Chapter 125

The new director of the library, Qiao Wei, took office. Of course, she had to look at the roster first.

She opened the personnel file of the library and took a look at the list of employees.

Qiao Wei: "..."

Qiao Wei looked up at the people in front of her and counted them. There were nine people in total, including her, and eight pairs of glasses.

"Are they all here?" she asked.

A young male employee wearing glasses replied, "All are here."

His voice was not loud, but his tone was very affirmative.

Qiao Wei looked down at the list of employees again. Although she had always known that there would be many people in such a unit who were just named and paid, she was still shocked by the number that put the cart before the horse. She

looked up at the people in front of her again.

What you see is what you get. The people standing in front of her now were all the real working employees of the library.

"I'm Qiao Wei. I used to work in the county party committee office. The organization trusted me and gave me an important task, letting me be the director of our library. In the future, we will study together, make progress together, and serve the people."

There was applause.

Qiao Wei said, "Then everyone, please introduce yourself, and I can also match the names."

Everyone introduced themselves in turn.

The eight people were men, women, young and old. The common point was that the relationships behind them were relatively weak or simply had no relationship, so they became the real work.

Qiao Wei got to know everyone, closed the name list, and asked, "Who can tell me about our work content here?"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally the tall man with glasses was introduced.

His name is Zheng Ai, and it can be seen that he is the main worker.

He speaks hesitantly.

When he introduced himself just now, the others also spoke like squeezing toothpaste, and it was not very fluent.

This style is very different from the average sperm count of the county party committee office.

Qiao Wei glanced over and saw that these people, regardless of age or gender, all shrunk their necks and avoided looking at each other.

Everyone wore glasses and everyone was socially anxious.

Although Zheng Ai spoke hesitantly and not very fluently, Qiao Wei heard that everyone's daily work obviously had a very mature work process.

She asked: "Is there a paper for this?"

"Yes." An older sister quickly handed over another folder, "It's all here."

Qiao Wei opened it and quickly browsed through it. It was everyone's daily work schedule.

It can be seen that the person who made this plan knows the work of the library very well and is very serious and responsible. There is no need to change anything.

Qiao Wei closed the folder: "Generally speaking, a new official will start with three fires, but our place is special and we must pay attention to fire prevention. I will not start these three fires. Everyone can continue to work as they did before."

It doesn't matter if the joke is cold, as long as someone can get it.

Obviously, everyone in the library was touched by this cold joke. Some people laughed, and it can be felt that everyone's shoulders relaxed a lot.

At this time, Yan Xiang came running over.

His little face was flushed and his eyes were full of light. It was obvious that he wanted to say something.

But when he ran over and looked, his mother was standing there, and another group of people were standing on the other side. It was obvious that his mother was talking.

He braked suddenly and stopped there so as not to disturb the adults' serious class, but his eager eyes clearly expressed: Mom, I have something to tell you!

Qiao Wei was happy. She pulled Yan Xiang over, touched his head, and told everyone: "This is my child, Yan Xiang. He may be here often in the future. He loves reading and will not damage the books. If he accidentally damages something, everyone must tell me. Spoiling a child is like killing him. If you love your child, you must teach him. Don't indulge him just because he is young."

Hearing that Yan Xiang "loves reading", everyone's eyes became much friendlier.

An old man said, "You can already read at such a young age."

Zheng Ai pushed up his glasses and said, "Some children are precocious. I had memorized all 300 Tang poems when I was five."

Yan Xiang, at his mother's instruction, greeted everyone, "Hello, uncles, aunts, and uncles."

But he immediately turned to look at Qiao Wei, and the words in his shining eyes could not be held back.

Qiao Wei was curious, "What's wrong? Do you have anything to say to mom?"

Yan Xiang was finally allowed to speak, and his cheeks were red with excitement, "Mom! The books are here! The books are here!" "

Every book is in the category it should be in!"

This is completely different from the library in the district government! The town's library is all thanks to the hard work of little comrade Yan Xiang who cleans and sorts the books every day!

Yan Lei is a person with a strong sense of order.

He even had to squeeze the towel from one end to the other in order, unlike some people who just squeezed it hard.

It was obvious that Yan Xiang inherited Yan Lei's sense of order.

He could see the pattern of the numbers at a glance, and he could also see that there was a book that did not belong in the small category under the big category.

He used to think that the library and the reading room were similar. He didn't expect it to be managed so well.

He just took a walk around the library, and the sense of order in the display of books made him feel relaxed.

He couldn't help but tell his mother immediately!

This place is great!

The air suddenly became quiet.

