023 You're smart
Gao Qinghe returned to his room and found a pencil and a workbook used by his sister from the desk drawer.
When I turned to the back of the exercise book, there were two blank pages.
She wanted to create a simple category and list the small commodities that were popular at this time in her previous life.
Daily necessities, fine jewelry, clothing accessories...
After writing just a few strokes, Gao Qinghe felt uncomfortable all over.
In the previous life, after major brand chains such as coffee, milk tea, and desserts entered the market.
She developed the habit of eating some snacks or having a cup of coffee or milk tea when thinking deeply.
Feeling very hungry, Gao Qinghe came to the main hall.
According to the remaining memories from the previous life, I successfully found the jar of rock sugar that my grandmother had placed in the cupboard.
Quickly take out two and put them in your mouth to satisfy your craving.
The restlessness in my body was instantly soothed, and my eyes narrowed in satisfaction.
When he asked his family members if they wanted it, the adults all shook their heads, only Gao Qingmiao said yes.
Gao Qinghe smiled and picked a large one, feeding it to his mouth, "Thank you for your hard work."
Gao Qingmiao didn't expect that her sister would actually feed the candy into her mouth.
The eighteen-year-old boy's face instantly turned red to his neck, and his eyes were shining.
He felt that his elder sister seemed to have changed in the past few days.
In the past, the eldest sister only had eyes for Zhou Zhenghua and the Zhou family.
But now she can see her family around her and will take the initiative to care for them.
With candy in his mouth, Gao Qingmiao worked with great energy.
I took the initiative to let my mother and grandmother rest, and I finished drying all the remaining vermicelli by myself.
At the reminder of his parents, Gao Qinghe made another cup of milk powder and brought it back to his room.
Gao Qinghe quickly got into the state.
The pencil writes quickly on the homework paper.
Rows of small product names fill the entire page.
Gao Qinghe wrote down more than eighty small commodities that he could remember in one breath.
These are all things that will become popular in the county town next.
From daily necessities such as kettles, washbasins, and washcloths to underwear, socks, hairbands and hairpins.
The most familiar things are the things that girls like.
For example, leggings, stockings, butterfly hairpins, plastic headbands and polka dot scarves.
She vaguely remembered that these small commodities had not yet appeared on the market in 1989.
But memories are old and need to be verified.
So there would be a big market in town the day after tomorrow, and Gao Qinghe decided to go and check out the market situation.
After completing the plan, Gao Qinghe put down his worn-out pencil, stood up and stretched lazily.
Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door.
Every household in the village has no habit of closing the door.
Naturally, no one has the habit of knocking on the door.
The person knocks on the door to alert the people in the house.
Everyone in the yard turned their heads to look at the gate, very surprised.
Mrs. Tian: "Hey! Zhenghua is here."
Guests are welcome, so Zhou Zhenghua was invited to come in and sit down.
Because of Gao Qinghe, the Gao family members were polite yet distant, no longer as close and enthusiastic as before.
Zhou Zhenghua stepped through the door and politely called out, "Grandma, Uncle Chongyi, Aunt Ying, Miaomiao."
His gaze fell on Gao Qinghe standing behind the window, and he paused noticeably.
With a hint of apology in his eyes, he nodded at her, "Qing He."
Gao Qinghe hummed with a forced smile and slammed the window shut.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Old Mrs. Tian quickly took out a chair and placed it by the door, saying, "Zhenghua, sit down, sit down."
Zhou Zhenghua waved his hand and he said a few words.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Zhou Zhenghua said to Gao Chongyi:
"Uncle Chongyi, the county has approved the quota for regularization of private teachers. There are five vacancies in the entire county this time. Please write an application as soon as possible. I will bring it to you when I go to the county in a few days."
Huang Ying looked at her husband with joy: "Lao Gao, if this application is approved, you will be a formal teacher with a permanent position in the future!"
Gao Chongyi nodded to signal his wife not to get excited, and seemed very calm.
After all, he has been applying for this for five consecutive years, and there is no guarantee that he will be successful this time.
Gao Chongyi asked, "Secretary Zhou, there are only five spots?"
Zhou Zhenghua said embarrassedly: "Uncle Chongyi, just call me by my name."
"As for the quota, there are indeed only five, but with Uncle Chongyi's qualifications, there's a high probability that he'll be selected this time."
Having said that, Zhou Zhenghua glanced at the tightly closed window.
There was a green panda curtain behind the glass window, with only a tiny gap showing through, and I could vaguely sense a figure by the window.
"Uncle Chongyi." Zhou Zhenghua gestured to Gao Chongyi to let him step aside and talk.
When they reached the door, Zhou Zhenghua lowered his voice and said:
"I know a friend in the county who happens to be in charge of the permanent employment of the old rural teachers. You just need to prepare the materials and I will take care of the rest."
Gao Chongyi was surprised and asked tentatively, "Is this too much trouble for you?"
"How can you say it's troublesome?"
Zhou Zhenghua said seriously, "You are the only teacher in our village. Without your hardworking and diligent teacher, none of us, including me, would be able to leave this mountain."
"I've come back now to repay my fellow countrymen with the knowledge I've learned and to improve the salaries of veteran teachers. This is what I should do!"
After Zhou Zhenghua finished speaking, he said hello to Old Lady Tian and Huang Ying in the courtyard and left.
Gao Chongyi wanted to see him off, but he waved his hand to signal him to stay.
Watching them leave, Gao Chongyi still felt incredulous.
He was deeply moved by what Zhou Zhenghua said, but he remained rational.
Gao Chongyi went home and briefly relayed Zhou Zhenghua's words to his wife and children.
"If he really succeeds in this, our family will owe him a big favor."
Gao Chongyi, in Gao Qinghe's words.
He has a very deceptive appearance, but actually has a hundred and eighty tricks up his sleeve.
However, when it comes to his students, Gao Chongyi is 100% sincere.
No one hopes more than he does that the children in the village can successfully leave the mountains and see the big world outside.
As for the three children in the family, the eldest and second oldest have never focused on studying since childhood.
However, his youngest daughter inherited his love of learning, so there is still some hope.
The couple looked at each other and then looked at their daughter who came out of the house.
"Baoer, didn't you break up?"
Gao Chongyi just thought about it for a moment and knew who Zhou Zhenghua was suddenly doing this for.
Gao Qinghe doesn't have as much psychological burden as his parents.
He said with a clear conscience, "This is his job. Why are you thinking so much about it, Dad? Time is running out. Hurry up and write the materials."
I saw that my parents still looked worried.
Gao Qinghe said, "I didn't take the initiative to look for him, and he didn't say who it was for. If it comes to me, I won't refuse it."
Gao Qinghe pushed his father into the house and said, "Hurry up and write. Give it to me when you're done. I'll take it to you."
"Really?" Gao Chongyi was moved. "If he..."
"No ifs!"
Gao Qinghe playfully winked at his father and said, "Don't worry, I'll thank him when the time comes."
In the face of tangible benefits, what's wrong with her giving him a smile!
I watched my father come into the room, pick up a pen and paper and start writing materials.
Gao Qinghe thought to himself: Zhou Zhenghua, you are sensible.
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