School classes are finally back on track.
Jiang Wanyue re-taught pinyin to the first and second graders, corrected their pronunciation, and tried not to mix in dialect.
For arithmetic class, she rewrote the lesson plans, focusing on the children's calculation ability, especially oral and mental arithmetic.
Music, art, and science have one class per week, which can be considered an interest class. All five grades in the school take it together, and it has become the most anticipated course for all students in the school.
Every day after school, Jiang Wanyue would privately teach Song Huai the sophomore courses, planning to have him take the exams with the sophomore students at the end of the semester. If his grades were acceptable, he could go directly to the sophomore grade in the second semester of next year.
In the blink of an eye, it is mid-November. After the winter wheat planting is completed, the real busy farming season of the year is over. The village has to arrange more than 30 male laborers to carry water conservancy, which is voluntary labor.
That day, Jiang Wanyue came back from school and went to Song Laosan's house next door to pick up Huazi.
Song Lao San took out a large woven straw mat and handed it to her: "I was busy before and didn't have time, but now I've finally finished it. Can you see if there's anything I need to change?"
"Third brother's editing is really good." Jiang Wanyue looked left and right, very satisfied, stood up and said, "Fenglian, come with Fourth Aunt."
Song Fenglian was thinking about Jiang Wanyue having candy, so she came here happily.
Jiang Wanyue took out a bag of black noodles from the house, weighing about four or five pounds.
It's not that she was reluctant to give white flour, but every household was reluctant to eat fine grains. It would be strange if she didn't arouse suspicion when she suddenly took out a big bag.
Black noodles cost about 10 cents for two pounds, and 20 to 30 cents for four or five pounds, which is equivalent to a man's day's wages. If you pay so much, no one will suffer a loss.
Song Fenglian took the black noodles home, and soon brought back some lettuces: "Aunt Si, my mother gave them to me."
Jiang Wanyue had no choice but to go back to the house and take out two fried dough twists: "One for each of you two sisters. Don't tell your parents, or I'll take it back from you."
"Thank you, Fourth Auntie!"
Song Fenglian went back happily with the fried dough twist, then secretly pulled her twin sister out of the door and stuffed the fried dough twist into her.
Song Fengjiao frowned: "Where did it come from?"
"I won't tell you!" Song Fenglian took a bite of the crispy fried dough twist and said vaguely, "It's delicious, sister, if you don't want to eat it, let me eat it!"
Song Fengjiao knew immediately: "I'm going to tell my parents that you took things from Fourth Aunt's house again. Fourth Uncle is dead, and Fourth Aunt is not easy to be alone. Why are you so ignorant?"
"How can I be ignorant? I run errands for my parents and Fourth Aunt. I give you some of the hard work fee Fourth Aunt gives me, and you still scold me!" Song Fenglian snatched the fried dough twist away, "I'll eat it alone, humph!"
She ran outside angrily and saw Song Huaizhi picking hay in a field in the distance. He was two years younger than her and worked harder than her every day.
She walked over, stuffed the twisted dough stick she snatched from Song Fengjiao into Song Huaizhi's hand, and said in an unhappy tone: "Give it back to you!"
Song Huaizhi looked at the familiar-looking fried dough twist and was stunned for a moment.
He knew that there were a lot of snacks at home, and his mother would give some to them from time to time. He was always curious why his mother bought so many and kept them at home.
Even if my mother's parents had given her some money, she shouldn't have spent it like this.
He tried to ask twice, but his mother gave a vague answer each time.
He then knew that his mother had a secret.
The secret must be related to the box in the house, which is always locked and avoids him every time it is opened.
Song Huaizhi didn't take the fried dough twist and said calmly, "My mother gave it to you. You can eat it. I don't want it."
"You didn't want this." Song Fenglian laughed, "You can't blame me for this."
Even if her parents punished her, she would have a reason to escape the beating.
When Jiang Wanyue was cooking, someone suddenly came into the yard.
She walked out and saw that it was the militia from the brigade.
The militiaman said in a businesslike manner: "The diesel engine in the brigade is broken, and we need to raise money to repair it. Each household should contribute one dollar, and it must be paid to the brigade headquarters before tomorrow night."
Jiang Wanyue nodded: "Got it."
One dollar was not a lot of money for her, so she didn't take it seriously.
But while eating, he heard a quarrel in Song Laosan's house next door.
At first, they were arguing quietly, and it was hard to hear clearly. Then He Zhen suddenly said loudly, "You can get so much with one dollar. Why should you give it to the brigade? You have run out of painkillers and need to go to the county hospital to buy some. You can't get anything done if you are short of one dollar..."
"Please put off buying medicine..." Song Lao San sighed, "My father is the team leader, and our Song family must be the first to pay the money..."
"Yes, yes, when it comes to paying the money, you are the captain's son. When it comes to arranging tasks, you are nothing. Everyone complains that you have a broken leg and gives us the cold shoulder..."
He Zhen said this and started crying.
Life was very difficult at home, and they had to spend every penny carefully. One dollar was too much, and she was reluctant to give it away.
Jiang Wanyue frowned.
One dollar is not a small amount for any family in the village, and I am afraid that the money cannot be collected in full.
She prepared the meal, and when the family was having dinner, people from other families in the village started quarreling. They specifically came to Song Dahai's house to quarrel.
"Captain, one dollar is too much. Our family can't afford it anyway."
"My family just earned 50 cents from selling eggs. If we give it up, won't it cost us our lives?"
"For so many years, the brigade has not had a penny in its account. How can we ask everyone to chip in? Those few people in everyone's family were not born out of thin air!"
"Fellow villagers, please be quiet." Song Dahai said with a worried look on his face. "If there is any way, the team will not trouble you. The diesel engine broke down two days ago. The agricultural technician couldn't fix it. We spent money to hire someone from the county to take a look. He said that the entire cylinder structure was broken. We need to buy parts from the provincial machinery factory to replace it. The parts cost at least two or three hundred. How can the team have so much money?"
There are a total of eight groups in Xiaojing Village Brigade, with each group having about 40 to 50 households, excluding some five-guarantee households, educated youth, and people living in the cowshed... There are about 300 households in total. Each household receives one yuan, and the remaining three hundred is used to buy spare parts from the provincial capital. This is the solution discussed by several people in the brigade headquarters.
"But, but we really don't have any money..." An old lady was embarrassed, "The youngest is getting married, and my grandson is sick and needs to go to the county for medical treatment. We can't afford it."
Song Dahai said, "Since it's so difficult, then your family won't pay it for now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, others started shouting too.
"My granddaughter is also sick and has no money for medical treatment. My family won't pay for it anymore."
"If they don't pay, why should my family pay?"
"Then I won't pay it either!"
Song Dahai was in a state of panic: "The village will distribute grain soon, and then we will mill rice. At the end of the year, the oil mill and tofu shop will need diesel engines to operate. If the diesel engines can't be repaired, nothing can be done. Don't act rashly!"
The villagers were making a lot of noise and didn't listen at all.
"Dad, Dad!" Jiang Wanyue squeezed into the crowd, "Everyone is very excited, let's stop talking for now."
Zhou Xiugui was afraid that the quarrel would get worse, so she closed the gate to the yard.
Jiang Wanyue then said, "Dad, should we give that thing I mentioned earlier a try?"
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