Pamper Eighties

To run a good university, teachers are also very important. According to the current progress of the project, it should be completed in about two years. The school managers have been discussing about teachers recently. After all, good teachers are not so easy to recruit. .

When Feng Yimin came home from get off work, he saw a circle of old people sitting in the main room, all of whom were directors of Taoyuan University. He listened to a few words and asked curiously, "Dad, what are your plans? Who are you going to recruit in the school? teacher?"

Old Man Feng looked at Ling Xuzi, but the other party didn't intend to answer, he said, "We have already discussed that we need to face the world and recruit the best teachers."

Old Man Feng put down his arrogant words, and said boldly: "Good teachers from foreign countries, China, no matter which country they are, as long as they are willing to come, we will pay for the settlement, and then set up a laboratory and let them do research."

The old man Zhang also said happily: "Professor Hao told me that after our Taoyuan University is built, their school will plan to jointly set up a laboratory with us to study the crops in our village. Those students have graduated. , can also be assigned to work in our village."

Feng Yimin's mouth twitched, and he said suspiciously, "No one wants to stay in our village to work, right?"

Old Man Feng was not happy when he heard it. He stared at him and said, "Why not? Don't look down on people. The scale of the enterprises in our village is quite amazing. For example, our wild vegetable processing factory is not my fault. Japan Everyone has to come and buy from us."

He pointed to old man Zhang again and said, "Old Stone's water plants are all exported to the United States and Canada. They are famous luxury goods all over the world. The treatment of such a company is so good that a fool doesn't want to come."

He raised his head high, and said arrogantly: "Now we are recruiting college students, and we don't want those below technical secondary school. In the future, the requirements will be even higher. If they are not excellent talents, the factory will not accept them. "

Feng Yimin slapped his nose and conceded defeat and said, "Dad, your plan sounds good. I wish you recruit Teacher Qi as soon as possible, so that Taoyuan University can be run for it."

"That's the truth." Old man Feng complimented him casually, then turned to discuss with the old guys.

Feng Yimin returned to the room and saw Su Wan who was folding clothes, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took his daughter-in-law's hand, preventing her from folding her clothes.

Su Wan said nervously, "What are you doing? Dad and the others are still outside."

She thought what the man was doing, and while talking, she looked and looked at the door.

"Don't look at it," Feng Yimin turned her head over and looked at it carefully for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "My daughter-in-law is so handsome, it's a pity that such a good daughter-in-law should teach in junior high school."

"What's a pity? Haven't I been teaching junior high school? Don't forget, I'm already the vice-principal."

Su Wan snatched her hand back, glared at her man and said, "What's wrong with you today? You can't be serious as soon as you enter the door. What do you have to say?"

"Then I really said it." Feng Yimin cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Xiao Wan, I don't think you should teach junior high school, you should teach university."

Seeing Su Wan hurriedly trying to speak, he put his hand on her mouth and said, "Listen to me, what do you think, the university teachers are decent and relaxed, and they are also teaching in our village, and they will have a bright future in the future. Well, I'm thinking of you too."

Su Wan fell silent. She stared blankly at the pile of clothes, as if tears were flashing from her eyes. When she turned her face to Feng Yimin again, the corners of her mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

"It's not that easy to become a university teacher. I only have a bachelor's degree by correspondence. If I have an idea, I'm going to go to graduate school now. This vice-principal doesn't know if it's a good idea."

Feng Yimin waved his hand and said indifferently, "What's the point of worrying about this? If the vice-principal is inappropriate, it's inappropriate. The teachers of the new university also have to pass the exam. Don't say that you are my daughter-in-law, even if you don't know each other. People, you can pass the exam with your ability."

He said it with pride, and suddenly leaned over and said, "What are you afraid of, even if you don't work your whole life, I can still support you as a man."

Su Wan was so happy to be coaxed by him, she pursed her lips and smiled.

"So, I really have to be a teacher at this university."

She has always had a dream. It's a pity that she didn't go to college that year. At that time, the eldest child and the second child were still young. For this family, she had to give up her dream.

Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, she did not graduate from college, but maybe she could become a teacher in college. Destiny, I really can't think of it.

With the encouragement of Feng Yimin, Su Wan went to apply for a postgraduate study at Provincial Capital University within a few days. Her school also attached great importance to her. Not only did she not stop her job, but she was very supportive.

In the entire junior high school, not a single teacher has a postgraduate degree. If Su Wan can take down the postgraduate degree, then the grade of their school will also be greatly improved. These days, education is very valuable.

