"Sister, the aunts said the meal is ready. Please invite you, Secretary Uncle, and Mr. Muchun to come over for dinner!" said Ji Rongbin.
"Let's go and have dinner. We've been chatting for such a long time. Xia Xia must be hungry!" Yang Muchun got off the kang and put on his shoes.
Ji Xia also hurriedly got off the kang, and the few of them walked outside. They were still a few steps away from the cafeteria. Ji Xia asked, "How's your study going?"
Ji Changgeng knew that Ji Xia cared deeply about the two children, and he often asked about their progress. "They both have good grades and always get first place in every exam. The first place scholarship is five dollars, so they can get fifteen dollars every semester."
There are three exams in each semester, namely, the quarterly exam, the monthly exam, the midterm exam and the final exam.
"Are the teachers teaching seriously?" Ji Xia asked.
Nowadays, there are basically no serious teaching schools across the country. There are no formal teachers and no formal textbooks in schools. Labor classes account for the majority of classes. In short, going to school is just like fun.
This is also the reason why many parents do not support their children going to school. In the countryside, there are many children who are eight or nine years old, or even over ten years old, who do not even go to primary school.
In addition, many educated young people went to the countryside, which gave people the illusion that studying was useless.
But Jijia Village School was founded by Ji Xia. Ji Xia took great care of it and even valued it more than the enterprises in the village. Ji Changgeng was also aware of this, so he paid close attention to the school's teaching.
"The school used to have holidays during the busy farming season, but now there are no holidays. We have classes five days a week, and six days a week for junior high school. We teach seriously. Now that we have a third year of junior high school, before school starts, I asked the teachers in the cowshed to provide teaching materials, print a batch of them, and teach according to them. I don't let them be lazy at all." Ji Changgeng said.
"If I go to high school, do I have to go to the county?" Ji Xia asked.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter. Now our commune has a bus going to the county twice a day. There is an ox cart from our village to the commune. It leaves when it is full every day. It is driven by Uncle Lao Gen. Anyway, the oxen in the village are of no use now, so we can find something for Uncle Lao Gen to do so that the oxen will not be idle." Yang Muchun said.
Uncle Lao Gen is an old widower in Jijia Village with no children.
"Uncle, if we can find a teacher, I suggest we build a vocational and technical school in our village that specializes in teaching things like mechanical repair. But this school can charge tuition, because after all, students can start working and earn money as soon as they graduate.
However, the diplomas issued by vocational and technical schools must be recognized by the education department. If Uncle Chang Gung can come along, I will support the establishment of the school and the provision of teaching resources."
Ji Changgeng didn't understand, so Ji Xia explained the benefits of running this school to him. "Right now, Bing County is vigorously developing its industry, and we are in great need of talent in all areas. This is especially true in equipment and technology. This school is designed to cultivate this type of talent."
For example, this time, we're building a fertilizer and pesticide plant. Even if I put the production line in front of you, you wouldn't be able to start it. I'll teach you, but what about equipment maintenance and factory management? I can't stay here all year long!"
"Sister, I want to go to this school in the future." Ji Rongbin said happily while pulling Ji Xia's clothes. He mainly understood that he would be able to work and earn money after graduation.
Ji Xia rubbed his head and said, "Rongbin and Ronghua will go to college in the future. Don't go to this school. It is specially designed to train workers."
Ji Changgeng understood and couldn't help but get excited, "Xia Xia, if we open a school, our village doesn't have the talent for it!"
"Yes, but it's risky," Ji Xia said.
Ji Changgeng knew that what she said about the people in the cowshed made sense, but even though he felt that he was on solid ground, he did not dare to risk the wrath of the world.
"I've raised this matter with the county. It's urgent to train talent in this area. If we delay any further, it will hinder production in the future."
This is also the biggest problem of this era. Teachers have become the lowest class, have no respect for knowledge, and trample on the traditional virtue of respecting teachers and valuing education.
This is also what Ji Xia can't stand.
She had no intention of fighting against the times, because she knew that these ten years would pass sooner or later and the country would always get back on the right track. But now, because of these problems, it was holding it back so much that all capable people were suppressed. There was no one left to use, so she had to fight back.
She wanted to fight for Jijia Village to open the school there, but she also knew that it would be unrealistic for Jijia Village to run the school. In fact, if the county could do more to prevent some saboteurs from disrupting the school, she would not want to cause such trouble for the village.
"Xia Xia is here, it's time to eat!" Aunt He Xiang was standing at the door wearing an apron and holding a spatula. When she saw Ji Xia coming, she hurriedly shouted.
Just at this time, it was time for lunch at the factory. We had a two-hour lunch break and everyone could go home to eat.
This would be impossible in later generations. People would only have half an hour to eat at noon, but the pace is not that fast now.
In fact, the fast pace of life in later generations makes people very tired and often fall into self-doubt. What is the purpose of living?
Struggle is necessary, but everything should be done in moderation. After all, humans are not animals and cannot be treated like animals.
Everyone in the factory had heard the news of Ji Xia's return, because they had lunch together in the cafeteria at noon and now they all came over after work.
"Xia Xia, you're back!" Chen Suhua and others surrounded her.
Ji Xia greeted them one by one, "Chen Zhigang, Shang Zhikun, Yunyue, are you all okay?"
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