Chapter 478 Ideal and Reality
“We have made a budget. According to the county’s standards, it costs at least 60,000 yuan to build a primary school. Now Murakami is extremely poor, and county and township finances are also tight. Listen They said that if the cadres’ salaries are not paid on time, how can they have the money to repair the school?”
Fang Minghua and the others didn’t say anything.
In fact, in this era, most rural schools in the northwest region are like this, including the relatively prosperous Guanzhong area. The foundation of rural education is very weak, but the degree is different.
"Who is the teacher in the school?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
"You also know each other." Zhang Guisheng said with a smile.
Just as he was talking, a long, fair and clean young man wearing glasses walked out of a classroom.
"Zhang Xuewen!" Fang Minghua recognized it immediately.
Isn’t this the youngest son of the landlord Aunt Zhang who jumped in line?
“Fang Minghua!” Zhang Xuewen also recognized it: “Why are you back?”
"Come back and have a look if you have nothing to do." Fang Minghua explained: "This is Zhao Hongjun, do you remember it?"
"Remember, why don't you remember? You are all from Xijing." Zhang Xuewen said with a smile.
"Hey, Xuewen, I remember when we left, weren't you preparing to take the college entrance examination? Why did you become a teacher? Did you pass the normal college entrance examination?" Fang Minghua asked.
“I didn’t pass the exam.”
Huh? this?
Fang Minghua quickly changed the topic and talked about something else, and everyone left the school.
"Red Army, Minghua, my uncle will accompany you around. I will quickly go to the county seat and come back to my house for dinner in the evening. Let's have a drink. Uncle, you can come too."
< br>Fang Minghua and the others were just about to say a few words of courtesy when they heard Zhang Guisheng say: "You two, don't be polite. Now Jianlin is very wealthy and doesn't care about you."
"Uncle, look what you said. "Zhang Jianlin said and hurriedly walked home.
Zhang Guisheng accompanied the two of them around the village. Zhang Guisheng then told them that Zhang Xuewen failed to pass the college entrance examination for three consecutive years, and finally became a private teacher in the village with his help.
"You also know that Xuewen, a kid, can't lift his hands or shoulders. He doesn't have much strength to do farm work at all. He's not as eloquent as Jianlin. Why don't he do this?"
That's it! Yes. Fang Minghua nodded.
Everyone also looked at the poplar forest in the north - it was planted by Fang Minghua and his friends when they were educated youths. It was called the educated youth forest at the time. Now it has grown as tall as the top of a bowl and is lush and green.
Towards evening, Zhang Jianlin rushed back from the county seat. His wife had already prepared a table of dishes. Fang Minghua and the others were still Party Secretary Zhang. Zhang Jianlin went to call Zhang Xuewen again, as well as Zhang Jianlin’s wife and A child, everyone chatting while eating.
"Xuewen, have you thought about it?" Zhang Jianlin suddenly asked.
Before Zhang Xuewen could speak, Zhang Guisheng next to him interrupted: "Jianlin, you can't do this. If Xuewen follows you to the construction team, what will happen to the students in the village? He is the only teacher in our primary school!"
< br>Unexpectedly, Zhang Jianlin said:
"Uncle, you have to think about Xuewen, a monthly salary of less than 30 yuan is enough, isn't it? Xuewen is already 28 years old this year, right? I think you know the reason why you can’t get a wife now! There are no teachers in the school? Go and ask the township or county officials!”
After hearing what Zhang Jianlin said, Zhang Guisheng stopped talking and sighed. , picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhang Xuewen didn't say a word from beginning to end, just eating the food silently.
"What's going on?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
Zhang Jianlin started talking.
It turns out that Zhang Jianlin's construction team's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he needs an educated person to help him handle the accounting, pay wages, etc., so he fell in love with Zhang Xuewen, a brother in the family, who is He was honest and offered a monthly salary of 100 yuan.
Zhang Jianlin was hesitating, but Zhang Guisheng found out about it and firmly disagreed, because after Zhang Xuewen left, Murakami would have no teacher!
