Reborn in 1977

Chapter 540 I Am Not a Little Notebook

Lujiawan Complete Primary School was built on the top of a small earth hill in Team 10.

The former village school had only two classrooms, two grades, one dormitory room, and a mud-walled kitchen, plus a large playground.

Now, after the renovation, the environment has changed greatly.

Surrounding the playground are eight spacious and bright bungalows with red bricks, blue tiles, and glass windows, which are completely different from the previous low houses.

The original mud piers with wooden planks in the classroom have also been replaced with proper desks and chairs.

Of course, not the kind from later generations, but long tables and long benches that fit the characteristics of the era.

(In this kind, the 38th parallel can only be drawn with this kind of desk)

Of the eight rooms, six are classrooms, one for each grade. Currently, they are not only sufficient, but there is also plenty of space in the classrooms, and it is no problem to play games indoors.

The remaining two rooms, one is divided into a teacher's office, meeting room, and dormitory, and the other is a kitchen, canteen, and storage room.

However, since there are only four grades now, the other two classrooms are used as a library and a supplementary classroom, and adjustments will be made later when there are more students.

There is also a public toilet in the southwest corner, which can be described as small but complete.

It just lacks a guard room and has no security.

(It's this kind of classroom, with a veranda in front of the door. You can play on the veranda when it rains. Four rows of houses surround the playground, and then a circle of walls outside. It's a school)

Chen Fan stood at the school gate and asked the two dogs, "Are you guarding the gate here?"

The two dogs wagged their tails and walked over, barking twice, and followed him slowly inside.

Chen Fan glanced at them. Are they abandoning their posts?

Even voluntary labor can't be like this.

At this time, all the classes were in progress, and the crisp sound of reading aloud came from the lower grades' classrooms, adding a bit of cultural atmosphere to the campus.

In the "senior" classrooms, there were also "little teachers" who didn't know if they were adults yet, giving lectures.

This is what a school should look like.

Chen Fan had only stood on the playground for less than a minute when Principal Xiao of the school rushed over from the classroom, quickly taking out a cigarette and offering it, "Teacher Chen, you didn't tell me in advance that you were coming, so I could arrange a welcome in advance."

He was originally just a substitute teacher in the production team, managing dozens of students in two grades by himself. He was responsible for both main and supplementary subjects, and was proficient in all courses.

Then, he was sitting at home and good fortune fell from the sky.

Without saying anything or doing anything, the team wanted to expand the school and assigned several subject teachers to him, and he also soared into the sky and became the principal.

Thinking about the village school a year ago, and looking at the campus today, it's a world of difference! Not to mention that welfare income has increased a lot.

Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it.

I never dreamed it would be so good!

And the promoter of all this is Chen Fan. How could he not be grateful?

Seeing Principal Xiao coming out, Chen Fan also quickly greeted him, taking the cigarette with one hand and shaking hands with the other, laughing, "We're not outsiders, what's there to welcome."

Xiao Weihua was beaming and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

Then he pointed to the office, "Teacher Chen, go to the office and sit for a while, have a cup of tea. Later, you can see which class you want to lecture in, what you want to talk about, and we can discuss it, or you can decide directly, and I'll organize it."

Chen Fan waved his hand, "No need to be so troublesome. After this class is over, gather the students together and just lecture together."

Now the youngest children in the village school are 7 years old, and the oldest are only 14 years old.

Well, the 14-year-olds are in the third grade, and the oldest in the fourth grade are 12 years old. This is called learning has its order, and age doesn't determine who is better.

However, children in the countryside mature early. They help with housework from the age of three or five, and are relatively sensible at the age of 7.

On the other hand, children in the countryside have "limited knowledge". The 14-year-olds, compared to the 7-year-olds, have not made much difference in other aspects, except for learning a little more knowledge from textbooks, listening to more adults, and doing more farm work.

So Chen Fan was too lazy to make a distinction and decided to give them a few "public lessons".

Although there are four grades, there are not many people. Some grades have only a dozen people, and others have only twenty or thirty. In total, there are 87 students in the whole school.