Su Wan started her three-point and one-line life again, running between the provincial capital, home, and school every day. Fortunately, she didn't need her help at home. The babies are all grown up, which is just right for her to pursue her dreams. .

Mengmeng was in junior high school, and something happened recently.

Just after school on Friday, her head teacher Zeng Wenjie appeared at the door of the classroom and called Mengmeng out.

"Teacher, do you have anything to do with me?"

Mengmeng is standing in the corridor. The weather is still cold recently. She is wearing a thick down jacket, but she is not bloated at all. It only makes people feel incomparably youthful and temperamental.

Zeng Wenjie nodded secretly and said, "Student Yumeng, I heard that you are very good at drawing. There is a competition in the school recently, and the teacher wants you to participate."

"What game is it?" Mengmeng asked curiously.

Zeng Wenjie handed a newspaper to her and explained, "It's a national youth painting and calligraphy art competition. Every school has to participate. The teacher thinks you're good at painting and recommends you to the school. How about you? Do you have any confidence? "

Mengmeng glanced at the newspaper, and it said exactly this. She raised her head and said a little embarrassedly, "Teacher, I have never participated in a competition, can I do it?"

Zeng Wenjie had more confidence than her, and encouraged her to say: "Your calligraphy and painting were taught by the old principal himself. Usually, there are blackboard newspapers in the school, and you are called to be your advisor. Besides you, I can't think of anyone who is more suitable than you. , classmate Yumeng, just give it a try."

Mengmeng thought about it, and finally agreed: "Well, teacher, I can't guarantee that I will win the award."

Zeng Wenjie said with great satisfaction: "It's alright, just do your best. After you draw it, hand it over to me, and I will hand it over for you."

Mengmeng received this task, and when she got home, she locked herself in the study and began to think about painting.

She was very perceptive at a young age, and now she can draw very well. She is very good at ink painting and Western painting, and she can write well with calligraphy.

She closed her eyes and pondered carefully, and suddenly heard the voice of her brother Bawa from outside the room.

Bawa is younger than Mengmeng, and is still childish. Mengmeng heard his tender shouting, and gradually got inspiration in her mind.

She went to the back of the easel, picked up the charcoal and began to draw.

First outline the lines of the body, that is what Bawa looked like when he was a child. He ran on the fields of Taoyuan Village with a heartless smile on his face.

In the distance, there is the mist-shrouded Longling and the turbulent sea, with the water column of whales jumping on it faintly, and the shadow of pink dolphins in the sea. On the beach, a group of small dolls are playing around with the big turtles.

Although it is only a draft, it seems to reveal the cheerful laughter of children.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Mengmeng laughed as she drew by herself.

This painting, she did not intend to use ink, but to use Western style, ready to use oil paint to draw it, she carefully marked the color on the painting paper, red, yellow, blue, green, white , black... just like a palette.

Every day that followed, Mengmeng would go to the study to paint. She changed the frame again and again. Every small detail was arranged very well. Even the lines needed in the painting were carefully outlined with fine brushes. Waiting for coloring.

Mengmeng's requirements for oil paints are very high. She took out all the paints, squeezed out a little of each, and placed them on the table for careful comparison. It must be the same as what she imagined in her mind, so she can keep it for spare.

Just picking paints, she picked them for a whole day, and every time she adjusted colors, she had to try and try again carefully before she could use them for her paintings.

In this way, after Mengmeng's careful outline day by day, the color became richer and the details became clearer.

In the picture, the upper left corner is the mountain, the upper right corner is the sea, and the middle is a large paddy field. The wind blowing the rice waves suddenly stirred up waves of golden waves.

A little boy of six, seven or eight years old happily ran on the field ridge, as if someone was calling him in front of him. Did not land.

Maybe the person in front of him was still urging him, this child ran faster, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes widened, bright and spirited, which contained surprise and happiness, and gave him the corners of his eyes. It was bent, and the smile became two crescent moons.

Mengmeng finally finished painting. She filled in the last stroke and wrote her name in an inconspicuous place. Then she took two steps back and looked at her painting critically.

Well, the colors are very bright, and she has all the colors she wants.

The picture is also very dynamic, whether it is the waves in the sea or the dull hair on her brother's head, all of them are drawn with the proper dynamic, as if the little boy in the painting is about to run out of it if he doesn't pay attention.

This painting looks asymmetrical in roughness, and the colors are extraordinarily bold. The paintings are still children and animals, just like a little doll who just learned to paint.

But Mengmeng felt very satisfied. This is what she wanted. She named the painting "The Running Child", so she happily took it and ran to find her master.