Then, the cramped, nervous and uneasy atmosphere facing the new leader just now disappeared. The librarians suddenly burst out with curiosity and enthusiasm for the newcomer.

"Oh, you really know how to read!"

"You even understand classification!"

"Yan Xiang, is it? Yan Xiang, do you know what cataloguing is?"

"Do you know about book classification?"

Zheng Ai pushed up his thick glasses again and gave a scientific lecture to the new layman: "Our library is currently implementing the 1963 draft of the classification law."

Qiao Wei never expected that she would rely on Yan Xiang to integrate into the new environment.

The few people who actually work in the library all know that the new director has a background. Speaking of this person, they don't say who her husband is, nor do they say that she was arranged by the current director of the Revolutionary Committee. They just say that they have read the articles she published before.

She has a strong pen, and her articles can capture people's hearts and stir people's emotions.

She is also good at playing politics.

In short, everyone met and studied it, and sketched out the image of a scheming, black-bellied, skillful, and powerful woman who can play people.

It feels that such a person has come, and it is inevitable that they will be severely tortured to establish their authority.

New leaders are like this.

Who knew it would be different from what they thought.

Zheng Ai is indeed the main force of the work, and everyone pushed him out to carry out further work handover with Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei asked, "Why was the previous director censored?"

The neat and clear daily work schedule must have been made by the previous leader.

Zheng Ai sighed, "He insisted that traditional culture is not all dross."

Moreover, he said it at a meeting of the Cultural Bureau. This time, he stirred up a hornet's nest.

Qiao Wei understood.

Qiao Wei sighed deeply.

After this long sigh, Zheng Ai immediately regarded her as one of her own: "You know! Right, right!"

Anyone who can write like that must be a book lover!

She understands.

It feels like this is a nerd. Qiao Wei was helpless and asked, "You don't want to be censored, do you?"

Zheng Ai hurriedly shook his head like a wave drum.

Qiao Wei said, "Then shut up and don't talk nonsense."

Zheng Ai nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Qiao Wei settled down in the library.

There are three primary schools and two middle schools in the county. She chose the No. 2 primary school, which is closest to the library, and went there in person to meet the principal.

As soon as she introduced herself, the principal knew her and shook hands with her: "Welcome, welcome, Director Qiao's child chose our No. 2 primary school. It is an honor for No. 2 primary school."

People's attitudes have become different from before.

Qiao Wei used to work in the county party committee office. Following Secretary Meng, she had to contact many people. She could share some of Secretary Meng's power, but even so, people's attitudes were not like they are now.

Even if there was flattery, it was driven by interests. There would be no fear or terror.

But now people’s flattery has become cautious, and their eyes are uneasy.

In the eyes of the principal, anyone who rises in this period cannot be offended.

Qiao Wei chatted with the principal, and then the principal relaxed.

Qiao Wei said: "Primary school is okay, after all, it’s small."

The principal sighed and said: "Yes, the middle school... Oh, let’s not talk about it, let’s not talk about it."

Qiao Wei also sighed.

"I don’t expect my child to learn anything in school." She said, "After all, it can’t train successors for capitalism."

"I just hope that my child can interact with more people in school and learn something about how to treat people."

Just like this, Yan Xiang was arranged to enter Bocheng No. 2 Primary School, which is closest to the library.

The father of his beloved son specially prepared a brand new military satchel for Yan Xiang.

He also pinned a five-pointed star on it for him.

But he still felt that Yan Xiang was a little young, because he was not yet six years old. Most children entered primary school at the age of six or seven, and some entered at the age of eight. Add to that the students who failed to recite the quotations and were held back, and the age and height differences in a class can be very large.

"It's time to strengthen your training." said the father.

Qiao Wei: "..."

Ever since Yingzi bravely fought off the little hooligans, Yan Lei felt that it was time to train Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang was also very willing to learn.

When he heard his father say "strengthen", his eyes lit up.

One was willing to teach, and the other was willing to learn, and the mother could only sit cross-legged on the bed, eating cantaloupe and watching.

When school started in September, Yan Xiang went to school with his military bag on his back.

Because the central government called for a reduction in taxes, schools now do not have exams or homework. They only go to school in the morning and learn about industry and agriculture in the afternoon.

But the first graders are too young to do anything and they are afraid that they will get lost or hurt, so they are sent home directly in the afternoon.

Qiao Wei picks up Yan Xiang from school every day at noon.

She asked Yan Xiang, "How is school?"

Yan Xiang said, "It's good. During recess, I play football and play games with my classmates. I'm very happy."

A few days later, when Qiao Wei picked up the child, she specifically asked the head teacher, "How is Yan Xiang?"