And including Xiao Weihua, the principal, there are 6 teachers. Only Lujiawan can afford so many "idle people". In some production teams, maybe three or four teachers can handle everything.

Including cooking, home visits, mediating student disputes, and student family disputes, etc.

Village teachers are generally "highly respected". Isn't it normal to ask them to mediate disputes?!

Seeing that Chen Fan had made up his mind, Principal Xiao didn't say anything more. He first moved a chair to the corridor and asked Chen Fan to sit down and rest, and then returned to the classroom to continue teaching.

Before long, after smoking a cigarette, Principal Xiao ran out again and picked up a hammer to bang on a piece of iron hanging under the eaves.

The bell rang for the end of class, and soon the little students in the classroom rushed out with shouts.

Some were carrying iron rings. As soon as they ran out of the classroom door, they threw the iron rings out. The iron rings rolled for a while on the playground, then suddenly rolled back, hitting an iron hook and being pushed around the playground, followed by a group of little kids, shouting and screaming like little soldiers charging.

Several boys agreed to go to a corner. Without anyone organizing, they each lifted a leg and started "cockfighting".

(Cockfighting)

The fighting here was dusty, and the little girls there were also playing their own games.

Kicking shuttlecocks, hopscotch, picking up pebbles... they were having a great time.

Principal Xiao then gathered several young teachers together, "When class starts later, you gather the students in the first-grade classroom, bring your own benches, and Teacher Chen will give a lecture to the students later."

"Teacher Chen is here?"

One of the teachers asked in surprise, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the office, and saw Chen Fan sitting on the bench, watching the students on the playground and laughing.

The others also cheered and jumped, wishing they could gather people now.

Strictly speaking, they had also been Chen Fan's "students". That is, during the college entrance examination review before, they followed their respective "masters" and listened to Chen Fan's lectures.

It was also from that time that they knew why the "master" would be so convinced of Teacher Chen.

All the knowledge points in the textbook, as long as they were spoken by Teacher Chen, they could easily understand. Even if some had not been learned yet, they could know where to go to make up for the lessons. This feeling had never been felt in other people.

From this, it can be seen that Teacher Chen is not only capable himself, but also able to integrate and teach others, which is particularly commendable!

With excitement, these teachers quickly started preparing to organize the students to listen to the lecture.

The ten-minute break passed in a blink of an eye, and the bell rang again, and the students on the playground ran to the classroom like a gust of wind.

Then, under the organization of their respective teachers, two people carried a bench and quickly gathered in the first-grade classroom.

At this time, Chen Fan also walked into this classroom in the company of Principal Xiao.

Chen Fan had been to every team in Lujiawan, and the students in the classroom had also seen him. At this time, seeing him walking onto the podium, the entire classroom was instantly silent, and everyone looked at Teacher Chen with bright eyes.

Principal Xiao stood under the podium and said loudly with a smile, "Students, do you know who the teacher on the podium is?"

The students all answered in unison, "We know."

In the next second, the voices were a bit chaotic.

"It's Teacher Chen."

"Teacher Chen."

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen."

Chen Fan stood on the podium, raised his hand and pressed down, all kinds of voices disappeared instantly, and everyone looked at him expectantly.

He glanced around the classroom. In front were several rows of first-grade students, and behind were students of other grades with their own benches.

He put his hands on the podium and said with a smile, "I heard from your Principal Xiao that you really want to listen to my lecture, is that right?"

All the students said in unison again, "Yes."

But this time no one said anything else.

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Okay. Since the students want to listen, then I will talk about it. But, I won't talk about the knowledge in the textbooks, these knowledge will be taught to you by your teachers.

They have all studied hard and passed the exams organized by the Education Commission to become teachers. They are all very good teachers. As long as you follow them and study hard, you will definitely get good grades."

At this time, a little student raised his right hand high, his eyes full of longing, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't shout randomly.

Chen Fan pointed to him, "This student, please stand up and state your question."

