Everyone present looked at Meng Jianshe eagerly, and no one dared to reach out to take it. "teacher……"
Meng Jianshe felt like his heart was pricked by a needle.
He takes care of the students, and they have long been like his own children. Looking at their pale and skinny appearance, I couldn't bring myself to say, "Be wary of sugar-coated bullets."
Finally, he acquiesced and gave the order: "Everyone, rest where you are for twenty minutes."
“Wow!”
The young and energetic educated youth cheered and immediately surrounded Tong Qifang, took the buns and started to gobble them up.
Some people devour one in three bites, then regret that the bun is gone before they can remember the taste of the meat. Therefore, when they eat the second one, they take small bites and cherish it especially.
Meng Jianshe couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he simply turned his back and sighed at the cotton all over the ground.
Xiao Jiahua walked over and saw him like this. Without saying hello, he picked up two buns and threw them directly into his arms, simply and roughly.
She smiled and said something in dialect: "Team Leader Meng, we are from Shanghai and will not reject the kindness of the masses."
The soft Wu dialect sounds familiar after a long absence.
Meng Jianshe was stunned: "Comrade Xiao, you don't look like a Shanghainese, how come you can speak Shanghainese?"
It was difficult for Xiao Jiahua to explain this to him.
You can't say that in her previous life she was born in Shanghai, studied in the United States, worked hard in Beijing, and often traveled to various countries to investigate investment markets. Her movable and immovable properties are all over the world, so she can speak Shanghainese.
When God is here, everything can be explained.
"Well, my husband's father, second uncle and second aunt are all from Shanghai, so I learned a little from my husband, just a little bit."
Because of a dialect, several female educated youth came over, surrounded Xiao Jiahua, and started chatting.
After a chat, I found out that the First and Second Agricultural Divisions stationed in southern Xinjiang were mostly composed of these Shanghai educated youth.
That year, in order to respond to the policy, Shanghai even shouted the slogan "First the frontier, second returning home, third Anhui". They are also part of these tens of thousands of border troops.
A female educated youth asked curiously: "Comrade Xiao, since your husband is half Shanghainese, why did you stay in Taifeng County after you married him?"
Xiao Jiahua could only continue to cover up her lies, telling a story about how her family had "arranged marriages" for her, how she married a live-in son-in-law with a baby, and how she was thrown into the countryside, and how she had to rely on her own self-reliance to get into the county town and make a living.
Tong Qifang was standing nearby, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he heard this.
"What era is it now? Are we still having arranged marriages? How pathetic! This is just like the reality of arranged marriages!" The female educated youth clenched her fists.
Xiao Jiahua hurriedly explained: "In fact, after my husband joined the army, he was educated by the army and respected me very much. He also paid for my trip to the frontier to learn about long-staple cotton."
"Fortunately, your husband is quite conscious..."
The topic of conversation was successfully shifted to long-staple cotton.
The female educated youth pointed to a vast cotton field not far away and said proudly: "Look over there, that's the latest 'Navy No. 1' long-staple cotton test field! And over there, the newer 'New Marine Series' has also begun testing."
"Our long-staple cotton is not something that comes naturally. At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, foreigners said that cotton could not be grown in southern Xinjiang. Our Corps refused to believe it and bought 500 grams of Egyptian long-staple cotton seeds from the Soviet Union. After 20 years of cultivation and improvement by senior scientists, we have achieved today's results..."
In this way, the history of long-staple cotton cultivation and the achievements of the base were introduced by the scholars.
Meng Jianshe was chewing on a toasted bun and tried to stop them several times. When he responded to them, he heard complaints from his classmates.
Yes, the "䲾毛女" is here to learn, and as a teacher, of course I have to teach everything I know.
After all, "䲾毛女" is already pitiful enough, how could she have any bad intentions!
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