Mingshu apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand the situation and made the wrong suggestion."

"No, I think it's a good suggestion."

The old principal readily agreed with her suggestion, saying happily, "Our island is different from the outside world; we're under military control. As long as the troops don't object, adding evening self-study sessions or even morning reading sessions is no problem. Teenagers are full of energy; letting them study and work more is a great form of training."

What are your opinions?

When the old principal asked a question, almost all the faculty and staff raised their hands in agreement with Feng Mingshu's proposal.

The old principal nodded in satisfaction and turned to Feng Mingshu, saying, "Teacher Feng, you raised the suggestion. You should write a report, have everyone sign it, and then you can submit it to the military on behalf of the school."

Feng Mingshu: "..."

At this moment, she finally realized that she had been tricked by the old principal, but she still had to fall into this trap.

In the year since she started teaching, she has developed a deep sense of identity with the profession. She sincerely hopes that each of her students can achieve something in their studies, rather than wasting their best years of youth.

Feng Mingshu stood up and replied to the principal: "I guarantee I will complete the task!"

After the words were spoken, Feng Mingshu began writing materials that very evening.

Zhou Jinshan first coaxed his son to sleep, then carried him to his mother's room. Afterward, he went to the study and saw his wife still engrossed in writing. He picked up a book and sat down beside her, saying, "I'll keep you company."

Feng Mingshu had just finished writing when he looked up and saw Zhou Jinshan. He handed the document over and said, "Could you take a look and tell me if Commander Tong would agree to this?"

Zhou Jinshan took the four-page document and spent fifteen minutes reading it. When he looked up and met his wife's expectant gaze, he smiled and praised, "It's very well written, with excellent literary talent. Did I use that word correctly?"

Zhou Jinshan, a rough and uncultured man, used his studies as an excuse to get close to his wife in order to win her over. After they got married, under his wife's influence, he would even flip through the dictionary every day to learn some words.

Feng Mingshu nodded approvingly: "You used it correctly. You've made great progress, Comrade Zhou."

After saying that, she immediately realized and asked, "You mean, being eloquent isn't a good thing?"

Zhou Jinshan's eyes sparkled with a smile: "It's certainly good to have excellent writing skills, but our Commander Tong is a veteran revolutionary. It's said that before joining the revolution, he herded cattle for landlords."

Feng Mingshu finally understood: "You think my writing is too literary and want me to write something simpler, right?"

Zhou Jinshan did not answer directly, but said, "Zhuzhu, I roughly understand what you want to write. If you are comfortable with it, give me the manuscript and I will help you revise it. You can go back to your room and go to sleep first."

Feng Mingshu widened his eyes dramatically: "Old Zhou, you've become this amazing?"

Seeing his wife's exaggerated expression, Zhou Jinshan lowered his head and kissed her lips, laughing out loud: "It's because you taught her so well."

The couple hadn't been intimate since the baby was born, and a small kiss at this moment was enough to stir their emotions, but Feng Mingshu held back and pushed the man away.

"Hurry up and revise it. I'll take a look when you're done. If there are no problems, we can submit it to Commander Tong's office tomorrow," Feng Mingshu urged.

Zhou Jinshan: "..."

What should I do if my wife is too busy with work?

We can only spoil them.

The couple worked until the early hours of the morning to revise the manuscript, then copied it again before collapsing into bed and falling asleep immediately.

The bugle call on the second day did not wake Feng Mingshu, but he was woken up by the crying, hungry baby.

She fed the baby almost with her eyes closed, but the naughty boy took a big suck at the end, which made her wide awake from the pain.

After gently patting her son's bottom, Feng Mingshu straightened her clothes and asked about Zhou Jinshan. She then learned that he had left early that morning, taking her report with him.

In the camp.

Commander Tong took the report from Zhou Jinshan, read a few lines, and snorted, "This doesn't sound like something your wife would write; it sounds like something an uncultured, roughneck like you would write."

Zhou Jinshan smiled sheepishly and said, "As expected, I couldn't hide anything from your sharp eyes, Commander."

"Stop flattering me." Commander Tong quickly finished reading the one-page report, placed it on the table, and tapped it. "The school's suggestions are certainly good from an educational perspective, but this island isn't something I can decide on my own. Have they considered the risks involved?"

Zhou Jinshan solemnly replied, "There are risks involved in doing things, but we can't stop doing them just because there are risks. Otherwise, our country would truly be beyond saving."

"What are you saying?" Commander Tong's expression changed, and he almost slammed his fist on the table.

Zhou Jinshan stood tall and replied calmly, "I am telling the truth. I know that you, Commander, think and act in the same way."

Commander Tong's expression shifted several times before he finally snorted, "Take the report back."

Zhou Jinshan became somewhat anxious upon hearing this: "Commander—"

"Zhou Jinshan, do you dare disobey my orders?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Zhou Jinshan picked up the report, turned around and walked out with a gloomy expression.

He walked slowly, but when he reached the office door, he still didn't hear Commander Tong's voice. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly and stepped out.

"Without even their principal's signature, this kind of report will be rejected no matter how many times it's submitted."

Commander Tong's words revealed his dissatisfaction, and Zhou Jinshan turned around with delight and saluted: "Thank you, Commander."

Commander Tong snorted: "You two shouldn't rush ahead in everything. The winds and waves are strong, and you might fall if you're not careful. There are elders in front, so the elders should hold the fort. You young people should stay in the back and stay put."

Commander Tong's admonition to the younger generation stirred a surge of warmth in Zhou Jinshan's heart. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Finally, stand at attention and salute!