"Master, Master, how do you see my painting?"

Mengmeng ran into Chang Huaide's house and showed him her painting as if offering a treasure.

Chang Huaide put on his reading glasses, carefully took Mengmeng's painting, put it on the table, and looked at it carefully.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, but he still didn't speak. He looked at Mengmeng for a while and the painting for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

Mengmeng held her breath and was so nervous that even the tip of her nose sweated. She was like a primary school student, waiting for the teacher's criticism.

"Well, very thoughtful." Chang Huaide finally said, "Mengmeng, can you tell me why you painted like this? What were you thinking at the time?"

Mengmeng stuck out her tongue and said seriously: "Master, you have taught me before that a painter should be good at observing the world with his eyes. I stay in Taoyuan Village every day, so what I paint is Taoyuan Village, and the person above is me. Brother, I want others to see what Taoyuan Village is like and how nice it is to live here."

Chang Huaide nodded while listening and said, "The idea is very close to life, your painting is good, this child is running happily, this paddy field also brings joy to the harvest, these small animals and these Do children who play represent hope for the future?"

Without waiting for Mengmeng's answer, he concluded: "The whole painting gives the impression that it is upward, and it makes people feel hopeful from the bottom of their hearts. I think you can take this painting to participate in the competition."

Mengmeng's eyes were bright, and she said expectantly, "Master, do you think it's okay? I don't have much confidence."

Chang Huaide didn't say a word of encouragement, and took the opportunity to teach: "It doesn't matter, learn art with a normal mind. The momentary victory or defeat is not important. The important thing is the cultivation of the painting environment. Let's focus on participation."

Now that the master has made a decision, Mengmeng is very confident and bold to hand over the painting. She didn't hold much hope, but she didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly.

One day, the head teacher walked into the classroom in a hurry and said cheerfully: "Students be quiet first, I have good news to announce that Feng Yumeng from our class, her painting won the first place in the province and is now selected. Went to Beijing to participate in the competition!"

"Wow!" All the students in the class looked at Feng Yumeng in unison.

They didn't hear the slightest bit of wind, and couldn't help but admire in their hearts, who are these people? They're too powerful. It's really shocking to win such a big award without making a sound. .

"Hahaha, let's congratulate Feng Yumeng with applause, and wish her another success in the national competition." The head teacher's voice sounded again, and she was the first to applaud.

The classmates in the class also applauded desperately. They felt so proud that they even shouted loudly.

"Good!" "Good!" "Great!" "Feng Yumeng, you are really great!"

The sound was so loud that it almost knocked the ceiling of the classroom down. Naturally, the students in the next class also heard it. They came over curiously to inquire, and all of them knew it immediately.

"What?! The school flower won the provincial grand prize?!"

These students were so excited, as if they had won the award themselves, one counted as one, and they all crowded around Mengmeng and began to inquire.

"Student Yumeng, when did you go to the competition? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Student Yumeng, what kind of painting did you draw, and you actually won an award, can you tell us about it?"

"You all get out of the way and let me come, classmate Yumeng, how do you feel about winning this award? Tell us about it."

"Yes, let's talk, Yumeng classmate, everyone is waiting."

Mengmeng was embarrassed to laugh with so many people gathered around here, she was still very happy, but now she has to say modestly: "It's nothing, I handed in a normal study, but I didn't expect that I could Winning the award, I didn't expect it, it's all good luck."

"Where is the luck, you are the strength!"

The male classmates in the class didn't wait for her to agree, so they just said that for her, and they were immediately applauded by everyone.

"That is, there are so many people in the province, why don't you give the award to others, but to Yumeng? It's not because she is good at painting."

The classmates gathered around and said, "Student Yumeng, we know you are very humble, but you don't have to be so humble about this matter, it's a good thing, why don't you laugh?"

It's true that Yumeng's classmate has not even smiled. It's too calm.

The students standing at the back sighed: "Oh, look at classmate Yumeng, who has won such a big award, and is like a normal person, just different from us. If it were me, I would be able to jump up and laugh on the spot. He was three days and three nights."

When Mengmeng heard this sentence, he was finally amused by him. The smile was like the ice lingerie flower pierced through the cold winter, and the fragrance of the flowers bloomed instantly, making people drunk even if they were not drunk.

"Oh, I smiled, classmate Yumeng is really capable, and she will definitely win the national awards in the future."

The students are proud in their hearts. This is Yumeng from their class. She is honored by herself, and the whole class is honored. The classmates are a little prouder than others when they go outside.