The little student stood up immediately and asked loudly, "Teacher Chen, can you get into college if you study hard?"

Chen Fan nodded without hesitation, "As long as you study hard and firmly grasp the knowledge in the textbooks, you can get into college."

Then he signaled the student to sit down and asked, "Do other students have any questions?"

Seeing that no one raised their hands, Chen Fan continued, "I won't talk about the knowledge in the textbooks, so what should I talk about?"

He picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote a line of words on the blackboard, "Why study."

This question has been asked from ancient times to the present, and countless celebrities have given their own answers, some writing poems and some writing essays.

There is also a widely circulated joke on the Internet in later generations:

"I advise you to read more, so that when you see the afterglow of the sunset, you can say: 'The sunset glow and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water shares the same color with the sky.' Instead of just saying: 'Damn, this sunset! Damn, there are birds! Damn, it's so beautiful!'

It's when you are lovelorn, you can chant softly: 'If life is only as first seen, what is the matter with the autumn wind painting a fan.' Instead of shouting sadly thousands of times: 'Blue and thin, mushrooms!'

It's when you see snowflakes flying all over the sky, you can blurt out: 'Suddenly, like a spring breeze blowing overnight, thousands of trees and thousands of pear trees blooming.' Instead of exclaiming: 'Oh, the snow is so big.'"

Unfortunately, these are not applicable to the children in the classroom at this time.

They don't have such a broad vision, and they may not even understand the difference between the two.

If you tell them "Books can take you where your feet cannot", "Books may not have houses of gold, but they definitely have a better you", "Books can provide wisdom and give strength", ..., they won't understand any of this.

They don't understand what "studying for the rise of China" is. They may feel excited when they hear it, but most of them will forget it after hearing it.

Also, the times have their own characteristics, and speaking and doing things should also try to conform to the characteristics of this era.

So, Chen Fan threw the chalk into the chalk box, looked at them with his eyes, and said solemnly, "Why study? There are two reasons. First, the motherland needs you to study hard, and after you have learned something, go to build the country."

It's like, if you don't study cultural knowledge, you can't become a veterinarian. If the production team doesn't have a veterinarian, they can't raise chickens, ducks, and geese. That way, you can't engage in sideline businesses and earn income. You also can't study here quietly and have meat to eat every few days when you go home.

Veterinarians taking good care of the production team's chickens, ducks, and geese, and agricultural machinery operators driving machines to cultivate and harvest fields, are all contributing to the collective. The collective creating more value is contributing to the motherland.

Secondly, it's for your own studies. Only by studying can you understand principles and walk out with dignity, just like those older brothers and sisters who have been admitted to universities, to see the outside world…

Next, I will focus on these two points and explain to you in detail why you should study and what benefits you will get from studying…

…

While Chen Fan was teaching the children in the classroom, two cars, one in front and one behind, drove into the Lujiawan Brigade Headquarters.

The first car was a jeep. After the car stopped, several people got out, one of whom was Zhu, the Public Security Officer. The others were dressed as cadres.

However, judging from Zhu's behavior of standing aside after getting out of the car, he was not very familiar with these people.

The car behind was a very rare Toyota Corolla.

This car was almost everywhere in Hong Kong in the 1970s, almost the "street car" of the first generation of middle-class families in Hong Kong, but it was indeed rare in the mainland.

Especially in a place like Nanhu with crisscrossing waterways, it must have taken a lot of effort to drive this car over.

Several middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes got out of the Toyota car. They all looked to be in their forties or fifties, and their gestures were somewhat rigid. If they were in a foreign-related hotel in Beijing, the waiters could easily distinguish that these were several 'little Japanese'.

Xiao Liewen could also tell. He had dealt with these guys a lot.

Just now, after Zhu led a group of people in and briefly introduced a few of his own people, he ignored the so-called cadres and pulled Zhu aside, saying, "Why did you bring a few 'little Japanese' here?"

Secretary Yang and the others were greeting the unexpected guests with smiles on their faces. When they heard Xiao Liewen's words, their expressions instantly changed, and they turned their gazes to Zhu.

