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The fourth child took a deep breath, his nose filled with the aroma of braised pork. No one else used their chopsticks, so he couldn't do anything, but the smell penetrated his nostrils like a rush, causing saliva to secrete continuously.

"Would you like a drink? There are all kinds of wine here," Bian Mei asked Li He. At the same time, she enthusiastically served Lao Si some food, "Little sister, feel free to eat. You're welcome. I'll chat with your brother for a while."

The fourth child could only eat and add a bowl of rice. He couldn't hear the two men talking in low voices. The temptation of good food and meat was undoubtedly greater.

Bian Mei said, "You see, Wu Qingfeng is in charge of the nearby area at the Electric Power Bureau. Anyone who dares to mess with her when going out can say openly that this is my jurisdiction. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed immediately." .”

Li He discovered for the first time that the word aboveboard could be used in this way.

The more he chatted with Bian Mei, he finally felt a little relieved, but he still decided to take a look before talking. People can't be judged by their appearance, and there's no way he might have missed it.

However, when Li He first came, the girl was not as rough as she appeared. He was still willing to make some points, just to see if the girl would be a good person in the future. It was useless to talk more now.

Li He looked at the snow falling outside more and more, waved his hand and said, "Don't drink anymore. Drinking too much will cause trouble. It's so heavy that it will be difficult to walk back later."

After dinner, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Li He and the fourth child returned home. The fourth child was weak and could not lift anything at all.

Li He had no choice but to buy a pole and tie the bags to both ends. He carried the bags from the hotel to the bus station, got off the bus and picked them from the town to his home.

Li Long said, "Liu Chuanqi is looking for you this afternoon."

Li He asked, "Did you say anything?"

"I want to open a literacy class, and I'm looking for you to be a temporary substitute teacher."

"He's really good at pulling off strong men." Li He smiled bitterly.

This is also the polarization between urban and rural areas. Many people in the city are busy going abroad to seek gold, while rural people are better off attending literacy classes to seek gold.

In the evening, the snow got a little heavier. Wang Yulan boiled a large pot of water and took out some white flour. For the first time, she was willing to bring in a piece of bacon hanging outside at home, saying she was going to make some meat dumplings. Order the steamed noodles.

Li He burst into tears with excitement.

Wang Yulan looked at the pile of things Li He bought and how much they cost, and said angrily, "You are only allowed to spend money."

Li He went to Liu Chuanqi's house, and the first thing he did when he came back was to announce to his mother, "Mom, you also have to enter the literacy class."

Nowadays, the word "literacy" has long withdrawn from the stage of Chinese history.

If you are under 40 years old, it is very unusual for your parents to be illiterate. If you want to talk about illiteracy, it must be at least the grandparents.

China's literacy campaign, which began in the 1950s and has continued into the 21st century, has reduced the illiteracy rate from 80% to less than 3%, which should be a miracle in human history.

When the People's Republic of China was founded, it was very difficult to find two out of ten people who could write their own names. People who graduated from elementary school were regarded as educated people, unlike now where there are as many college students as dogs and Ph.D.'s everywhere.

After the reform and opening up, another round of literacy campaigns was launched. The entire Hongheqiao Commune failed to meet the literacy goals every year, and Li Zhuang was ranked at the bottom every year.

This time the county got serious. If any village failed to meet the standards, the brigade secretary would be finished.

Liu Chuanqi panicked, and after consulting with the secretary of Bacun Village, the two villages started a class together. Everyone was mobilized before New Year's Eve, hoping that this matter could be solved.

This time it was a temporary team. The county did not send any literacy team members, so they had to push a few primary school teachers and Li He to be the people's teachers. They did not care whether they were happy or not, and directly selected the candidates.

They cleaned the village committee room, a group of people made a fool of themselves, and temporarily hung up a blackboard. There were no tables and chairs, so they had to move some broken wooden benches and make do, and it became a classroom.

Now that the classroom is available, Liu Chuanqi has encountered the same problem as before. The villagers are not active and are reluctant to come. Most of the literacy targets are women. Some people say: "Looking after the children, washing clothes, and cooking during the day, how can we do it?" Time to go to private school?”

Some old ladies with serious feudal ideas do not allow their girls and daughters-in-law to attend literacy classes. They said: "What's good about men and women going to private schools at night to mingle together? How can cotton catch fire?"

When Li He saw that Liu Chuanqi was angry and was in such a difficult position, he said, "Just shout on the radio that our village's literacy level is not up to standard. We will take back the land and start eating from the same big pot again."

Now that we have tasted the benefits of off-site land, who wants to eat from a big pot?

Liu Chuanqiu stamped his feet and obeyed, thinking that he must punish these troubled old ladies.

As soon as the radio in the village rang, the die-hards had to come even if they didn't want to. One or two of them stared at each other, scolding and compromising. Judging from their appearance, few of them were happy.

Wang Yulan was unwilling to go to the literacy office, and said sternly: "I'll be blind for the rest of my life. How can I become an immortal if I learn a few more words? It's too difficult for me to hold a hoe, but it's too difficult to hold a pen."

There are too many people who think like Wang Yulan. I didn't know how to read in the past, but I couldn't live a good life. I have to mess with this thing, which is just causing trouble.

But there are also positive ones, who are eager to learn more words.

On the day when the class started, it was just a few days before the New Year's Eve. Li He went there with confidence and saw more than a dozen slogans posted on two walls and one wall of the hall. One slogan read Gorky's words: Books are the progress of mankind. of stairs.

Another thing is Lenin’s words: Socialism cannot be built in a country full of illiterates.

The brigade cadres distributed literacy textbooks to everyone, and Li He also took one.

There is a list of commonly used words in the literacy textbook, with 2,500 words listed.

One village committee just packed in more than eighty people from two villages, standing, squatting, and sitting.

The older ones are in their forties or fifty, and the younger ones are in their mid-twenties, all dressed in different colors.

"A chair h, h, h, h should be written in the top case, occupying the first and second cells." Li He was driven to the shelves and started volunteering in the classroom.

To learn to read characters, you definitely have to start with pinyin...

There were mostly girls and young wives inside, and there was a lot of chatter in the room. Li He kept banging the stick in his hand as a pointer, but he couldn't calm down, and it was very disturbing.

These are not real students, they are all familiar faces in the village. You cannot say harsh words, otherwise it will hurt the harmony.

Some people were eating melon seeds, some were sucking the soles of their shoes, and there were a lot of gossips, but few were really listening.

There was even her wife Wang Yulan under the stage, chatting happily with Pan Guangcai and her wife.

He couldn't say anything, he couldn't scold, Li He stood on the stage and was spitting.