Chapter 33 Chapter 33 The wallet is full again.
It was similar to what Mu Mian thought. This matter was indeed a done deal for Xu Yongshou.
The kids don’t know anything and have to rely on teachers to teach them.
If teachers themselves can't figure it out, how can they possibly teach the kids well?
If Qian Zhiqing is not treated well, then he will have to go to work on the ground. And this matter must be settled quickly, because a new semester will be starting soon.
So, the next day, Mu Mian heard the news that the team leader said that the primary school teachers would be re-selected.
The selection method is very simple. Everyone comes to class and lets the children choose which teacher teaches well. Parents who are free can also go outside the classroom to listen.
Also participate in the voting and we will count them together when the time comes.
Then, a group of primary school students happily started school one day earlier.
Mu Mian sat in the classroom and attended the most serious class she had attended in the past few months.
Nie Sihui was not the only one who came to participate in the selection. In addition to Qian Xun, the two educated youth who were previously eliminated also came.
I guess everyone is just trying to give it a try, just in case they get selected.
There are also two scorers from the team who want to try it out, and both of them have junior high school diplomas.
However, Mu Mian had heard that these two people seemed to have just barely made it to junior high school and almost failed the entrance exam.
And I must have not read a book for a long time.
He spoke haltingly throughout the entire conversation.
You know, after the captain finished talking about this, he gave several people a day to prepare.
After all, Qian Zhiqing had said a lot before, and was a little better than the other people, but only a little bit better, and could not be compared with Nie Sihui.
Mu Mian had previously thought that Nie Sihui had sufficient education, a positive attitude, and was easy to get along with, so she was definitely better than Qian Zhiqing, who was not interested in these things.
Now after comparing them, we find that Nie Sihui is only a little bit better and seems to have some talent in teaching.
The story was concise and engaging, and many children followed the thread of thought and listened. Even some illiterate parents could tell who was teaching well.
The final result is naturally self-evident. Except for the fifth grade, the math teacher for other grades changed from Qian Xun to Nie Sihui.
Regardless of whether Qian Zhiqing was happy or not, Mu Mian was very happy for her sister Sihui.
So much so that on Nie Sihui's first day of class, Mu Mian listened carefully to half of the third grade math class to show his support.
But she was only active for half a class, and then she lowered her head to do other things. She is now addicted to making money.
You know, her mother allowed her to keep the 22 yuan in royalties for herself! !
Twenty-two dollars!
Her savings increased from a few cents to more than 20 yuan, which was a qualitative leap.
If it is allowed the first time, there will definitely be a second time. She is finally no longer a rich girl with only "real estate". She will soon have her own disposable mobile funds!
However, Mu Mian did not plan to save it. She planned to use the money to buy a new pen for her brother when she went to the commune next time.
Mu Zhuo has a fountain pen, but he has been using it for many years. It was not expensive when he bought it. Comrade Mu Fugui said he only spent five yuan.
Mu Zhuo probably doesn't have a new pen. If he bought one, he would definitely talk about it in the letter. You know, when this guy writes a letter, he even talks about which dishes in the cafeteria are delicious and which are not.
Things like pens are certainly more worthy of mention than dishes.
I didn't say anything, I'm still using the old one.
So Mu Mian planned to buy a good one for her brother, the kind she was using now.
Mu Mian was thinking about her brother, but her hands didn't slow down at all when painting.
By the time the math class was almost over, she had finished another small page.
Mu Mian’s idea was simple. He wanted to take advantage of the good situation in the past two years and earn as much as he could.
You have to know that in three or four years, many journals will be discontinued.
She was actually not sure whether the two journals to which she had previously submitted her papers would be affected.
But it certainly didn't affect her, because she was very careful when she wrote and never wrote anything ambiguous.
Besides, she is still a child.
However, although she will definitely not be affected, Mu Mian also plans to wait until the atmosphere is most tense and then keep a low profile for two years.
She wants to start publishing comic books while it’s still early. If they can be published, she can make much more money than writing articles.
When the Chinese class was over, Nie Sihui in the next classroom had just finished her math class for first and second graders.
Unlike her usual days of working in the fields and sweating profusely, Nie Sihui was in particularly good spirits and cheerful today.
Xu Lele followed Mu Mian and said whatever she wanted to say. "Sister Sihui, no... Teacher Nie, you explained it very well today. I actually understood it!"
Nie Sihui was even happier after receiving the affirmation from her students. "Then you must listen carefully in class, and don't fail the math exam next time."
Xu Lele was a kid who really didn't like exams. When he heard this, he ran away with a playful smile and a little timid, and he didn't forget to pull a little boy with him while running.
