He finally waited for the time.

Just when he was besieged, Qiu Weishui hurriedly ran over to them and said, "Secretary of the Birthday Master and uncles, don't be angry, don't worry, I'll get a handwritten letter from my grandfather!"

Wang Xianghong stood up and asked anxiously: "What handwritten book?"

Qiu Weishui gasped and said, "Huhu, that's it, this way, I heard that after the current new policy, I heard you in the Yuhong class yesterday, so I quickly wrote a letter to my grandfather for Comrade Zhang Youxin to send it."

"Just just now, Comrade Zhang Youxin came to deliver a letter and sent a handwritten letter from my grandfather..."

She said, pointing to the dock.

The postal ship at the post office on the dock has just turned around and left.

Wang Xianghong opened the envelope and looked at the words above. Qiu Weishui said to the old people: "I have reported the situation of our production team to my grandfather. I think this is a very unreasonable thing, and it deeply hurts our production team's enthusiasm for work and love for the motherland..."

"Yes, yes, that's it, the teacher must be able to speak." An old man responded quickly.

The birthday boy asked, "Then what did your grandfather say?"

Qiu Weishui said: "My grandfather said that although the country has relevant policies, it cannot be implemented forcibly. This is too rigid. Some ancestral halls are not feudal residues, and they still have positive significance."

"For example, the ancestral hall of our production team not only contains the ancestors of the Wang family and ancestors of all generations, but also because the space has other functions on weekdays, he didn't say what functions it is, but we just need to find a function."

An old man asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Wang Xianghong smiled and said, "That means that Leader Ye gave us the idea of ​​Li Dai Taozun. We just need to assign other responsibilities to the ancestral hall."

"For example, isn't our team planning to arrange for female members to cut clothes, make shirts and suits to go to the city to sell? Then you can place a few tables in the ancestral hall and make clothes inside, and say it as a production workshop of our team company!"

An old man with white hair asked: "If we make arrangements like this, we can avoid demolishing the ancestral hall?"

Qiu Weishui nodded heavily and said, "Yes!"

The old people were very happy: "It's great, it's going to be fine now."

"It's the senior leader who has to speak. Oh, there are people in the court who are easy to be officials."

"Good news, this is good news, I can finally put my heart back in my stomach..."

But the birthday boy frowned.

Why do I feel something is wrong?

Qiu Weishui took the handbook back and showed it to them, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, look, although this is a handbook, it has my grandfather's stamp. It is a way to deal with it with the government's support."

There are dense words on the letter paper, and a big red chapter at the bottom.

The elderly are illiterate and cannot understand what is written in the letter.

But they recognized the Red Chapter.

This kind of big red seal cannot be stamped casually. If it is stamped, it means it means it is speaking on behalf of the government!

As for what words are on the red chapter, they can't understand them even more.

Anyway, it’s the five-pointed red chapter, then that’s fine!

The birthday boy was confused. He wanted to ask questions, but the juniors around him were all happy and said something, which made his head even more confused.

As for everyone, he didn't think about it anymore. He silently said to himself that the ancestral hall was preserved anyway, and he was worthy of the dead ancestors.

This matter was passed.

The ancestral hall will be opened in the future, and the production team will set up a new garment-making team. Wang Xianghong is going to hold a meeting to dispatch young women and women who are good at Nu Hong to join the team to learn how to make clothes with Wang Yi.

When the matter was done, he really put his heart back in his stomach, and then squatted under the shade of the tree at the door of the office to smoke a bag of safe cigarettes.

When he was smoking, he saw Wang Yi, and Wang Yi smiled at him: "Secretary, this is the last thing I did to work for the team before I attended the "County-wide Educator Progress Conference".

Wang Xianghong waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, go make progress."

July 20th.

On Tuesday, Tianya 2 set sail again and set sail towards the county town.

This time it was Wang Xianghong who drove the boat. He said to Wang Yi: "You have saved up a lot of trouble now, but you have to pay attention and don't mess up."

Wang Yi calculated that he had a lot of things on hand:

Decorate the teacher's dormitory, decorate the second canteen, find a chef for the second canteen, assemble the radio, arrange the entire production team to carry out sanitation construction, etc.

These things are many but not messy.

The second canteen can be decorated first. He attended the training class at the county No. 1 Middle School but was not closed for closed training, so he had the opportunity to come out to support the renovation and decoration of the second canteen.

Let’s talk about the decoration of the teacher’s dormitory after the second canteen is finished. Anyway, no one lives there during the summer vacation, so you can use the remaining materials for decoration of the second canteen to decorate.

The radio assembly can be done until the start of the new semester. After all, he has to wait for the radio box from Wang Xianggao. If the box doesn't come out, he will be useless if he assembles the radio parts.

