Because of Qin Huai's achievements in poetry, the village literacy class teacher decided to hire him.

In fact, he had already stayed in the village because of his poetry and no longer needed the title of literacy teacher. However, having the title of literacy class teacher could save him a lot of trouble. He could not and dared not refuse the village's wish.

However, since he occupied this position, he blocked the way for others. Qin Huai did not treat the accountant well several times when he met him.

People are like this, they will offend others for no reason.

If it were in the past, it would have been effortless for the accountant to snatch this position from him, but Qin Huai is no longer the little cripple he used to be. He is a person taken care of by the high-ranking officials in the city and is not someone who can be bullied at will. The accountant can only hide all his dissatisfaction deep down.

One day, he was doing carpentry work with Old Man Qin when a child ran over and said, "Brother Qin Huai, stop working and follow me. Someone from the commune is looking for you."

"From the Commune?"

The child was from the east end of the village, named Mancang. On the way, he asked enviously, "Brother Qinhuai, can you really make money by learning to read?"

Qin Huai said, "Of course I can. Look, I'm making money."

The child said, “Can I do it?”

"As long as you study hard, you will be able to do it in the future."

As they were talking, they arrived home and saw Qin Laoshuan sitting at the door with three leaders. When he saw him coming, Qin Laoshuan said, "Secretary Jiang, he is Qin Huai."

Secretary Jiang said enthusiastically, "Comrade Qin Huai, your name has become incredibly famous these days. Hello, hello."

Qin Huai hurriedly trotted over to him and said, "Secretary Jiang, I can't accept this. If you need anything, just call me and I'll go there myself. How can I bother you to come here in person?"

Secretary Jiang Feng said with a smile, "I've read your poems. They are so spiritual. When I saw them, I immediately wanted to meet the author of these two poems. I never dreamed that the author of the poems would be a member of our commune. Of course, I couldn't help but come and see them."

Qin Huai said, "I don't deserve it."

Qin Laoshuan cursed inwardly after hearing this: "Here he comes again! A cripple wrote such a crappy poem, and not only are the newspapers rushing to send him money, but now even the commune secretary has come to see him in person. City people are really bored and have nothing to do. What's so great about that crappy poem?"

Can you eat or drink? They all rushed over to see the little cripple.

Secretary Jiang then asked President Yu and the others the same question, again something Qin Laoshuan didn't understand. He could only smile awkwardly but politely as he listened to Secretary Jiang and the cripple's back-and-forth. The terrifying thing was that Secretary Jiang, like the two cadres from the city that day, also called Qin Huai "Teacher Qin."

Fortunately, Qin Huai knew his limits and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "Secretary Jiang, I can tolerate others calling me that, but you're really embarrassing me. Just call me Qin Huai. I don't deserve the title of Teacher Qin."

But Secretary Jiang was determined to call him, and after Qin Huai argued for a few words, he had no choice but to go along with him.

Secretary Jiang was like a fan of a star in his previous life. He really wanted to meet Qin Huai because he admired these two poems, and he was very humble.

Secretary Jiang suddenly said, "Teacher Qin, I heard you're running a night school in Qinjiazhuang to teach illiterate people?"

"Yes, leader. It was my uncle Lao Shuan and the villagers who trusted me. They tried to teach everyone for a while and then let me continue teaching."

Qin Laoshuan immediately sat up straight and thought: "You are a sensible boy. You know how to speak well of me in front of the leader."

Secretary Jiang said, "Lao Shuan is truly remarkable for having discovered Teacher Qin's talent so early on. With Teacher Qin personally leading the literacy campaign in Qinjiazhuang, I believe our work will be at the forefront of the entire commune."

After hearing this, Qin Laoshuan immediately felt that Qin Huai seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

"It's everyone's thirst for knowledge; my role isn't actually that big."

"Teacher Qin, with your talent, it's really a waste of your talent to teach literacy in Qinjiazhuang. How about this? On behalf of the commune, I invite you to teach literacy to all the illiterate people in the commune. I hope it won't interfere with your poetry writing."

Secretary Jiang leaned forward slightly, his expression anxious.

Qin Huai simply accepted everyone who came and said, "Leader, as long as you ask, I'm willing to do anything. After all, no matter what job it is, it is to serve the people. However, I need my uncle's approval for village affairs. After all, taking classes in the commune will affect the work of the production team."

Qin Laoshuan thought to himself, "Your words are nice. You've worked in the fields a few times before, but you're talking as if the village would have no one to do the work without you."

"Secretary Jiang, as long as the commune needs us, our Qinjiazhuang will fully cooperate." He also immediately showed a high profile. Qin Huai's role in farm work was equivalent to nothing, so it would be better to let him go to the commune to please the leaders.

This is the best way to make the best use of things.

"Okay, okay, Lao Shuan has a strong sense of the overall situation. Teacher Qin is willing to let you do this work. In the future, our commune's literacy work will definitely be much ahead of other communes."

Qin Laoshuan always had a feeling that whenever Secretary Jiang talked about him, it was always as if he was just mentioning him in passing. Although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't dare to show it at all.

"Secretary Jiang, I can't say I can teach you all well, I can only do my best."

"From this statement, we can see that Teacher Qin is a responsible person. How about this, Teacher Qin? I'll send a special comrade to take over from you later. He'll be your assistant and help you arrange the time for our commune's daily literacy classes. Is that okay with you?"

"Boss, I'm just a farmer with nothing to do. You can arrange my schedule as you see fit. I'm fine with it."

To outsiders, literacy class teachers are busy and tired, and their job is voluntary, but Qin Huai understands how much he needs this job.

Although he was in the countryside, he was really afraid of the production team's habit of going to the fields three times after the rooster crowed. The sound of Qin Laoshuan's bell was like a death warrant. At that time, he had to start going to the fields around three o'clock in the morning. At the end of the day, he would be exhausted and only earn three cents. Just thinking about it made him collapse.

So when he saw the farmers of that time doing tiring farm work all day long, he made up his mind to get himself out of it as soon as possible, as he simply couldn't endure the physical labor.

Fortunately, with the help of two poems, I have temporarily achieved this goal.

Secretary Jiang said, "Okay, let's do this. Before coming here, I discussed it with everyone and decided to give Teacher Qin an eight yuan subsidy every month. After all, if you don't participate in the labor, you won't earn any work points, and your family still has to make ends meet."

Qin Huai was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Secretary Jiang, you are such a good leader. You have considered everything for me. What else is there to say? I will ensure that the task is completed."

When the people of Qinjiazhuang soon learned that Qin Huai had transformed himself into a salaried literacy teacher, they were filled with envy. However, Qin Huai's diehard fans said, "Teacher Qin deserves all this. If you're not convinced, why not ask the commune secretary to come and invite him personally?"

So when Qin Huai led everyone to recite "The Big Cucumber is Big and Long" during the evening class, everyone suddenly felt very close to him.