The two looked like they were very close and couldn't wait to go out and play together, which confused the little boy.
Nie Sihui was left standing there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Of course Mu Mian didn't run away with Xu Lele, but walked slowly with Nie Sihui.
As the two chatted, Nie Sihui casually asked, "You can draw, too? I saw you were always drawing in class. Did you learn it on your own?"
Mu Mian had no idea that Nie Sihui was his math teacher. He just treated it as a chat with a friend, "Yeah~ I just drew it by myself according to the comic book."
Mu Mian said the same thing to his parents and grandmother, and the three adults believed it without a doubt.
After all, talent is something that sometimes cannot be explained. People just think that the little girl is just so smart that she can do anything and there is nothing she cannot learn.
And Mu Mian just happened to have some talent, which could be considered pure self-taught.
Nie Sihui naturally believed it, and secretly sighed in her heart that this little girl was really very smart and talented.
Who doesn't like a smart, sensible and pretty little girl? Nie Sihui likes her very much. She thought for a while and said, "I still have some books I read when I was a child. Do you want to see them? I'll give them to you later."
Mu Mian was surprised, "You brought all these with you?"
Nie Sihui nodded, "I brought everything I could."
From the moment she decided to go to the countryside, she no longer considered that home as her home.
It's easy to imagine that even if she could go back in the future, there would be no place for her in the family.
Her eldest brother's girlfriend refused to move in because she disliked the small size of her eldest brother's room. Her mother wanted to merge her rooms next door and make it her eldest brother and his wife's new home.
If she didn't clean up and take the things in the room away, her mother would either give them away or throw them away.
They did raise her, and when her stepfather and her mother need support in the future, she will naturally take on her share of the support, but that's all.
Mu Mian really wanted to read the comic books published by Big City. "Thank you, Sister Sihui. I haven't read the books published by Big City yet. I will take good care of them and make sure they are not dirty or torn. I will return them to you after I finish reading them!"
Nie Sihui laughed, "They are all from many years ago, they are already worn out, you can look at them at will, don't rush to return them to me."
Many of these books were bought together with her friend Bi Qin, and some were even given to her directly by Bi Qin.
Bi Qin has a father who is an editor in a publishing house. She has loved reading these books since she was a child, and she was often taken to read by Bi Qin.
The school was not far from the educated youth point, and after a short while, Mu Mian got four picture books, which were indeed a bit old.
Although Nie Sihui told him to read slowly and not to rush to return the books, the picture books nowadays were not actually very thick, and the content was not as rich as that of later generations. Mu Mian finished reading all four books in half an afternoon.
Only Xu Lele was left sitting in the yard, watching very slowly, and only went home reluctantly when it got dark.
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In the blink of an eye it was Sunday.
Mu Mian had agreed with her father a few days ago that today the father and daughter would go to the commune to buy a pen for Mu Zhuo.
The brand she bought in the county was also sold in the supply and marketing cooperative in the commune, so she didn't have to go to the county specifically.
By the way, I can also send the hazelnuts that I had dried before to Mu Zhuo, but I can only do this once or twice.
Later, we were busy with the autumn harvest and delivering grain. Later, when it was cold and snowy in winter, it became inconvenient to go to the commune.
This morning.
After Mu Mian finished her meal, she took out her twenty-two yuan in liquid funds from her small box.
The previous reply was a remittance slip, and it was Comrade Mu Fugui who helped to retrieve the money.
Liu Shuangcui was not going today, so she tied the package to the horizontal bar in front.
After Mu Fugui was ready, Mu Mian climbed onto the back seat carrying her small cross-body bag, which contained money and a reply letter to Mu Zhuo.
After the bicycles slowly pedaled out of the large group, the father and daughter, who were unable to keep idle, continued to yak along the way.
Mu Fugui teased his daughter, "Are you really willing to spend all of it to buy a pen for your brother?"
Mu Mian's short legs dangled slightly on both sides of the back seat, looking quite content. "What's there to be reluctant about? I can earn more money if I lose it. I'm sure I can earn more!"
Mu Fugui pretended to be jealous and said, "All of them were given to your brother. Your mother, your grandmother and I really didn't have any?"
That strong and broad back looks a little resentful.
Mu Mian chuckled from behind, "There are still two pieces left. I'll share them with you."
Mu Fugui: "How do we divide the two pieces among the three of us?"
Mu Mian blurted out, "60 cents per person, and I'll buy candy with the remaining 20 cents."
Mu Fugui laughed, "You calculated really fast! If there are three dollars to be divided among four people, how will it be divided?"
