Chapter 45

"It's popular in big cities now. Xixian county is backward, but it's time to become popular." Shao liang thought he had calmed Yang Rui, but he was also quietly relieved.

It's dangerous to be too ostentatious in other people's territory. Cao Baoming and other comrades of the bench pushing group are helping to carry cans. Their muscles are bulging one by one, which is still a bit shocking.

"You're selling these pants?" Yang Ruifan looks at the apple brand jeans in Hong Kong. He wants to laugh, but it's not funny.

In fact, apple did sell jeans, but apple in Hong Kong can hardly trace its origin.

The jeans Shao Liang took out are still slim waist jeans with trumpet legs. They are pure 80's taste, but they are very popular at this time.

"Do whatever you want." Shao Liang worried that Yang Rui would tell on him, so he was careless.

Yang Rui said "Oh" with a smile.

80 Selling clothes in the S is actually a very good business. Many people make money, especially those who are eloquent and have a bit of public taste. It's easy to get more than 50% profit.

However, Yang Rui won Shaogong's favor, so he can't just look at it and let it go. The idea belongs to the idea, and the promise belongs to the promise.

Shao Liang will be wrong, dissatisfied with the way: "a pair of jeans is not enough?"? You have too much appetite. If you look carefully, you can't buy such jeans for dozens of yuan. "

"It's not about jeans." Yang Rui laughed and threw it back, saying, "put it away, I don't wear this kind of clothes."

"You can't wear it." Shao Liang raised his crotch unhappily. Without saying much, he put the jeans back into the green army bag.

Yang Rui sighed. He really can't wear these jeans because they are too low. They are not tied on the waist. They are directly tied on the crotch. They are so tight that they seem to squeeze out more meat.

It's the 1980s. In another 10 years, where can I find the spareribs from all over the street? These pants are for the fat man's figure in his previous life. They are cut out of one leg material.

Shao Liang is a student after all. He can't figure out Yang Rui's idea. He can't help but ask, "what do you want, just say it, just choose one of my things for you?"

The most expensive ones on him are jeans, which cost 22 yuan, followed by Huili shoes, but they are all hard currency on the street.

Yang Rui shook his head with a smile and said, "if I say I will tutor you, I will tutor you. It's not negotiable. Otherwise, I can't tell Shaogong."

"I'll just say that it's over to tutor here, isn't it?"

"No way." Yang Rui shook his head, slowed down for a while, and said, "let me put it this way. No matter what your previous achievements are, I dare not say that it's very easy to cram here. If you work hard, it's not difficult to be a junior college. The undergraduate course depends on your foundation, but it's also a good chance. Anyway, I suggest you try and don't rush to a conclusion. "

The teaching level of the factory run middle school of the meat factory is much lower than that of Xibao middle school, not to mention the top students in the returning class. Most of the students in the graduating class of senior two are also better than them.

But just like Yang Rui said, as long as the students who normally study in high school, that is, those who can reach the average score of the senior high school entrance examination, and use some more skills, they can actually enter the University and technical secondary school.

Of course, the educational background of college and secondary school is the same as that of senior high school. It's a waste of three years and it's a good choice to change the quota.

In other words, the quota allocated by the representatives of universities and technical secondary schools is also valuable. According to Shaogong's ability, it is not only different in difficulty but also different in work type to arrange a high school graduate to return to the factory or a technical secondary school student to return to the factory.

At least until the mid-1990s, technical secondary school was still a decent diploma, much better than high school, especially popular at the grassroots level.

The children of factory run middle schools have no record of being admitted to junior college. Many students work hard to reread, just for a place in a college or secondary school.

Yang Rui thinks that he can make such a guarantee, which is worthy of Shaogong's help.

However, Shao Liang was ungrateful and said, "you cheat my father. I won't pursue you. Don't delay my time."

