Chapter 150 Niece, what are you going to do?

Song Yunuan ran to her uncle's house again. 挘

Song Nian happily told her that the drawings were adopted and he was going to give her a bonus next week.

Song Yunuan hurriedly reminded her to remember to make a certificate, and then asked about the night school.

Song Nian: "There are many applicants and few classes. We can only wait until next year or the year after."

Is it so popular?

"Uncle, take me to see."

If my uncle and aunt want to grow up, they can't just work.

They need to be educated and educated. 挘

Although they are not bad students, they are also mediocre.

It is not realistic to take the exam.

So Song Nian took Song Yunuan to Nanshan Night School.

The place is not big, with only a few bungalows surrounded by walls, and the office and classroom are together.

When I went to the registration office, it was full.

After Song Yu Nuan turned around, she stood in front of the window of the principal's office. Pretending not to see the old man sitting inside, she said to Song Nian in a loud voice: "Uncle, this Nanshan Night School has only two classes, why is it called a night school? Isn't it just a cram school for junior high school students? What's more, there is not even an English class."

Song Nian: "..."

This is not something I should understand.

But intuitively, his eldest niece would not talk nonsense. Normally, whenever she spoke, she liked to make a joke...

Sure enough, the window was pushed open, and Principal Cui, wearing reading glasses, stood in front of the window and patiently explained: "Yes, it is indeed a cram school for junior and senior high school students. There is no suitable teacher for the English class, but even so, it is also a night school."

Song Yunuan showed a proper look of surprise: "Are you also a teacher?"

Principal Cui nodded, and did not say who he was.

Mainly because it was unnecessary.

"Hello, teacher." Song Yunuan greeted politely.挘

Then, blinking her big eyes, she continued to look forward to it with Song Nian: "Uncle, how great it would be if this was a school for employees and cadres, a full-time school with college classes and various majors. I heard from Brother Dongzi that employee training is the norm in their electronics factories, but it is very troublesome. They have to go to other places for training, and the tuition fees are all paid to schools outside the city. It would be great if there were schools locally. Uncle, why don't night schools become schools for employees and cadres?"

Song Nian was so shocked that he stuttered. What was Xiao Nuan talking about? Why didn't he understand?

"... That's... not that easy. It needs approval from the state, right?"

"That's true. But if it becomes a vocational cadre school, you can come in and study. It's not like now. There are only two cram schools, and they don't even give a diploma. There are so many people scrambling for it, and you can't even register."

Song Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead. Niece, what are you going to do? Can

you tell me in advance? Principal Cui, who had closed the window, opened it again and looked at Song Yu Nuan suspiciously: "Little girl, are you talking about the electronic factory employee training?"

"Well, my brother Dongzi said so. He said it would be better if we could train locally."

"Little girl, what's your name?" Principal Cui's eyes suddenly lit up.

Of course he knew the electronic factory, and the factory director was Zheng Dong.

It should be the Dongzi brother mentioned by the little girl.

His night school is very shabby.

If the training of the electronics factory can be brought here, even if there is only one class, the standard of the night school will be raised.

"My name is Song Yunuan, and this is my uncle." After Song Yunuan introduced himself, he said disappointedly: "Uncle, since there are no places for next year, let's come back in two years." The uncle

and nephew walked towards the school gate. 挘

Song Nian really wanted to leave, but Song Yunuan waited for the old man to call them.

"Wait a minute!"

Principal Cui shouted hurriedly, leaning halfway out.

So, Song Nian signed up in a daze. In fact, it was not full at all, just like selling tickets at a train station, they will not be sold out, and there will always be a few left for emergencies.

This is the same.

Principal Cui spoke to Song Yunuan enthusiastically.

Then the topic turned to the electronics factory. Song Yu Nuan smiled and said, "Principal Cui, we have to become a vocational cadre school before the electronics factory can come for training. Moreover, if it is well run, not only the electronics factory but also textile factories and machinery factories will come. If the professions are rich enough and the varieties are sufficient, maybe the employees of other cities will come here in batches for training and study."

There were many such schools in the 1980s.

Some were called forest cadre schools, and some were called vocational cadre schools.

There were no fresh graduates, and they were basically all employees of the units.

They take the entrance exam, and then receive off-the-job training, both by correspondence and full-time. After graduation, they are awarded a unified national diploma.

This kind of education is also useful in the workplace.

If you look at the resumes of many people born in the 1960s or 1970s, you will find that many of them

graduated from this kind of school.

After all, too few people get into college.

And such schools are easy to get into.

The state approves them quickly.

The 1980s was a time when people were eager for knowledge, culture and education.

The same was true in Nanshan County.

Principal Cui asked in astonishment: "Little girl, how do you know so much?"

Song Yunuan shook her head and said as if embarrassed: "It was Grandpa Hu from the Provincial University of Technology who told me... But Grandpa Hu has retired."

At this time, they were all in the principal's office.

It was a very ordinary room, almost like a utility room.

Principal Cui was drinking water leisurely with a large teapot, and he also wanted to find out about the little girl's background. Unexpectedly, he almost choked on a mouthful of tea.

Song Yunuan knew Zheng Dong, and he knew what was going on. It turned out that he was a director of a large courtyard.

But Principal Hu.

That was at the level of Taidou, and he had no right to talk to him.

Principal Cui was excited. Who

doesn't have an ambition, even though he will retire in a few years.

If the night school can really be upgraded to a vocational school, then he would laugh even in his dreams.

Moreover, upgrading to a vocational school means that more people can come to train, learn, improve themselves, and then build our motherland.

Especially for the educated youth who went to the countryside, they have missed the best age for learning.

If there is this school, it will be no less than a new life for them.

He said to Song Nian enthusiastically: "Well, you two can come to class. If there is no one to take care of the children, you can bring the children."

Song Nian felt a little guilty and a little flattered. 挘

The first two times he came to register, he was told coldly: There is no place, come again next year.

Of course, for Song Nian, he didn't know who Principal Hu was.

Song Nian temporarily went to a high school cram school, Sun Jinrong went to a junior high school cram school, and the transfer student was Hu Zi. It

was all solved in a short time.

Principal Cui enthusiastically sent Song Yunuan out.