He rubbed his hands and looked at Lin Jianxue with a smile, his eyes eager:

"Lin Zhiqing, are you interested in becoming a music teacher at Zhenhai High School?"

"The salary for teachers in our school is calculated based on 10 work points per day."

"The school cafeteria has staff meals that are half the price of those sold outside, and you're guaranteed to have meat or fish once a week!"

"If you're willing, you can come with me to the office right now to complete the employment procedures."

"From now on, you are our official music teacher at Zhenhai High School!"

This condition is definitely the top treatment for a township middle school since 1976.

When Captain Liang Bin heard this, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He quickly joined in:

"Xiao Lin, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and thank Ren!"

"Our Zhenhai High School isn't a place where just anyone can get in!"

"Being able to be a teacher here is a great blessing. It's much better than earning work points in our village!"

Lin Jianxue raised her eyes, a faint smile spreading in her clear eyes, gentle and peaceful.

She nodded slightly, her voice still so gentle and pleasant:

"Thank you, Ren, thank you, Captain."

"I do."

The smile on the teacher's face was even warmer than the early summer sunshine outside the window.

"Great! Lin Zhiqing, no, Teacher Lin!"

"Come on, let's go to my office right now and get the paperwork done!"

This time, the procedures for joining the unit are very simple.

A thin letter of introduction, a handwritten job application form, a signature, and a fingerprint, and you're done.

In the teaching director's office, an old desk was polished to a shine.

He took out a form with the scent of ink from the drawer and then found the ink box.

Lin Jianxue took the fountain pen dipped in blue-black ink and wrote the three words "Lin Jianxue" in the "Craftsman" column, stroke by stroke.

The handwriting is beautiful, with a quiet power.

Just like her.

After signing, the teacher felt relieved and the wrinkles on his face were all transformed into a smile.

"Teacher Lin, our school has staff dormitories."

"As for the conditions, they're definitely not as good as in the city, but they're still pretty clean. If you'd like to live on campus, you can move in directly, saving you the trouble of coming all the way here."

He introduced enthusiastically: "Our Zhenhai High School currently has two grades. There are ten classes in the first grade and six classes in the second grade."

"As for music teachers, there are already three of them including you."

"Boss, I'll ask Teacher Sun to give you a class schedule, and you just need to follow it."

Lin Jianxue listened quietly, nodded slightly, and said in a clear and gentle voice: "Okay."

The teaching director felt more and more satisfied when he saw her calm and understanding appearance.

This girl is not only talented, but also has a good temper and is neither arrogant nor impatient.

"Today is Wednesday." He glanced at the calendar on the wall. "Teacher Lin, go get ready and familiarize yourself with the textbooks. Next Monday, you'll officially register at school and start classes."

After a pause, he remembered something very important and his expression became more serious.

"By the way, Teacher Lin, the county is organizing an open class next Friday. Many teachers from sister schools will come to attend the class and exchange ideas."

"This is a great opportunity to show off and bring honor to Zhenhai High School. Prepare well and strive to bring glory to our school!"

Lin Jianxue nodded again: "Okay, I'm ready, I'll take over."

The teacher was completely relieved and called Teacher Sun over.

"Xiao Sun, go get two sets of textbooks from Teacher Lin: the music textbooks for Grade 1 and 12."

Soon, two slightly old but still neat music textbooks were delivered to Lin Jianxue.

The cover has a simple pattern, the paper is slightly yellowed, and has the unique smell of ink that is typical of textbooks.

It was already afternoon when I came out of school.

The early summer sun is a bit dazzling.

Captain Liang Bin was still waiting at the school gate, driving the tractor that made the "thump thump thump" sound.

Seeing Lin Jianxue coming out, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of smoke-yellow teeth.

"Lin Zhiqing, has your son finished it?"

"Well, it's done, Captain Liang." Lin Jianxue also had a faint smile on her face.

The tractor bumped onto the road again and headed towards the Shuguang Production Brigade.

Captain Liang Bin was smoking his old pipe happily, the tip of the pipe darkening.

"Lin Zhiqing, oh no, I should call you Teacher Lin now. Did your teacher tell you about living in the dormitory?"

"If you live on campus, it's convenient. Just let me know when you're ready, and I'll find a few people to use a tractor to help you haul your luggage over."

He is a warm-hearted person.

Hearing this, Lin Jianxue cast his gaze towards the endless fields in the distance, where green seedlings swayed in the wind.

She thought for a moment and said softly, "Thank you, Captain. I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I do."

Living on campus naturally makes teaching more convenient.

But she had other plans in mind.

She finally managed to live in the Fu family in this way and be closer to that person.

If she lived in the school dormitory and could only come once a week, wouldn't the already weak connection between her and Fu Zhewei become even more distant?

She doesn't want to.

However, she would never give up the opportunity to be a teacher.

This is not only a way for her to make use of her strengths, but also a way for her to escape from the tedious farm work and live a slightly more respectable life in this era.

Working hard every day, facing the earth and back to the sky, is really too much for her body that has been pampered in the old city.

The tractor rumbled into Tongqi Village.

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic Captain Liang Bin, Lin Jianxue walked towards the Fu family yard alone.

It was already afternoon, and most of the villagers were still working in the fields.

The Fu family courtyard was quiet.

Fu Zhawei should still be working in the production team. Dong Yulan and Fu Qingqing must have gone to the production team's private plot or worked at the foot of the mountain.

She pushed open the half-open courtyard door and walked in.

Next to the old well in the yard, there was a small wooden basin and a small stool.

Lin Jianxue put down the textbook in her hand, walked to the well, and drew up half a bucket of clear well water.

The water droplets splashed on the back of my hand, feeling cool.

She took some freshly-soaked beans and a few potatoes from the kitchen, sat on a small stool, and began to pick vegetables slowly and methodically.

The sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, casting mottled shadows on her.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, and her expression was focused and calm.

Her fair fingers shuttled between the emerald green beans, her movements slow and graceful, as if she was not picking vegetables, but doing some elegant work.

Just as she put the washed beans and peeled potatoes into the basket, there was a sound of light footsteps at the gate.

Lin Jianxue raised her head.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Fu Zhawei walked in from outside carrying a hoe.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his polyester shirt was mostly soaked with sweat, clinging to his strong yet slightly thin back.

Those black eyes, which always carried a hint of indifference, paused slightly when they looked at her sitting by the well.