First update
After the symposium ended, before Qin Yao could ask more questions, she spotted Bai Qiuling and Old Lady Ge in the crowd. Qin Yao walked up to them and took the initiative to greet them: "I said I would come to school to visit you, but I never had the chance. Now is the perfect opportunity."
"Let's have dinner together." Bai Qiuling took the initiative to invite. In fact, she was a little reluctant to recognize Qin Yao in front of her. Qin Yao had changed so much. It wasn't the change in her facial features, but the change in her entire temperament and demeanor. She looked so proud and happy.
She spoke and acted with confidence and ease.
"Qin Yao, you have changed a lot now."
Qin Yao smiled and said, "Has it gotten better or worse?"
"Of course she has gotten better. Her face is rosy and she is much more mature than before." Bai Qiuling still remembers that Qin Yao was out of control back then. She would walk her child around the staff quarters and treat the child like an ox or a horse to pull a cart.
"Now you are just like Captain Gu. You can no longer do fun things like letting children pull carts."
Qin Yao: “…”
Comrade Xiao Qin thought, that’s not necessarily true, it makes it sound like Gu Cheng won’t let the child pull the cart, and he would be very happy and want it.
Mrs. Ge: "Time is a butcher's knife."
"Old lady, I think you have a talent for writing." Qin Yao said sincerely, time is a butcher's knife, which has not yet become popular in this era. It is very good that Old Lady Ge can think of this metaphor.
"My granddaughter is just like me, Xiao Qin, how about you take her in as your apprentice?"
Qin Yao smiled and said, "Old lady, let your granddaughter learn the knowledge in the books first, don't make it too difficult for her."
"Time is a butcher's knife. We are old, but our children are still young, and it is the time for them to enjoy a happy childhood."
"Hmph, you are just afraid of trouble and don't want to accept a disciple." Old Mrs. Ge did not force it. Perhaps Qin Yao's praise of her writing talent just now pleased her, or perhaps she knew very well that her granddaughter was indeed not interested in writing.
According to her granddaughter’s diary, her grandmother fell countless times... and she played badminton with her friends every day. If her eldest grandson hadn’t told her, she wouldn’t have known about it.
This diary is really asking for a beating.
Qin Yao had dinner with Bai Qiuling's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Jiang Hao and Jiang Xue, a total of five people. Qin Yao originally wanted to find out about Bai Qiuling's top roommate so that she could have some fun with him. But then she thought of her neighbors and was too lazy to talk about these trivial matters. No matter how delicious the fun was, it was not as exciting as having a career.
The success in her career, especially the symposium just now, made Qin Yao feel like she was floating in the clouds. She was so overwhelmed by the sense of accomplishment that she didn't care about anything else.
Now she doesn't care much about Bai Qiuling anymore. She used to want to take advantage of Bai Qiuling's business, but now she thinks it's better to take control of her own life and become a big boss herself instead of watching others become big bosses.
It’s such a good opportunity, let’s first achieve the small goal of making 100 million.
Qin Yao didn't believe that she would be worse than Bai Qiuling. She even had a golden finger. This favorability system could not be used indiscriminately when she was sensitive in the past, for fear of being suspected of supernatural powers. There would be no opportunity to make money in society. But when the market economy comes in the future, the skill of "perspective" alone will allow her to sit on the Diaoyutai and make countless money.
After having dinner with Bai Qiuling and her mother-in-law, Qin Yao said goodbye and left. Somehow, Bai Qiuling felt a little lost.
I have finally become a college student in this life. Even if I don’t show it verbally, I still have a sense of superiority that belongs to college students.
But Qin Yao didn't seem to care much about her identity as a college student - Bai Qiuling didn't know that Qin Yao had traveled back from the era of expanded undergraduate enrollment and did not have any belief in academic qualifications.
Most of her friends are masters and doctors, and precisely because of this, there is no excessive worship of academic qualifications. As the saying goes, there are all kinds of birds in the forest. Qin Yao has met too many wonderful masters and doctors, and she understands that many people in this world, no matter how much they read, are stupid. They cannot communicate and are disenchanted in life and interpersonal relationships, not to mention the large number of fake masters and doctors who do not live up to their reputation.
The university campus is large and many people travel by bicycle. Qin Yao naturally doesn't have a bicycle, so she called someone to pick her up outside the school and then walked out of the school on her own.
At this time, the trees on both sides of the school road are tall, and the green leaves are reaching up to the sky. In summer, this is the best parasol. But in rainy and thundering weather, walking under it makes me scared.
Fallen leaves gathered in piles on the roadside. The old man sweeping the floor threw his bamboo broom and trash basket aside. The piles of fallen leaves were blown up by the naughty wind, making rustling sounds.
An old man fell in front of Qin Yao. The old man was dressed very simply, the most ordinary old man's clothes. His hair was still grey, but his body looked very strong. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and his face, which was already covered with age spots, seemed to reveal the handsomeness of his youth.
Qin Yao was shocked: Is this an old man sweeping the floor?
It doesn't look like him, could he be an old professor in the school?
