"I just heard an important news outside the teacher's office." During the break, Wang Shi whispered stealthily in the ears of Zhang Qiurui and the others.
"What news? So sneaky." Zhou Tan asked curiously.
As for Zhang Qiurui and Zhang Mingqi, neither of them turned their heads.
Zhang Mingqi was doing the homework, and Zhang Qiurui was bored and dazed.
At this time, eleven days had passed since the head teacher took leave, and they had been in school for half a month.
"Qiu Rui, Ming Qi, aren't you curious why someone asked for leave and didn't come to class since it concerns the class teacher?" Seeing that the two were indifferent, Wang Shi couldn't help but raise his voice, trying to attract their attention.
Zhang Qiurui was brought back to reality by this voice. She looked up with a look of confusion and curiosity in her eyes.
Zhang Mingqi also stopped writing and turned his head.
"You talk, we listen." Zhang Qiurui raised his eyebrows at Wang Shi, motioning him to continue.
Seeing that the two finally responded, Wang Shi smiled triumphantly and lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "I heard the teachers in the teacher's office discussing that the head teacher's fiancé had died!"
As soon as Wang Shi finished speaking, the classroom seemed to be shrouded in a sudden chill, and even the air seemed to freeze a little.
"I also heard outside the teacher's office that our homeroom teacher had cancer. She met her fiancé while being treated in the hospital. After they learned they both had cancer, they encouraged each other and developed feelings for each other. They ended up dating and were already engaged and were getting married soon.
Then a few days ago, the homeroom teacher's fiancé's condition suddenly worsened, and he passed away. Initially gossiping and curious, they now felt a deep sense of sadness after learning of the death of a familiar family member.
There was an indescribable sadness in Zhang Mingqi's eyes.
Wang Shi also stopped laughing and a serious look appeared on his face.
"Life is so unpredictable!" Zhang Qiurui said softly.
Suddenly, Zhang Qiurui thought carefully about what Wang Shi said about the relationship between her class teacher and her fiancé. Isn't this the real version of "The Wonderful Pain"?
A love tragedy between a man and a woman, in which the hero and heroine experience misfortune and finally earn people's tears and scars from literature.
It is not just a coincidence that I chose this story as my first novel. When someone asks me how I wrote it, I can directly answer that it was adapted from a real event in real life.
"What is cancer?" Zhang Mingqi suddenly asked.
"Cancer cannot be cured with current medical technology. It can only be controlled. Once it cannot be controlled, it's the end of the disease." Zhang Qiurui explained roughly, his tone revealing a bit of heaviness.
"Isn't that a terminal illness?" Zhang Mingqi's face turned pale in an instant, her eyes full of confusion and fear, as if these two words weighed a thousand pounds, making it hard for her to breathe.
The atmosphere became solemn again.
"There's one more thing. I heard that we will have a holiday for the busy farming season starting October 1st." Wang Shi saw that everyone was in a low mood and the atmosphere was solemn, so he changed the subject and told them a good news.
In this era, in addition to winter and summer vacations, there are also two busy farming holidays, in May and October. Because rural areas in this era are still an important pillar of the national economy, each production team needs to devote all their efforts to the harvesting and sowing of crops during this period to ensure a good harvest in the coming year.
In order to support this traditional custom, the school will adjust its teaching arrangements accordingly so that students can go home to help their families harvest food.
Upon hearing the news, the originally dull atmosphere instantly became lively.
"Holiday? Why don't we go to the city to play?" Zhou Tan immediately suggested.
"You guys go! Mingqi and I are busy. We have to go back to the production team and harvest grain for the brigade." Zhang Qiurui waved her hand. To be honest, she had been idle for more than ten days and she missed the days of working in the brigade.
People are like this. When they are busy, they want to relax, but once they really relax, they will miss those fulfilling and busy days.
There was a certain sincerity in Zhang Qiurui's words, which also revealed her deep understanding of the unique rhythm of life in this era.
"Okay! That's boring."
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"Qiu Rui, Ming Qi, you two are back, come and see." After returning home from get out of class that day, they heard Zhang Wenmin excitedly calling them in the kitchen, asking them what they were going to see.
Zhang Qiurui's heart moved slightly, thinking of the mushrooms he had planted and cultivated before. After eleven days of growth, small mushrooms must have grown out. Because on the seventh day after planting, Zhang Qiurui observed that the fungus began to spread in the straw pile, and the tiny hyphae were like white veins, quietly weaving a web of life.
Now, four days have passed, and the fungus should have started to grow fruiting bodies and small umbrellas. There is hope that we can grow mushrooms and sell them to make money later.
Zhang Qiurui and Zhang Mingqi, aunt and nephew, quickly put down their schoolbags and ran straight to the kitchen.
The kitchen is filled with a faint aroma of mushrooms, which is the smell of thriving life, making people feel happy involuntarily.
"These are little mushrooms growing out." Zhang Mingqi ran over and saw that a cluster of little mushrooms as white as jade had grown out of a small hole in the wooden trough. The caps of the little mushrooms had not yet fully unfolded, and the edges were slightly curled with crystal water droplets hanging on them. They were the gift of the morning dew, adding a bit of freshness and vitality.
"As long as the temperature and humidity remain suitable, the mushrooms will be ready for picking in about ten days.
After the first batch has grown, we'll continue to maintain the temperature and humidity, and we'll be able to pick a batch every five days. Zhang Qiurui saw the mushrooms growing well in the wooden troughs, and he felt a sense of accomplishment and anticipation.
"Qiu Rui, you said that after picking the first batch of grown mushrooms, we can continue to pick the second batch, just like weeds, which will continue to grow?" Zhang Wenmin didn't know what he was thinking about, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Third brother, I've been observing the mushrooms we've grown recently. The key to whether mushrooms can grow continuously lies in this white spot. As long as this white spot is there, the mushrooms can continue to grow and rejuvenate with new vitality.
Alternatively, collecting the roots of new mushrooms, cutting them off, crushing them, and sprinkling them in can also promote mushroom growth and reproduction. As for the white spots Zhang Qiurui mentioned, they are actually the gathering points of mushroom mycelium, or the growth points of mushrooms, which contain the secrets of mushroom reproduction and regeneration.
In fact, Zhang Qiurui also discovered that the mycelium in the mushroom sticks sold in the trading supermarket was abundant and strong, and grew tenaciously. In just seven days, the surface was covered with a thick layer of white fuzz, which was a symbol of the mycelium's vigorous vitality.
In less than half a month, small mushrooms grew.
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