Chapter 194 His Books, Go For It, Math, Physics, and Chemistry.

The decision has been made to hold a pig farming training class, which means the arts rehearsal hall will have to be converted into a classroom.

Qin Xiangxiang had the workers hang a brand-new wooden sign outside the rehearsal hall, with the words "Feiyan Textile Factory Sideline Pig Farming Study Room" written in bold red paint.

Next to the text, there's a cute little pig drawn – drawn by Huang Shuyun.

Upon entering, a portrait of a leader hangs in the center of the wall, along with red banners with slogans such as "Raising pigs is socialist construction" and "Scientific feeding helps the revolution gain weight."

Behind the rehearsal hall is a photo wall with pictures of their farm's pigsty and pigs, as well as some popular science comic strips about pig farming and introductions to mainstream pig breeds, such as local native pigs and imported Yorkshire pigs, etc.

Starting in the 1960s, many Yorkshire pigs were introduced to China. Their farm had a precious breeding pig, a Yorkshire pig. Ordinary local pigs can only grow to about 100 to 200 pounds, while Yorkshire pigs can grow to 500 to 600 pounds. They are also known as "big white pigs" because they are sturdy and fat, like "honest pigs".

These Yorkshire pigs were crossbred with native pigs to improve the local breed.

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After these renovations, the original rehearsal hall was transformed and received widespread praise from the factory's amateur arts troupe. Li Jinling was the most enthusiastic, saying, "Sister-in-law, this is exactly how the rehearsal hall should be decorated! Everyone is even more energetic when rehearsing!"

Xue Haiyang was speechless with disbelief, but after this transformation, all the members of the art troupe felt at ease.

All he could say was, "Everyone is more relaxed during rehearsals and is more willing to come to the rehearsal hall."

Li Jinling: "I get hungry easily, but what can I do when there are pigs all around me!"

The art rehearsal hall was simply furnished with small stools and a blackboard, becoming a simple classroom. Factory workers were the students, and Shen Wenbo, a former university professor, became the teacher of the pig-raising class.

Everyone respectfully calls him Teacher Shen.

Shen Wenbo had originally thought he would be taking classes in very difficult conditions, but when he arrived at this rehearsal hall, he was stunned. "This...this...my voice is so loud? It's even better than the classrooms at our school. This is good for my voice!"

Qin Xiangxiang said without blushing, "This is an arts rehearsal hall decorated with spruce wood. It's used for arts troupes to rehearse, and it's great for singing and practicing your voice."

“Our factory received a batch of foreign trade orders from the Spring Canton Fair, totaling over one million yuan in foreign exchange. The products were poplin, which cost fifty yuan per piece. We were worried that disasters like typhoons would damage such precious textiles, so we applied for the import of spruce wood and waterproof coatings to take waterproof and moisture-proof measures. Because the textile factory machines are noisy, the soundproofing panels made of spruce wood are very effective.”

"Because we found that the resonance was really good, the extra wood was used to renovate the arts rehearsal hall... Now it's perfect as a pig-raising study room!"

Shen Wenbo nodded in understanding, "This is a very good teaching class."

Shen Wenbo also changed into a Zhongshan suit produced by Feiyan Textile Factory and stood in front of the blackboard to give a lesson to the many textile factory workers.

Professor Shen was well-prepared this time, but he was more nervous than ever before. Following Qin Xiangxiang's guidance, he improved his teaching language to make it understandable, and he didn't mind if it was a little vulgar.

"Let me first introduce you to a very familiar friend. You may not have heard its name, but you've definitely dealt with it. This is 'yeast,' and it's a wonderful thing! It eats sugar and poops out... well, it poops out farts! And 'bubbles'! Also called carbon dioxide."

"The reason we ferment pig feed is to ask these 'fermentation brothers' to help us digest the pig feed in advance, so that the pigs can absorb it better. It's the same principle as how we feel more comfortable eating fermented steamed buns than unleavened dough."

"We eat steamed buns made with fermented dough, which are fragrant and soft. The same principle applies to feeding pigs fermented feed!"

Wang Yuhua said, "We make fermented feed, which is to say, we make 'fermented buns' for pigs, turning feed from dead pig feed into feed for live pigs."

"Yes, this one is correct."

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Professor Shen began to put his ideas into practice, using more accessible examples to teach the public. Because he was not yet proficient, he spoke haltingly. However, the audience responded very well, as they understood the lessons and actively asked questions and interacted with the teacher. This greatly encouraged Professor Shen.

"Ms. Shen, your classes are so good! We were worried we wouldn't understand!"

"Thank you for the class, Ms. Shen. I learned a lot of useful knowledge!"

Having gained the approval of the masses, Shen Wenbo's eyes reddened, almost brimming with tears. He felt that the fog had been lifted from his confused life, and he had found a clearer direction.

