Three days after the call for papers was announced, submissions came in like snowflakes.
The first prize is 1,000 yuan, and the excellent prize is 100 yuan. For an ordinary working class person, it is a huge sum of money. Anyone who can write articles will try their luck.
Jiang Wanyue specially invited Director Niu of the provincial daily newspaper to be the chief judge, and other editors to serve as judges, and together they selected the first, second, third and excellent prizes.
The first prize article was also published in the newspaper. The author used beautiful prose-like writing to describe a one-day trip of the Xiaojing Brigade. From the landscape to the humanistic feelings, and then to the experiences in the factory, it made people feel as if they were there in person. Finally, it was sublimated into a profound analysis of the entire social public opinion environment. The first prize was well deserved.
Jiang Wanyue printed several copies of all the winning articles and placed them in their store. At the same time, she posted news reports about them from the provincial daily on the walls.
The pen of a writer is equivalent to the gun of a soldier. Once the article was published, it caused huge discussion.
The provincial store welcomed a peak in traffic, with more customers than in the first three days of its opening.
It was too busy, absolutely impossible to handle it. The eight salesmen were so busy that they didn't even have time to eat. They were still busy until after eight o'clock in the evening before closing the store.
Although busy, everyone felt fulfilled and extremely happy.
"Director, do you know how much we earned today?" Lin Jin was extremely excited. "Forty-seven thousand. My God, it's almost fifty thousand. The spending power of the people in the provincial capital is really amazing!"
Jiang Wanyue looked at the renovated store next door and said, "It's time to open the bamboo weaving factory store."
After returning to Xiaojing Brigade, she went to inspect the bamboo weaving factory. The orders from last year's Canton Fair were finally almost completed, and they would soon be able to produce bamboo weavings for the provincial store. After discussing with Xiang Lingxiao, they decided to set the opening time of the bamboo weaving factory store on National Day, which is October 1st.
Time flies and it is the end of August, the last day.
The kindergarten carefully built by Jiang Wanyue was finally completed and welcomed the first batch of children. The last day of August was used to allow the students to adapt.
Song Huazhi was carrying a small schoolbag and crying, "I don't want to go to school, I don't want to go to school, wuwuwu... My brothers and sisters started school at the age of six, why do I have to go to school at the age of three, mom, I don't want to, no..."
Jiang Wanyue has a headache.
We had already agreed on it at home, why did you start crying again when you got to the school gate?
A little boy from the same village, who was also going to kindergarten, made a face and said, "Song Huazhi, you crybaby, lelelele!"
"You are the crybaby!"
Song Huazhi sprayed back angrily.
The child's mother quickly covered her child's mouth and smiled embarrassedly at Jiang Wanyue: "I'm sorry, Director, this child is ignorant..."
Jiang Wanyue said indifferently: "The child is telling the truth."
She squatted down and said seriously: "Hua Zi, if you study hard in school for a day, your mother will come to pick you up in the evening and pick you up first, how about that?"
Song Huazhi stretched out his finger and said, "It's a deal then. Mom will be the first one to pick me up."
Jiang Wanyue made a pinky promise with him.
The little guy finally went in, looking back every few steps.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There were only about 40 students in the first batch of kindergarten, and they were divided into two classes according to their age.
We hired six teachers, three per class, a head teacher, and a chef to be responsible for the children's lunch.
Although the kindergarten is not for profit, meals cost money every day. A meal plus some snacks cost 0.2 yuan, and there are 26 days of school a month, which means 5.2 yuan. Add on other miscellaneous expenses, and the monthly fee is 6 yuan.
If it were two years ago, if a family was asked to spend six yuan a month to send their child to school, no one would go.
After all, elementary school tuition only costs three yuan per semester, and few families are willing to send their children to elementary school.
But in the past two years, Xiaojing Brigade has recruited workers on a large scale. Basically, every household has someone working as a worker. The lowest monthly salary for a worker is 17.8 yuan, plus the bonus system and meal allowance, the monthly salary is about 30 yuan. If two people work, the monthly salary is 60 yuan, which is enough to send a child to school.
Even so, only about forty families sent their children here.
In consideration of dual-income families, kindergartens finish school later, about ten minutes later than the factory's closing time.
Jiang Wanyue left work five minutes early and was the first to arrive at the kindergarten, standing first in line.
As soon as the bell rang, she saw Song Huazhi standing in the first row with a small schoolbag on his back.
"Director Jiang, Huazi was very well behaved today." The teacher said with a smile, "Many children cried, but he helped to comfort them. He is such a good child."
Song Huazhi puffed up his chest proudly: "The teacher rewarded me with a little red flower."
Jiang Wanyue scratched his nose: "So good."
Parents came one after another to pick up their children and chat with them about what happened at school that day.
"Today I had eggs, meat, and soup. The food at school is so delicious."
"The teacher gave us egg cakes this afternoon, one each. They were delicious. I will come to school tomorrow."
Parents who send their children to school are also relieved. The food in school is so good and there are people watching over them. It only costs six dollars a month, which is very cost-effective.
When I took Huazi home, the meal was already ready. It was made by Song Huaizhi.
Tomorrow is September 1st. Song Huaizhi will go to junior high school and will go to school in the commune. He will also have an evening self-study class and will not be able to go home until about seven o'clock.
Jiang Wanyue bought a bicycle for Song Huaizhi to use to go to and from school.
I also asked my mother-in-law to make a bigger schoolbag for Huaizhi. There are only two main subjects in elementary school, but in junior high school there is English class, as well as many other classes. The schoolbag is too small to hold the books.
"I'll take you to school tomorrow morning." Jiang Wanyue said as she packed for him, "The school will give you meal tickets. If the food in the cafeteria is not tasty, I'll get you food from the factory cafeteria... Also, you're the youngest. If someone bullies you or stops you to ask for money, you must tell the teacher, or come back and tell your mother..."
Song Huaizhi nodded: "Mom, I know everything."
While the mother and son were talking, there was a knock on the door of the yard: "Director, it's me."
Hearing the voice, it was Mr. Lu. Song Huaizhi quickly ran to open the door and greeted him politely: "Grandpa Lu."
"Huaizhi will go to junior high school tomorrow." Mr. Lu walked in and took out a fountain pen from his pocket with a smile. "This is the fountain pen my father gave me when I was young. I have kept it well for so many years after being sent down to the countryside. It has accompanied me through the most difficult days. Now I give it to you. I hope Huaizhi, you will always have the courage to face difficulties."
Jiang Wanyue was surprised and said, "Why does it sound like what Mr. Lu said is about to leave..."
She suddenly paused and stood up abruptly, "The Lu family has been rehabilitated?!"
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