Qin Yao went forward to help the old man sweeping the floor and the old professor of the school. This old man did not look like a sweeper. His eyes were full of the wisdom of a cultured man. Could he be someone who had not been rehabilitated yet?
However, since the resumption of the college entrance examination, many old professors who had poor backgrounds in the past have been re-employed, so they should not be left in disgrace.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Qin Yao helped the old man up.
"Thank you, comrade." The old man's eyes were cloudy, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and gray hair, showing his age. He yawned, "My old bones are fine, but I can't move. But I still have to sweep the floor. Can you help me sweep all the fallen leaves?"
Qin Yao looked at him with a strange expression. She suspected that the old man in front of her was trying to scam her, and he didn't look like a sweeper.
The old man was also confused when he saw Qin Yao's expression. This guy didn't seem to be disgusted, nor did he seem stupid. Instead, he had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was watching a show under the stage.
"Why, do you despise me as a sweeper?"
Qin Yao shook her head: "No, I just thought of some fables. It seems that a river god appeared in front of me and asked me, honest comrade, did you drop a golden axe, a silver axe or an ordinary iron axe?"
The old man was choked by her words. It was the first time in his life that he had met someone who spoke like that.
"Lesbian, what do you mean?"
Qin Yao: "What I mean is that you are not a sweeper. If you were sweeping the floor every day, your hands wouldn't be like this. Also, you smell like ink. If you're not someone who spends all day immersed in books, you won't have that smell."
"Of course, you can also say that you are a rag picker who picks up books that students and teachers don't want."
The old man was stunned for a moment, confused by Qin Yao's unconventional move.
Qin Yao took the initiative and asked, "Uncle, are you a teacher at the school, or an old professor?"
"Did you just listen to my symposium?"
Old man: "No, who do you think you are?"
"Qin Yao, now we can meet the editor-in-chief of Southern Life Magazine. What about you, uncle? When others introduce themselves, you can't hide anything." Qin Yao joked. She didn't care much about the old man in the past, and she had no interest in currying favor with him. Therefore, she was not too interested in the identity of the old man in front of her, nor did she want to gain his favor, and spoke very casually.
grandfather:"……"
"Are you the monk who sweeps the floor in the Sutra Library?"
Yuan Rongjin had a gloomy face. Where did such an unreliable young man come from? He was also a sweeping monk. How many martial arts novels had he read secretly?
"I'm just an ordinary teacher, old man." Yuan Rongjin said indifferently. He is old and has no desire to show off. He is not well-known in the school and is unknown - this is what he thinks.
It’s actually better not to be famous, as you can live an ordinary life.
"What? You are a college student from the 1920s or 1930s?" Qin Yao looked at the old scholar in front of her with an extremely admiring look, which made her have to look up to him. After all, as a post-2000s person, she really had no chance to meet a few college students from the 1920s and 1930s.
It has been more than a hundred years since 1900, and seniors like Yuan Rongjin are simply living history textbooks.
He studied in a private school in Dazhuo, went to a university in the Republic of China, and is now a university teacher. Even if he is not famous, he received orthodox literary education. He learned traditional Chinese characters in elementary school and has never experienced a cultural gap. He has a very high literary literacy and a strong foundation in classical Chinese.
Originally, Qin Yao didn't think much of this old man, but now she really admired him for a moment. She had never seen such a living treasure before.
She wanted to listen to such an old man talk about history and gossip from the 1920s and 1930s, such as real celebrities in history and whether they had ever seen them.
Yuan Rongjin: "Girl, what's in your head?"
Yuan Rongjin was puzzled, thinking that he was being too modest. He hadn't even given his name, but only said that he was an unknown person. However, Qin Yao in front of him did not refute at all, and instead looked at him with an admiring look, making him feel as if he had punched cotton.
If you want to act cool, people won't respond. Before you even start pretending, people will treat you as a cool person.
But he is a big B, not a small B, and he can't show off his real B.
Qin Yao took the initiative to ask: "Teacher, can you tell me about the past? Do you want me to write an autobiography for you?"
Writing an autobiography is already a piece of cake for Qin Yao. Under the pretext of writing an autobiography for her uncle, Qin Yao wants to learn more about the stories of college students in the 1920s and 1930s.
Yuan Rongjin almost couldn't breathe. Write an autobiography? Who asked you to write an autobiography? When did he mention writing an autobiography? He never thought about writing an autobiography.
Why doesn't this girl play by the rules?
Originally, when he heard that this young girl was publishing a journal and holding a symposium at such a young age, he thought she was just a boaster with no real ability, and that she could only attract attention and win eyeballs by shouting loud slogans.
Now it seems that her brain is different from that of ordinary people.
Yuan Rongjin's snow-white eyebrows twitched, feeling aggrieved and curious: "I think you have some ability. Other teachers and I are going to organize a literature workshop soon. Can you come and be my assistant for a few days? It won't interfere with your work."
"Okay." Qin Yao agreed without hesitation. She wanted to communicate more with such old scholars to see if she could gain some unique insights from them or understand the real education in the past.
Everything unknown is fascinating.
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