His future holds even greater possibilities. Even though he's been sent down to such a remote island, he can still achieve great things, realize his life's value, cultivate talent for the country, and gain the recognition of the people.

At that moment, Shen Wenbo was deeply moved and encouraged, feeling the spiritual power of being recognized and trusted.

After finishing the class, Shen Wenbo was still unable to calm down for a long time. "This was the best class I've ever taught. No, no, it could be even better. I can still cultivate talent, I can still teach and nurture people, I can still conduct scientific research..."

The spiritual power of being recognized and appreciated is boundless. Professor Shen's mind became active, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He used to be obsessed with chemical research, and now he still loves research and wants to impart more knowledge, which is his duty as a teacher.

"Without a laboratory, without test tubes and beakers, these hoes, weights, and earthenware jars can all become experimental equipment; soybean dregs, wheat bran, fish meal, and seaweed can also become 'chemical reagents'."

Shen Wenbo was writing teaching materials at lightning speed in the pigsty where he lived, trying to come up with rhymes. He was in high spirits, as if he didn't need to sleep at night.

"One shovelful of oyster ash mixed with two sticks of soybean dregs, fermented for three days..."

Even Dr. Ye, who was standing next to him, thought he had a fever.

“Dr. Ye, I feel that I have found my value in life. I want to get closer to workers and farmers.”

Dr. Ye trembled: "..."

He thought to himself, "Brother, your progressive thinking makes my own thinking seem less than proper."

Shen Wenbo's classes were well-received by the workers. After he finished his class, everyone applauded, creating a very enthusiastic atmosphere.

Everyone at Feiyan Textile Factory began to respectfully call him "Teacher Shen".

"Teacher Shen's classes are incredibly practical! He's the best teacher I've ever met."

"We can all understand his lectures! I've also developed a love for chemistry!"

"Chemistry and physics are both very interesting."

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Seeing Old Shen next door being adored and supported by everyone, Dr. Ye felt a little jealous. When would he be able to shine like that and make a name for himself?

People love raising pigs, so is he going to give a lecture—teaching how to castrate pigs?

To teach a castrated pig in extremely colloquial language... impossible, simply impossible, the refined Dr. Ye said she couldn't do it.

Professor Shen, who was making progress on his own, did not pay attention to the subtle thoughts of his neighbors. After gaining everyone's approval, Professor Shen felt that his classes should not be limited to pig farming. He also wanted to teach some chemistry knowledge.

Shen Wenbo's mind was already racing. Anyway, the quality of worker-peasant-soldier students in universities was so-so, what difference did it make where he taught? Even though he'd been sent to the countryside, his salary hadn't been reduced.

So Shen Wenbo took the initiative to suggest to Qin Xiangxiang: "At this time, the country encourages everyone to learn various kinds of knowledge on their own, including mathematics, physics and chemistry, and has introduced some self-study textbooks."

Qin Xiangxiang nodded: "I have a set of self-study books on mathematics, physics and chemistry published by Shanghai Publishing House at home."

The deadbeat man bought it before he went to war; now it's a decorative item in their living room.

Shen Wenbo asked in surprise, "You have the whole set?"

"Yes, we have both."

Shen Wenbo exclaimed in amazement, "Director Qin, I admire your self-learning and ambition!"

Qin Xiangxiang: "???" Absolutely not!

"That's great! Since the country encourages everyone to learn math, physics, and chemistry on their own, I also want to guide everyone to learn the basics of math, physics, and chemistry and open math, physics, and chemistry classes for the factory workers. Could we borrow this set of books so that everyone can learn math, physics, and chemistry?"

Qin Xiangxiang thought to herself, "What a devil! Leading everyone to learn math, physics, and chemistry, this Professor Shen, her mother, and that deadbeat man are all cut from the same cloth."

But this kind of person... she likes!

Teaching others to learn isn't just about teaching them; it's about waiting for them to learn so they can raise better pigs, weave better fabrics, and make better shoes... That's what lazy Qin is hoping for.

"Okay, very good, Teacher Shen. I'm entrusting this set of books to you. I hope they will shine in your hands!"

Go on, math, physics, and chemistry.

Qin Xiangxiang had long found the set of books at home quite an eyesore, and now she had a legitimate reason to get rid of them and move.

"Director Qin, you are a good director of the people!"

"You brought the seeds of hope with you."

Qin Xiangxiang: "...This is a book my husband bought; he really likes it."

Professor Shen smiled and said, "You two are both excellent. I want to learn from you."

“That set of books is quite substantial. I’ll have someone bring the whole set over in a sidecar truck. Teacher Shen, you can study it slowly and then teach the class.”

Qin Xiangxiang chuckled inwardly: Goodbye, math, physics, and chemistry.

When that deadbeat man returns, he'll find his book is gone.