He pointed to the red apple Icon on his lap and said, "do you know how much money I can make a day? Well, I'll let you guess what. Come on, I'll go first. Don't contact me when I'm free. "

Shao Liang turned his back and waved twice in the air.

Yang Rui looked down at his green army pants. He didn't think there was anything wrong with them. He said, "you stay first. Don't leave. Baoming..."

He just finished two seconds, Cao Baoming will slow reaction Shao Liang to catch.

Shao Liang struggled twice, but failed to extricate himself. He glared at Yang Rui angrily and anxiously and asked, "what are you going to do?""It's too late. You can go with us first, teacher Xie. When you come back, we'll talk about it." Yang Rui calls Su Yi in again and asks him and Cao Baoming to escort Shao Liang.

Seeing these two men, Shao Liang suddenly wilted and said, "I didn't expect that you were still on the street."

"I'm not on the street." Yang Rui shakes his head.

Su Yi, however, knows some street tricks. He looks down at Shao Liang's Huili shoes, bends down and unties his shoelaces. When he turns his hand over again, he ties the shoelaces of his two feet together.

"Well, you go ahead of us. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you walk slowly, I'll beat you. If you walk fast, I'll beat you. If you dare to run, don't let me catch up with you. Otherwise, I'll give you as many blows as you let me run. Do you understand? " Su Yi patted Shao Liang on the cheek. The calluses on his palm hurt him.

Shao Liang secretly sold goods on the street. He knew more people and immediately had a judgment. He bowed his head and said, "I understand."

Su Yi nodded with satisfaction, then coldly stepped out, took a big horse from him and said, "what do you understand? You know how I beat people? You'll see? "

Yang Rui was stunned. As a post-80s fat man, although he has experienced the 1980s, he has never been a young man in the 1980s. How can he know that the students at this time are so fierce.

Shao Liang is to know, a head of get up, more clever way: "you said right, I was wrong."

"Don't do it again. Let's lead the way." Su Yi raised his head and gave him a light kick.

Shao Liang smiles like nothing happened.

This is campus violence. Yang Rui pondered, but he didn't say much.

Although in the eyes of people in the 21st century, campus violence is a very serious problem, in the 1980s, "campus violence" was not an effective term, it was not even a term.

Students are beaten by teachers, students are beaten by students, students' nose is broken, students' face is swollen - in the eyes of many people, this is not a matter.

Compared with social violence, schools are still simple and pure.

On the other hand, violence is indeed the quickest way to carry out one's will. Shao Liang, who is no longer clamoring, is like a ghost, following Yang Rui. He dare not bring any more trouble.

The members of Ruixue group came to the dormitory area with a large number of articles.

"Bang bang"

"Bang bang"

Yang Rui first knocked on the door of Li Xiumei's home. She was elected as "the most popular female teacher" and won more than half of the votes.

With a click, the door opened.

It was a man who showed his head. He looked at the students outside strangely, nodded, looked back and cried, "Xiumei, your student."

Liu Shan and Huang Ren stand on both sides of Yang Rui, holding things in their hands a little nervously.

In a few seconds, Li Xiumei opened the door and looked surprised: "what's the matter? So many people. "

"Miss Li, we are here to thank you." Yang Rui respectfully said a word, hand to the back of a move, ready for the two groups of members, immediately played the gongs and drums, and lit firecrackers.

Gongs and drums are the standard equipment in the school sports room. No matter it's a sports meeting or a leader's inspection, it can't work without the cooperation of gongs and drums.

Firecrackers are bought at the foot of the mountain 200 ring, the earth red, loud and crisp, a few times to the dormitory teachers to quarrel.

80 In the 1980s, there was no concept of commercial housing, and the land belonged to the country. Teachers who did not live in the local area would live in the school dormitory. The whole dormitory area was like a small community, with teachers, family members and children. In a short time, Li Xiumei's home was blocked.

At the end of the firecrackers, Yang Rui immediately said in a loud voice: "thank you, Miss Li Xiumei. You are the most popular female teacher selected by the students."