"Zhishu Zhang, why don't you ask the superiors for it?" Zhao Hongjun asked cautiously.
"I asked for it, but no one wanted to come. The year before last, I had a hard time recruiting a technical secondary school student. He stayed for less than a semester, but he ran away! He said he would rather not be a teacher than stay in this hellish place!" Hey.
Zhao Hongjun also sighed, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, Zhang Xuewen, who had been silent just now, raised his head and said: Brother Jianlin, I heard that the county will conduct a private-to-public teacher examination in July this year. Take the exam once. If you fail, I will do it with you! ”
“Come, come, let’s wish Xuewen a smooth entrance exam!” "Zhao Hongjun took the opportunity to raise his glass.
After dinner, the two of them stayed at Zhang Jianlin's house at night, and they slept on the same bed, but Zhao Hongjun couldn't sleep.
"Minghua, let's go out for a walk and eat."
Fang Minghua looked at his watch and saw that nine o'clock in the evening was indeed a bit early, so he followed Zhao Hongjun out of the yard.
The small village looks very quiet at night, with almost no lights - Party Secretary Zhang said that although the village had electricity last year, the electricity bill was too expensive and many farmers could not afford it, so they replaced it with kerosene lamps, which can Save just save.
Well, today in the middle of the lunar month, a bright moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the earth exceptionally brightly. In the distance is the Gobi Desert, desolate, solemn and profound.
The two unknowingly walked near the school again, and Fang Minghua suddenly discovered that there was a faint light in a room.
Anyone?
Curious walked over and knocked on the door.
The door creaked open, and a young man who came out was Zhang Xuewen.
"Xuewen, you didn't go home?" Fang Minghua asked.
"I'm back, correcting my homework."
Sure enough, Fang Minghua saw a pile of homework books on the old desk.
"Most students only have one notebook. If they don't revise it and hand it out, they won't be able to do their homework tomorrow." Zhang Xuelin explained.
"Okay, you're busy, I won't disturb you anymore." Fang Minghua was about to leave but was stopped by Zhang Xuelin, who greeted him warmly.
“It’s okay, the changes are almost finished, come in and sit down.”
There was only one chair in the room, so Zhang Xuewen took a broken bench from the classroom next door. After the two of them sat down, he hesitated before speaking.
"Brother Minghua, Brother Red Army, you are all people who have seen the world. I want to ask you something?"
"What is it?"
" You think, when we were having dinner today, was what I said correct?" Zhang Xuewen asked.
"You're right!" Zhao Hongjun spoke first: "As a human being, you must first consider yourself. How can you live with that little salary? Education is first and foremost a matter of the country and society, and you cannot be the only one to be sacrificed. Benefits! ”
Zhang Xuewen listened and said nothing, but suddenly changed the topic and looked at Fang Minghua.
"Minghua, are you a great writer now? I have read several books written by you, two of which are about private teachers, "Rural Teachers" and "No One Less", I think the most I like watching "Country Teacher". Teacher Li Baoku is so great and touching. I feel so ashamed that I can't do it."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Xuewen sighed.
Seeing Zhang Xuewen like this, Fang Minghua couldn't help but said: "Xuewen, that's just a novel, fictitious. The purpose of writing this novel is to let more people know about the situation of teachers who are still living in remote areas today. Living conditions, calling on people to give more attention and respect to rural teachers who are on the margins of society does not mean that you should be a martyr like Li Baoku! "
"Minghua is right, you don't have to worry about it! , take the exam first, and if you fail the exam, go to Jianlin's construction team, or come to Xijing, I will definitely not lose you if you join my company!" Zhao Hongjun intervened again.
Fang Minghua also nodded.
Zhang Xuewen smiled and shook his head: "Xijing is too far away, and I have to take care of my parents."
The three chatted for a while, and Fang Minghua and the others said goodbye and left.
On the way back to Zhang Jianlin's house, Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette, took a puff and suddenly said: "Minghua, we have to do something when we come here, right? Or in the name of the company, Help them build a school?”
(End of Chapter)