Xiao Qinghe felt guilty and hid behind Wang Cuilan.
Wang Cuilan patted her little head and smiled, "You can't blame Xiao Qinghe for this. I was the one who pulled her aside to talk. If you want to blame someone, just blame me."
Wang Cuilan took Xiao Qinghe's hand and walked forward. "Don't you want to pick branches? Then let's go now."
Wang Guoquan nodded, called his wife, and followed her.
Because it was Wang Guoquan’s first time doing grafting and he had no experience.
I only broke off about ten branches and took them back.
On the way, someone saw Wang Guoquan holding an orange branch in his hand and asked him a question.
After learning that Wang Guoquan was going to graft the fruit trees himself, he followed along to watch the fun.
It is human nature to watch the fun, and that person has a loud voice.
So, when Wang Guoquan returned home, he was followed by many people.
A large group of people came to the door, and the team leader Wang Zhongyun, who was sitting in the yard rolling tobacco leaves, was startled.
Thinking something big had happened in the village, I quickly stood up and went forward to ask what happened.
When Wang Zhongyun learned that these people were there to see his youngest son grafting fruit trees, he was confused.
When did the youngest child in his family become so successful and learn how to graft fruit trees?
He cast an inquiring look at his old wife, and after seeing that she also shook her head, Wang Zhongyun secretly asked Wang Cuilan who was following behind him.
"Girl Cuilan, tell me when your brother Quan will learn how to graft fruit trees. How come I don't know?"
Wang Cuilan thought to herself, it’s strange that you knew that.
Wang Guoquan only has the brain and eyes to do it, but it is not certain whether his hands can do it.
Don't have too high expectations.
But the person in front of her was Wang Guoquan's biological father after all, so Wang Cuilan spoke more subtly, "Brother Quan recently learned a skill from a book, and today is the first time he tried it."
Wang Cuilan focused on the first attempt, while Wang Zhongyun focused on the book.
"What? Cuilan, you said your brother Quan learned the grafting technique from a book?"
"You're not lying to me, are you? When did that brat Guoquan learn to read? Doesn't he get a headache whenever he reads?"
Wang Zhongyun still remembers the scene where he broke his stick in order to get Wang Guoquan to go to junior high school.
I would rather die than go to school!
Ask him why?
He said his head hurt when he saw the textbook.
"Now his head doesn't hurt when he reads?" Wang Zhongyun asked Wang Cuilan.
Wang Cuilan hesitated, "Maybe?"
Wang Zhongyun lowered his head, thinking.
After a while, Wang Zhongyun said to Wang Cuilan, "Now the children from the neighboring Dali Village are also sent to our village to study."
"The principal of our village primary school reported to the brigade that there were too many students and too few teachers, and suggested that the brigade recruit two more teachers from the team."
"Originally, the Party Secretary and I had discussed that the two teachers would have to be found among the educated youth, but now your brother Quan is also willing to study. Do you think he is qualified for the teaching position?"
Wang Cuilan: “…”
Wang Cuilan’s first reaction was that her cousin might be crazy.
Given Wang Guoquan's lazy and irresponsible character, if he is asked to be a teacher in school, wouldn't that corrupt the children?
Seeing that Wang Cuilan didn't say anything and looked at him with shock.
Wang Zhongyun thought that Wang Cuilan was using her eyes to condemn him for being partial and seeking benefits for her younger son.
He looked slightly embarrassed and explained, "I also know that your brother Quan's education level cannot compare with those educated youth. Logically, those educated youth should be allowed to become teachers."
"But those educated youth aren't from Xinghua Village after all. Who knows when the policy from above will change? They'll just go back to the city."
"What will happen to the children in our village school then? Won't there be no one to teach them?"
Wang Zhongyun put his hands behind his back and looked at Wang Cuilan with eyes full of wisdom. "So I thought that the teachers of the village primary school should be from our village."
"Even if those educated youth leave in the future, our village school will not fall into disrepair. Our children will still have someone to teach them."
At this point, the team leader sighed deeply, "I know that Guoquan's personality isn't suitable for teaching children, but isn't it true that there aren't many suitable young people in our village?"
In the past few years, everyone was poor and even survival was a problem. How could we bear to let our children go to school?
Therefore, there are very few people in the village who are about the same age as Wang Cuilan and have received education.
Not to mention junior high and high school, there are only a handful of people who can finish elementary school.
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