Zhu coughed twice and pointed to one of the cadres, casually saying, "This is Zhao, a cadre from the Provincial United Front Work Department. He said he brought these 'little Japanese' to look for relatives. I'm just responsible for leading the way. I don't know anything else."

Xiao Liewen glanced at him, "If this were back in the day, you would be a traitor. If I ran into you, I would have shot you without saying a word."

Zhu's old face darkened, "I'm just a clerk, and I'm just following orders. If you have the ability, go yell at Secretary Qian. Why are you yelling at me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the others next to him and hummed, "I'm not happy about it either."

Zhao Junhui, who was in charge of this matter, couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he had been mentally prepared before coming, he still felt particularly aggrieved when he actually encountered it.

The two countries had already established formal ambassadorial-level diplomatic relations as early as 1972, and since then, various non-governmental exchanges had gradually increased.

Last December, another meeting was held, and the direction was suddenly reversed.

This might not have meant much to other units, but for the United Front Work Department, it was a real disaster.

Many of the kinship applications previously submitted by the 'little Japanese' were now approved all at once. Foreign affairs, tourism, transportation, public security, the United Front, and other departments were coordinated to provide them with convenience.

Just last month, two 'little Japanese' opposition parties came to visit formally, which was an extremely strong signal.

Under such circumstances, they naturally had to fully cooperate with the work.

But while the units were cooperating, the grassroots level was different.

He had already encountered this situation several times.

Just a few days ago, he received another task, responsible for accompanying several 'little Japanese' tourists to find relatives who had been out of contact for many years.

What could he do?

He had to endure it even if he was unhappy, and he had to listen to Lao Xiao's scolding.

Zhao Junhui wiped his face, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed them around.

Although Secretary Yang and the others were unwilling in their hearts, seeing a cadre from the province being so humble, they felt a little sympathetic and reached out to take them.

Once they took the cigarettes, things became easier to talk about.

Zhao Junhui took out a lighter to help light the cigarettes, but this time he was refused.

He didn't mind. He lit one for himself and then smiled at Xiao Liewen, "Comrade Xiao should be a veteran, right?"

Xiao Liewen grunted twice and glanced at him, "Can you tell?"

Zhao Junhui laughed, "It's too obvious. Just like my unit leader, you have a tough spirit."

After a pause, he asked again, "Which unit were you in back then? My leader was originally in the 5th Regiment of the 2nd Brigade, but he was injured later and retired during the Second Field Army period. He has always been brooding about this. Otherwise, he could have gone to the north."

When Xiao Liewen heard this, his expression improved a lot, "So, he was also from the Second Field Army."

The implication was that he was also from the Second Field Army, but he didn't say which regiment specifically.

The smile on Zhao Junhui's face became even brighter, "So, you are also a veteran leader."

Then he began to complain, "Veteran leader, hey…"

But he was stopped by Xiao Liewen with a wave of his hand as soon as he started, "Stop it. I'm just a farmer. I'm not a leader. If you think highly of me, just call me Deputy Captain."

"Okay, okay."

Zhao Junhui naturally followed suit, "Deputy Captain Xiao, you have been on the battlefield, so you should know the principle that military orders are paramount."

Seeing that Xiao Liewen's expression had softened a bit, he continued, "I am now a soldier under the leadership's command. I can only do what the leader tells me to do. And the leader is also carrying out the tasks assigned by the higher authorities…"

Speaking of this, he turned his head and glanced at the 'little Japanese' sitting and talking softly not far away, then turned back and said softly, "If it were up to my own temper, I would have shot them without saying a word."

Then he changed the subject, "Alas… but it won't work! We have to obey orders!"

Xiao Liewen took a few puffs of his cigarette and turned to look at Secretary Yang, Captain Zhang, and Captain Ye.

After exchanging glances, Xiao Liewen took two steps back and stood with Zhu, while Secretary Yang coughed and stepped forward to ask, "You just said they were looking for relatives? What are their names?"