The head teacher hesitated and said, "Not bad, not bad."

But what did that hesitation mean?

Qiao Wei was particularly kind: "Please tell me if there is anything wrong with him. The growth of children requires the help of parents and teachers."

The teacher felt that Yan Xiang's parents were very sincere, so she tried to communicate: "Yan Xiang seems... um, that... have you noticed... his brain... um, it's not a big problem, right?"

Qiao Wei: "..."

Qiao Wei asked. She was very patient, unlike some parents who managed their children roughly. The teacher finally said: "He was in a daze in class, in the whole class, with his eyes wide open. Sometimes I have to call him several times before he comes back to his senses. I am a little worried about this child." Worried that

he is a mentally retarded child.

Although ordinary children also have the situation of not listening and being in a daze, it is not so serious.

Yan Xiang could really be in a daze for the entire class. His eyes were not focused on the blackboard at all, but only on the air.

Yan Xiang seemed to want to say something.

Qiao Wei calmly held him down and asked the teacher, "What about during recess?"

The teacher said, "During recess, he was very normal. He had a good time with his classmates. Older students also liked to play with him."

So the teacher was also confused.

Qiao Wei thanked the teacher and left holding Yan Xiang's hand.

After they walked away, she quietly asked, "What were you doing when you were daydreaming in class?"

Sure enough, Yan Xiang said, "I was memorizing things and working out equations."

He couldn't really learn 1+1=2 with others.

Qiao Wei: "Okay. I'll tell the teacher later that you should just leave it like this and tell her not to worry or care about it."

Because Yan Xiang still really liked to play with his classmates. He gradually reached the age where he liked to run and jump.

His IQ certainly crushed his peers, but his body didn't. Young men and women like Gangzi and Yingzi wouldn't play with him. Only Huazi, who was also a primary school student, reluctantly took him out to play.

Qiao Wei picked up Yan Xiang at noon every day and took him back to the unit for lunch.

The library had few employees, so it didn't have its own cafeteria. The unit that they were assigned to study ancient county studies was the Agriculture Bureau, so the library staff had lunch together with the Agriculture Bureau, and went to the Agriculture Bureau cafeteria every day.

Qiao Wei brought Yan Xiang back to the library, took the lunch box, and went through a small connecting door with the subordinates to the Agriculture Bureau separated by a wall.

In the past, the library staff came to eat quietly.

But now, there are always people in the cafeteria greeting them -

"Director Qiao."

"Qiao."

"Comrade Qiao Wei."

So, every day at lunch time, you can see the newly appointed social bull director of the library with her group of socially anxious librarians.

The social bull director greeted people all the way.

The socially anxious librarians huddled up like quails and followed behind the director.

There was also a jumping little tail, Yan Xiang, following behind.

Yan Xiang felt happier after entering primary school.

During class time, the teacher taught his own things, and the classmates learned their own things. As for him, he learned his own things in his brain.

During recess, he had much better things to play with than in kindergarten. Because he was the youngest in the class, the children around him were older than him.

At this age, children who are half a year or one year older have much stronger physical development and can run much faster.

The games Yan Xiang played with these classmates consumed twice as much energy as in kindergarten.

Happiness doubled.

But human joys and sorrows are never the same.

Because she heard that Yan Xiang was going to primary school, Sister Yang thought that Junjun was one year older than Yan Xiang, so it was time to send him to primary school.

Originally, the school starts late in the countryside, and she had not thought of sending him so early.

Now that little Yan Xiang has gone, seeing Jun Jun playing like crazy outside all day and getting dirty every day, Sister Yang is no longer happy with him and has sent him to a primary school in Xiahekou District.

Although both are going to primary school, Yan Xiang feels twice as happy. Jun

Jun is in agony.

In the evening, Qiao Wei stood in the window and eavesdropped on the two children eating milk biscuits and chatting on the sunbed outside.

Junjun complained:

"We have to sit for such a long time and we are not allowed to drink water, go to the toilet, stand up or talk."

"I just wandered around the classroom during class and the teacher made me stand at the door as punishment."

"My second brother went home to complain to my eldest brother and eldest sister."

"My eldest brother said that my eldest sister was weak-willed and asked her to beat me. How could my eldest sister be weak-willed? She can beat three people by herself!" "

Wuwuwu, why do people have to grow up? Why do they have to go to school when they grow up? Wuwuwuwu..."

Yan Xiang comforted him gently: "Don't cry, here, I'll give you candy."

"Wuwuwu, do you have any more?"

"Okay, I'll give you this one too."

"Wuwuwu, do you have any more?"

"This is the last one!"

"Wow~"