As the conversation went on, the topic somehow turned into a discussion about elementary school math problems.
When we were almost at the commune, it turned into the daily village gossip, with the adults and children chattering all the way.
The morning is when the supply and marketing cooperative is busiest, because many things are out of stock and whether you can buy one depends entirely on snatching.
If you are unlucky and can’t get it, then it’s gone and you can only wait for the next time.
Although pens are not necessities of life, there are many rich people in the city. Mu Mian was afraid that her trip today would be in vain, so after her father parked the bicycle, she rushed into the supply and marketing cooperative.
Fortunately, her luck was always good, and she still had two 20-yuan pens. Mu Mian picked one that she liked at random, then took out 20 yuan and an industrial ticket.
This ticket was sent back by Mu Zhuo. Comrade Liu Shuangcui gave it to me to buy a pen when I went out this morning.
After coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative, the father and daughter did not go anywhere else. They put the pen and letter into the package to be sent to Mu Zhuo, and went straight to the post office.
The process was very familiar to Mu Fugui and it didn't take him much time to get it done.
The father and daughter were just about to go home when they heard a voice from behind. It was from the postman Xiao Zhang, "Hey, Brother Mu? You are here. There just happened to be another letter for your family."
When Mu Mian heard this, his eyes lit up. "Uncle Zhang, is this mine?"
Xiao Zhang had a pile of letters in his hand, all of which were to be delivered today. He picked up the top one and said, "Let me see. It's Mu Mian from the Qingfeng Brigade. It's from you."
Mu Mian took it and said happily, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang. I wish you good luck in your work!"
The girl's bright smile was like the rising sun. Xiao Zhang couldn't help but smile too. "Oh, no thanks, I'm serving the people."
Xiao Zhang was very busy, so he just chatted with Mu Fugui for a few words and then left. In fact, they were not very familiar with each other, they were just acquaintances.
Mu Mian held a letter of almost the same thickness as last time, and excitedly pulled her father out of the post office.
The bicycle stopped on the side of the road, and the father and daughter squatted beside it. Mu Fugui was even more excited than his daughter, "Take a quick look, is it the same as the one last time? Did I send you a book and a remittance slip?"
Mu Mian was very confident, "Definitely!"
Generally speaking, if the manuscript is not passed, there will be no reply.
Sure enough, when Mu Mian opened the envelope, the first thing he saw was the sample book.
Mu Fugui quickly moved closer, his tone filled with indescribable pride, "How come our daughter is so successful!"
I sent two articles in total, and both were accepted.
Isn't rounding just...
Her daughter has published two books! ! !
Oh, it’s really terrible. After I go home, I’ll go up the mountain to visit his father’s grave, but I’ll be careful not to get really angry.
While Mu Fugui was flipping through the sample books, Mu Mian continued to take out letters. He did not read the reply at first, but looked at the remittance slip first. He saw the word "Eighteen" clearly written on it.
Eighteen dollars! !
Mu Mian smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. She held it up to show her father, "Dad, there are eighteen pieces! Hehe~"
Although it was four dollars less than the previous one, it was still not a small amount. The wallet that had just been emptied suddenly became full!
Mu Fugui became very excited again.
Isn't his daughter really good at making money? ! It's a bit stressful for him to be a father.
Mu Fugui stood up and picked up his daughter. "Let's go... go home and show your mom and grandma!"
Mu Mian climbed onto the back seat of the bicycle swiftly. Although the father and daughter were as happy as if they had picked up money on the roadside, they did not show off too much.
But at home, there are fewer concerns.
As soon as he entered the house, Mu Fugui's eyebrows danced with joy, "Wife, come and see! Look what our daughter brought back."
Liu Shuangcui was busy, she just glanced at the father and daughter, not taking it seriously, "What are you looking at? Did you pick up money on the road?"
Mu Mian chuckled, "It's almost like picking up money. Another publishing house also sent me a letter, and there were 18 yuan~"
Liu Shuangcui could no longer sit still, and even the old lady who was busy in the house put down her work. The three adults sat in the yard again, looking very surprised.
Liu Shuangcui: "This is incredible! This is more than your father's monthly salary."
As soon as she finished speaking, Comrade Mu Fugui showed a thoughtful expression the next second, and then asked his daughter, "Do you think it's okay for your father to go and get the pen now?"
No wonder everyone wants to be an educated person. Being educated makes you different. It’s easier for you to make money than them.