Zhao Junhui immediately said, "There is only one person looking for relatives. His name is Takashihide O. Currently, he is the only one left in his family. Because his younger brother was stationed in this area back then and wrote to him saying that he had a child here, and he also heard about our policy of treating prisoners well, that's why he came to look for relatives, wanting to see if the child is still there."

After he finished speaking, Secretary Yang immediately turned to look at Captain Zhang and the others.

Takashi?

Isn't that Lao Gao's original surname? His family is here to find him?

Seeing their actions and expressions, Zhao Junhui's gaze narrowed slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, "Is the child still there?"

If he could successfully find a relative, then this United Front task would definitely be accomplished. Whether it was establishing foreign trade relations or absorbing a pro-China person, it would be a great supplement to the current weak foundation of external United Front work.

Moreover, judging from the posture of that 'little Japanese', it would be one thing if he came by himself, but he also brought three followers, which clearly meant that his identity was not simple. In this way, his importance was tripled!

Secretary Yang looked at him and coughed, "I don't know if it is or not, but we do have a 'little Japanese' named Gaoqiao in our team, who is an orphan left over from the war."

Zhao Junhui immediately said, "Can I see him?"

Since Secretary Yang had said so, he naturally wouldn't refuse, so he waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll take you over."

Since the person's relatives had come to the door, they naturally couldn't stop them from meeting.

However, whether Lao Gao would go with them would depend on his own opinion.

…

Chen Fan paced back and forth on the podium, saying slowly, "Just now, I told you about a certain gap between our country and the advanced countries in the world. It seems like there is a big gap, but everyone has heard the story of The Foolish Old Man Who Removed the Mountain, and Mr. Li also called on everyone to learn from The Foolish Old Man.

Be willing to be a Foolish Old Man, climb the peak of knowledge forever, arm ourselves with knowledge, and build the motherland. One day, we will catch up with this gap and even surpass foreign countries. This is one of the meanings of our hard study."

After speaking, he returned to the podium and stood still, scanning all the students again, "Today's class will end here. Next class, I will tell you about the advantages our country has in catching up, as well as other aspects of the gap with foreign countries.

Okay, class is dismissed."

All the students immediately stood up automatically, bowed, and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Chen Fan waved his hand after they had spoken, and they ran out happily.

Chen Fan smiled happily, not knowing how much of what he had just said they could remember.

But it didn't matter. Anyway, the seeds had been sown, and some of them would sprout.

At this moment, Zhang Wenliang suddenly appeared at the door, waved to Chen Fan first, and then said to Principal Xiao, "Lao Xiao, find Gao Jianguo from your 10th team. Something happened to his family. I'll take him back."

Principal Xiao was stunned when he heard this, "What could have happened to his family?"

Zhang Wenliang didn't explain much. The main reason was that everyone's attitude towards the 'little Japanese' was similar now. The more people who knew, the more chaotic things would become. He just said, "Just bring the person to me. Don't ask about other things."

When Principal Xiao heard this, he didn't say any more. He beckoned to a teacher next to him, "Go and find Gao Jianguo."

Chen Fan walked up to Zhang Wenliang, looked at him curiously, but didn't say anything.

Lao Zhang had just rejected Principal Xiao, so if he asked at this time, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?!

After a while, a little boy, covered in dirt and like a monkey, was pulled over. Chen Fan recognized him at a glance as the little Gao he had saved.

When Zhang Wenliang saw that he had found the person, he didn't say much, and took him outside.

Chen Fan quickly said goodbye to Principal Xiao and the others, and then followed.

After walking out of the school gate for a while, he saw two cars parked on the open space in front of Gao's house, with a few horses parked nearby.

Zhang Wenliang took Xiao Gao into the house, and Chen Fan quickly followed.

Before he could enter, he didn't know what the people inside said, but he saw Xiao Gao immediately lying on the ground, acting shamelessly, and shouting, "I'm not a 'little Japanese', I don't want to be a 'little Japanese', I'm really not a 'little Japanese'…"