"Damn it, sister, I heard that your painting won the provincial grand prize!"

Liuwa heard the news relatively late, and ran to confirm as soon as she heard it: "Is it true? Hurry up and say it."

Mengmeng squinted her eyes and nodded, and only then did she happily say, "Yes, Brother Six, I won the first place, and I was selected to participate in the competition in Beijing."

"That's great!" Liuwa jumped up and down with excitement, shouting, "It's amazing, my sister, the grand prize in Beijing must be yours too, you haven't run away."

Mengmeng pursed her lips and said, "Sixth brother, please don't say that. I don't have much confidence. That painting is too naive. I'm afraid they won't choose me."

Liuwa didn't take her words to heart at all. He was too proud and said in a big way, "Mengmeng, you are so good. They didn't choose you, they were blind. Let's go back and tell grandma."

When Mrs. Feng heard the news, she smiled behind her ears on the spot. She pulled Mengmeng into her arms and rubbed her face and hair incessantly.

"Okay, we Mengmeng won the grand prize, grandma is really happy. When your painting wins the award in Beijing, we will go to Beijing to receive the award, and visit your big brother by the way, hahaha..."

Mengmeng blushed when she praised her, and she whispered, "Damn, Master said that there are more people who are better than me. It's very unlikely that I will win the award. We can't be proud."

Mrs. Feng didn't like listening to it anymore, so she said, "Your master is talking nonsense. My cuteness is amazing."

Ever since Mengmeng won the first place in the province, Mrs. Feng has been extremely proud. She sees the sky and the ground like a peacock with an open screen. If she catches anyone casually, she will tell them a few words.

"Our family Mengmeng has been locked in the room to paint recently. I let her go out to play, but she refused. You say she is so obsessed with painting?"

She sighed in distress. The old sisters knew what she was thinking, and some people praised him: "Aunt Yufeng, your Mengmeng is so good at drawing, and it won the first place in the province. You know, your Mengmeng has made a lot of money, and you are so capable at a young age, and the future will definitely be amazing."

Madam Feng couldn't hide her smile, and said humbly: "Don't praise her, she is lucky, she is still talking to me at home, she needs to practice more and draw better pictures. To be honest, she I was lucky enough to win an award, and I was very happy, but she still felt dissatisfied, this girl is really worrying."

The old sisters in the village laughed and said, "Why don't you say that your Mengmeng is capable, people who can draw are like this, there is no best, only better. Your Mengmeng is beautiful, well-behaved and sensible, and so on. You know how to be talented, you really searched all over the country and couldn't find one, so just have fun."

These old aunties all grew up watching Mengmeng, and they especially like this cute little girl. Of course, what they say is very obedient.

But there were also one or two people who didn't speak so nicely. They didn't dare to say it in front of Mrs. Feng, and only dared to say small things in private.

"What's so embarrassing, no matter how powerful it is, it's just a girl, and she said she would go to Beijing to participate in the competition, hmph, with so many students across the country, will it be her granddaughter's turn? When the time comes, I will lose the election, and see what I will do. laugh at her."

The person who spoke was a well-known long-tongued woman in the village, with a big belly like a bucket of fat. When she was young, she had a little trouble with Mrs. Feng. Seeing that she was old, she couldn't compare to others. So when she chewed the base of her tongue, it was particularly sour.

The woman who was chatting with her also had the same morality as her. She was clearly envious and jealous, but she couldn't help but sarcastic.

"What are you talking about, looking at her flamboyant appearance, I can't stand it. Isn't it just a provincial award, what's so great? It really makes her granddaughter win the national award, and she won't even bother again. Late, now that I haven't got the fart, I dare to swear, wait, her granddaughter will get a zero duck egg sooner or later, and then we will laugh at her again."

Of course, Mrs. Feng didn't hear the complaints of these long-tongued women in private. If she knew, she would have to laugh off her big teeth.

These people think that the first place in the province is so easy to get, if it is so easy, why don't their children try to get one.

If you can't compare to Mengmeng, she will talk small talk. Madam Feng sees these people with a smile and doesn't take them seriously at all.

Madam Feng has been busy recently. Mengmeng is going to go to Beijing to participate in the competition. The school specially granted her a leave of absence to let her go to the competition. She also sent a team leader, her mother. Chang Huaide is the master who taught her to draw, and she will follow.

Naturally, Mrs. Feng and Mr. Feng, the grandparents, also had to follow. Erwa also wanted to follow along, but was slapped by the old lady Feng.