Besides, there is no rush to engage in sanitation construction. You have to wait until the weather gets cooler before doing it.

As for finding a chef, Wang Yi said to Wang Xianghong: "It seems that there is an old chef in the commune named Mi? Branch Secretary, please go and ask about this person. Let's ask him to be a chef. His cooking skills are quite good."

Wang Xianghong said, "Oh, Old Man Mi? Mi Zhen, Mi Zhenbang? Yes, his name is Mi Zhenbang. He has a very good cooking skills. I have heard of his reputation."

"His family has always been a chef. It seems that he has opened a stove in the city before, but he was bullied when he cut his tail for 70 years. He was angry and said that he would never do it again, so can we invite him?"

Wang Yi said: "He has been working as a chef again. The last time the provincial professor invited us to dinner, he asked him to take charge of the chef."

"If he doesn't want to come when you go to invite him, then you can raise his salary. Who has a grudge against the money? Right?"

Wang Xianghong said: "As long as he is still willing to cook, I have a way to invite him."

The boat approached the dock and four young teachers disembarked.

Many eyes were quickly placed on them.

The four people dressed up very eye-catching.

Qiu Weishui wore a white floral dress that Wang Yi gave her, wearing a straw hat, wrist and watch, which was elegant and beautiful, like a fashionable female star in the movie.

Sun Zhengnan and Xu Heng put on their uniforms. On the hot weather, the two insisted on wearing uniforms, and Sun Zhengnan also wore a tie...

Finally, it was Wang Yi, and the most eye-catching one was Wang Yi.

He wore a pair of yeliang green army pants, a pair of green rubber shoes on his feet, and then a big red vest on his upper body.

Red and green combination, how can this not be eye-catching? This is even a bit dazzling!

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Wang Yi raised her chest and tried to see a few words on her vest:

Advanced collectives for earthquake relief and disaster relief!

Wang Xianghong was very satisfied with his dress and said, "Teacher Wang, you are becoming more and more aware of your dress. Well, your outfit is very meaningful. You can use this outfit to remind yourself to always maintain the advanced nature of your life style and work style!"

Autumn Wei River laughs secretly.

She didn't understand why Wang Yi was particularly interested in this outfit. Today, Teacher Wang specially packed up his outfit and made such a dress and kept posing for her.

She felt very rustic.

But Wang Yi felt that this was very trendy.

So popularity is a circle, and maybe one day it will go back to the starting point.

After getting to the dock, he was about to leave. Wang Xianghong called him: "Teacher Wang, there is also a small cart."

Wang Yi turned around in surprise and said, "Can you not let Xu Hengtui shit?"

Xu Heng pointed to the clothes on his body, and Sun Zhengnan also pointed to his tie.

Qiu Weishui brushed his watch and said, "Then I'll push it."

What else can Wang Yi say?

He could only push the cart and set off.

On the way, he heard someone say, "Where is the officer lady from this? Their capitalist style is too serious. You see, I even found a laborer to push my luggage..."

Even the old man Qinghuang was distraught when he saw this scene and sighed: "The golden monkey raised his thousand pounds, and the jade water clarified the thousands of miles away. Today he cheered Sun Dasheng, because the demon fog came back again!"

The worst thing was that when I arrived at the No. 1 Middle School of the County, Qiu Weishui took out their invitation letter to the gatekeeper for the progress conference.

The old man from the gate opened the door and said enthusiastically: "Come in quickly, are you all comrades who are here to attend the meeting? Oh, Comrade Ligong, please push your luggage here for them. We are off for school during the summer vacation, so no idle people are allowed to wait in."

Wang Yi was so sad and angry.

Fortunately, Qiu Weishui was anxious to help him clear his innocence: "This is our principal!"

The old man from the gate was confused on the spot: "Ah? Let's make me joke?"

Sun Zhengnan said: "He is the principal of our Tianya Primary School!"

The old man from the gate murmured, "Oh, then your comrades-principal is so conscious. He has truly stood with the people. He is a man of the Liba."

In Teacher Xiaoqiu's mind, her own man is a man who stands tall. She misunderstood the word "Xialibaren" and said unhappily: "Why do you scold people? Why don't you look down on people?"

Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "The Xialiba people are not insulting people, they are just used to compare with Yangchun Baixue. However, this old comrade used the wrong thing. The Xialiba people are popular literature and popular songs, which cannot be used to describe people."

The old man from the gate said, "I now completely believe that you are a principal. Your educational level is quite high."

The bicycle ringtone rang behind, and someone came on a bicycle. It was a young man riding a bicycle carrying a young woman.

Wang Yi looked back and saw, hey, know.
To be continued...