Then, all the members of Ruixue group, including Yang Rui, bowed as if they had been pulled the trigger.

Neat movements give people a very formal feeling.

Li Xiumei, a gentle character, was stunned and didn't seem to understand the situation at all.

The onlookers were stunned.

The celebration of gongs, drums and firecrackers was not invented by Yang Rui. In the past ten years, the activities of educated youth going to the countryside and supporting the border areas have been accompanied by such lively scenes.

But what's happening right now is obviously different.

Yang Rui smiles, takes the gift box containing four cans from Wang Guohua, hands it to Li Xiumei, and says in a loud voice, "Mr. Li, the four cans here are the most popular prizes for female teachers. Please put them away. At the same time, on behalf of the members of Ruixue group, I would like to thank you again for your dedication. "The students bowed again and then dispersed.

Li Xiumei then made clear the situation. She was a little embarrassed and said, "you don't have to do this..."

"It's not a simple thing to be welcomed by most of the students. I believe Mr. Li can do this. He has paid a lot, and everyone just wants to express his gratitude..." Yang Rui has been a tutor for several years, I know how hard it is to be welcomed by students.

Students are a very sensitive group, especially middle school students, who are in the period of values reshaping. They will not be welcomed if their academic performance is improved. Similarly, laissez faire is not the key to popularity.

To make students satisfied and welcomed by students, we need patient and meticulous communication, careful teaching, in-depth care and full decentralization... In short, it is much more difficult to make students like themselves than to make leaders like themselves.

Because of this, although Yang Rui prepared the content of his speech in advance, his tone was extremely sincere.

Li Xiumei felt something in her heart, and her eyes became moist involuntarily.

In a township middle school, as an ordinary teacher, constantly glowing, this itself is a kind of dedication.

Working six days a week for more than ten hours a day is a simple effort.

It's a complex effort to read countless assignments, copy various test papers, and constantly analyze and understand students' needs.

It's difficult to talk with students, help them, protect them and support them.

Li Xiumei doesn't need others to thank her for her dedication, but she does need her own efforts and efforts to be affirmed.

Students' affirmation is undoubtedly the most sincere and valuable.

Almost in an instant, Li Xiumei's Wenqing consciousness was attracted, and two lines of tears also fell with her cheek.

"Mom. Why are you crying? " A small head, holding his father's calf, came out.

"Mom didn't cry, she was happy." Li Xiumei bent down and picked up her daughter.

The five-year-old girl, ignorant and lovely, reached out to wipe away her mother's tears, but attracted more tears. She couldn't help falling into confusion.

Looking at her daughter's expression, Li Xiumei wanted to cry and laugh.

In order to facilitate work, she weaned her daughter when she was nine months old.

In order to prepare lessons, she often works late into the night, and her noisy daughter and husband can't sleep well.

In order to purchase materials, she not only lowered the food standards of herself and her husband, but also lowered the food standards of her daughter.

In order to visit the student's family, she broke her shoes and hurt her foot.

Even though she is in a tight financial situation, she still tries her best to help students in financial difficulties, hoping that they will not drop out of school because of poverty

Li Xiumei occasionally thinks about the problem of return and whether it is worth it. But in this age of passion, she is more willing to do things than think about things.

Only when she dreams back in the middle of the night, will she dream that one day, there will be students who once came to her and said, "thank you, teacher.".

Until today, it was a fantasy.

Children lucky enough to get out of the mountain seldom come back, while those who stay in the mountain are raw and shy.

Li Xiumei always comforts herself: the students are still young. When they are old, they will be sensible.

But with the passage of time, she has gradually buried those thoughts in the bottom of her heart.

Until this moment, slow, strong, gushing out of the sense of happiness, she hugged her daughter tightly, and did not hesitate to accept the red gift box.

Thanks for coming late, but not just Yang Rui.