As soon as Mu Fugui finished asking, Mu Mian's mind immediately flashed back to the scene where her father would write two lines for each word every time. She smiled sweetly, "It's said in the book that there are 360 professions and every profession has its own top scholar. Dad, I think you are the top scholar in the profession of butchering pigs!"
She said it very politely, but Mu Fugui understood and said, "Hey, I'm teasing your father."
As he said this, he boasted a bit, "But I have to say, if we talk about who is the best at killing pigs in this area, your father is definitely on the list."
Mu Mian nodded his head rapidly, "I know, I know. It's just like who is the most handsome gay in this area. My father is on the list."
These words were really touching. Mu Fugui smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. Both Liu Shuangcui, the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law, showed expressions that showed they couldn't bear to watch.
Mu Fugui was very happy and didn't care at all about the disdain from his wife and mother.
He looked at the sample book in the old lady's hand and said, "I'll take it up the mountain to see Dad later. I think what Xiaowu said the other day makes sense. Maybe my dad's grave is really on fire."
Hearing these nonsensical words again, Zhao Meihua picked up the book and slapped Mu Fugui on the back. Then she seemed to feel that she had ruined the book, so she quickly took it back and dusted the non-existent dust on the cover.
That little bit of force was like a tickle to a burly man. Mu Fugui didn't even blink, and with a playful smile he discussed with his daughter when to go up the mountain to see the old man.
Mu Fugui's decisiveness is reflected in all aspects, he really does what he says he will do.
Mu Mian went up the mountain with her father in the afternoon. Of course, the old man's grave was not touched, so the father and daughter simply cleaned up the weeds nearby.
Then Mu Fugui talked for a long time in front of his own father's grave, and the theme was of course to praise his own daughter and son.
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Half a month has passed in a flash, and it is now late September, and the weather is still quite hot, only slightly better than the scorching days in July and August.
Ningzhang City on the other side is even hotter because it is located in the south and is too humid and hot all summer long.
Mu Zhuo didn't care about the heat at the moment, as he had already received a package from home. He happily distributed hazelnuts and other dried goods to his comrades.
Then he took off his training uniform and put on his only shirt. There was no training today, so there was no requirement for dress.
Dong Qie and Mu Zhuo were in the same dormitory. Due to limited conditions at the base, more than twenty of them lived together.
Dong Qie was cracking hazelnut shells leisurely. Seeing Mu Zhuo's expression, he asked in confusion, "Why are you changing clothes? Are you going to the city?"
He remembered that Mu Zhuo did not report, so he could not leave without reporting.
Wen Zhuo was in the next dormitory and just happened to come over to visit. He was also stunned when he saw Mu Zhuo's expression, "Are you going on a blind date? Did Sister Zhang introduce you to him?"
The sister-in-law of Captain Zhang is a warm-hearted person. When she has nothing to do, she likes to introduce people to potential partners.
Mu Zhuo, who was asked two questions in a row, shook his head and said, "If you don't go out or have a blind date, I'll exchange it for a new pen!"
As he said this, he put the new pen on his chest pocket and asked everyone happily, "How is it? Do you look like a cultured person?"
Dong Qie heard the two people talking, "………………"
This is the first time I've heard of someone changing into a white shirt specifically to match a pen.
Dong Qie said honestly, "Not really. It seems like he is pretending to be cultured."
Of course he knew that his squad leader was a high school graduate.
But Mu Zhuo looks very intimidating, more like someone who grew up doing manual labor and does not have the gentle and refined temperament.
Dong Qie asked again: "Did your family send it to you?"
He has the same one, and twenty dollars is not cheap.
Dong Qie couldn't help but click his tongue in his heart. Although his squad leader came from the countryside, his family conditions didn't seem bad, and his family would send him some things from time to time.
It can be seen that the family is very harmonious.
Almost at the moment Dong Qie finished asking, Mu Zhuo immediately revealed a mysterious smug look of 'I was waiting for you to ask', "Hey, my little sister sent it to me. She made money by writing articles, and she used the first payment to buy me a pen."
Dong Qie, who was eating hazelnuts, and Wen Chen, who was eating hazelnuts nearby, paused at the same time. The other roommates asked questions all at once.
Amid the noise, Dong Qie interrupted, "Is our little sister really only eight years old?"
Don't be Mu
Mr. Zhuo must have given a number, otherwise this little girl is too amazing? !
Mu Zhuo straightened his collar and said, "My little sister will soon be nine years old. Platoon Leader, I don't know how old your little sister is."
Dong Qie heard the hidden meaning: "………………"
You talk as if everyone doesn't have a sister!
Wow...he really didn’t.
His family is just like Da Wen's, full of grown men.
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