206: Asking someone to teach my son how to read
Zhou Ziheng's face darkened, and he felt that the word "blind" was very harsh:
"Does it mean that when people say I'm old, I'm blind?"
"If this isn't blindness, what is it?"
Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glanced at Secretary Jiang. His eyes were not fierce, but Secretary Jiang still vaguely sensed the director's inner unhappiness.
Secretary Jiang was so frightened that he dared not speak, but he still couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who on earth was so blind as to say such a thing about their young, promising and brilliant elder?
The director is obviously very young!
Not only is he young for a position like the director, but the director himself is also younger than most of his peers.
Secretary Jiang is actually only two years younger than the director, but because of his poor physical condition and lack of exercise for many years, he is also thin and has many wrinkles on his face, so he looks older than their director.
If we talk about Elder Field, then people like him don't need to live, right?
That's why Secretary Jiang was so indignant.
Who is so blind as to hurt the self-esteem of young people?
Although Director Zhou regained some confidence after being comforted by his secretary, he still tidied himself up from head to toe after getting home from get off work in the evening and shaved his face clean in front of the mirror.
Looking at myself in the mirror, who has become much whiter, I feel that I am not actually old. I just have a more serious aura and am not as lively as young people.
It seems that next time he sees a little girl, he should be a little more lively and not let the little girl think that he is in his seventies or eighties.
He had to let the little girl know that he had everything that an eighteen-year-old boy had.
He has everything that an eighteen-year-old boy doesn't have!
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After solving the big worry about Li Dasong, Yu Jiahui finally let go of the burden in his heart.
Now, he had to focus on planning for the future.
Their original family of three had nothing to worry about.
He will continue to stay in the company as an ordinary farm worker, using this identity to provide a stable life for his family.
After this special period when people cannot move freely, society will be relatively open and can develop based on actual conditions.
He doesn't worry about his wife at all. Now he devotes himself to growing vegetables, feeding chickens, cooking, and digging wild vegetables every day. He lives a happy life. Anyway, he will support her for the rest of her life, so his wife can be a full-time housewife for the rest of her life.
He doesn't have to worry about his daughter anymore, at least not in terms of her studies.
My daughter is a person who came from the 21st century. She has surpassed most of her peers in the fierce competition of the 21st century. What's more, in the 1970s when everything was in ruins and there was a shortage of talent, even if she stopped working hard, with her talent and level in her previous life, she could easily win.
It is now 1974. When the national college entrance examination is resumed, I will let my daughter take the college entrance examination. Her future can be said to be bright, definitely much brighter than that of the 21st century!
So Yu Jiahui is not worried about his daughter's future.
What worries Yu Jiahui the most at the moment are his two native sons.
The two native sons were born in a poor and backward countryside with serious feudal ideas. They had never seen the world and had no education. They also had a pair of extremely bad parents, which led to the two children being led astray since childhood.
Now that one is lost, he can no longer take care of the lost one.
He needs to make appropriate plans for the thing that has not been lost.
Not to mention the high-sounding words like "Parents who love their children will plan for their future", Yu Jiahui couldn't stand the illiteracy alone.
We cannot tolerate having an illiterate person in the family under any circumstances!
So he planned to hire someone to teach his son how to read and write.
Before carrying out literacy campaign, he had to first conduct a survey of his illiterate son to find out the extent of his illiteracy.
After dinner in the evening, the family of four lit an oil lamp and sat around the kang in the outer room. The warm yellow light created a warm and peaceful family atmosphere.
Xu Ying was sewing shoe soles, and Yu Xiaoye was sewing new clothes.
Yu Jiahui took out a pencil and a notebook and slapped them directly next to Yu Erye's legs.
Yu Erye took a look, not understanding what his father was doing:
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"Can you write your own name?"
Yu Erye hesitated for a moment, then nodded cautiously, not daring to nod too deeply.
"Write your name so I can see it."
Yu Erye seemed to be slow to react. He stared at the homework book for a long time, then slowly picked up the notebook and pencil, opened them and put them aside, as if afraid of being seen by others. Then he picked up the pencil again, stuck his butt out and started to draw on the paper.
Yu Xiaoye secretly tilted his head and glanced at his second brother, and saw that his second brother held the pen in the same way as he held chopsticks.
He gestured for a long time but didn't actually put pen to paper.
“Write quickly!”
"oh oh!"
Yu Erye hesitated for a while and finally drew two lines on the paper.
After finishing writing, he glanced at Yu Jiahui secretly, but didn't dare to show it to Yu Jiahui, so he just hid it.
It's like a stupid daughter-in-law who can't sew, and is afraid that her mother-in-law will see the messy insoles she has made.
"Give it to me!" Yu Jiahui shouted.
Yu Xiaoye couldn't help being curious, so he put down the needle and thread in his hand, quietly crawled to his second brother's side, and stole the homework book while his second brother wasn't paying attention. When he took a look at it under the kerosene lamp, he laughed in an unkind way.
She covered her mouth and handed the homework book to her father again.
Yu Jiahui took it and looked at it, and his blood pressure suddenly rose:
Damn it, after wasting so much time, I only wrote “two”?!
Yu Erye was afraid of being beaten again, so he stood up and stepped back about two meters. When he was at a safe distance, he said with a frown:
"Yu Heye is so hard to write. He's so crooked and twisted. It's not easy to write at all!"
"How hard can it be to write? Tell me how hard can it be to write?!"
Seeing his father about to jump up and beat up his second brother, Yu Xiaoye hugged his father's arm and pressed his father's shoulder to comfort him:
"Dad, Dad, don't get excited, don't get excited, look, isn't this number two written well? These two horizontal lines are so straight.
Slide!
After saying this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, and his shoulders shook with laughter as he leaned on his father's shoulder.
Xu Ying knew that Yu Jiahui was giving his son a baseline test and wanted to give him some cultural knowledge, so she deliberately said something sarcastic:
"Why learn culture? The worst that can happen is I'll just be farming for the rest of my life. What culture do I need to learn farming?"
"How can farming not require culture? Don't we need to buy seeds, fertilizers, and pesticides? If he uses the wrong pesticides and kills the seedlings, that's fine, but what if he kills himself?"
Yu Erye muttered:
"It's not my turn to handle the pesticides, isn't that what other people do?"
After hearing this insignificant speech, Yu Jiahui could no longer sit still. He tried to sit up, but his daughter held his arm tightly and prevented him from getting up.
"You still think you can eat from the big pot and live a carefree life forever? You wishful thinking. What if the policy changes one day and it's your turn to work on your own? You'll be left with nothing!"
Xu Ying followed quietly:
"Illiterate people can't even get to the front of the line."
Yu Jiahui suppressed his temper and threw the notebook to him again:
"Come on, can you write Arabic numerals?"
Yu Erye was bewildered:
"What are Arabic numerals?"
"That's one, two, three, four, five!" Yu Jiahui's voice was broken.
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