The people in the dormitory were having a meal and chatting slowly. After eating two pieces of braised pork, Wang Yi wanted to lie down.

The people in the cafeteria are really not a thing. The braised pork they made is really cruel. Many of them are large pieces of fat, and they actually use pure fat to make braised pork.

It smells really fragrant, but it is really frigid.

Wang Yi felt the oil and water in his stomach boiling after eating a piece. At this time, the old birds' experience showed it. Huang Hui laughed and threw it to him a head of garlic and said, "Eat this, this can relieve greasiness."

Yang Chen sighed: "It can be seen that your production team is doing well. This is the first time I have seen you as impatient as you. It seems that you eat a lot of meat."

"That's sure." Mao Haibo from Jindao Primary School smiled, "We are close to our team, and we know a lot of things clearly. Teacher Wang is in charge of the students in their team. The food is very good. We often eat big meat buns, meat egg dumplings, egg fried rice, etc."

"Really or false?" Some teachers from other communes were incredible.

Huang Hui blinked and said, "I also heard that this happened. I always thought it was all fake. It was just a rumor. Three people became tigers. So this is true?"

Wang Yi bit the oil cake.

The pancake itself is sprinkled with salt, so it can be as fragrant as the dish without having to be used.

So he put down the braised pork and specialized in eating oil cakes and asked, "What's the real thing? Teacher Mao, you and Mr. Mao Haichao should be fellow townsmen? Why do you think you don't have a good relationship?"

Mao Haibo, who was laughing, stopped laughing when he heard this, lowered his head with a gloomy face.

Wang Yi knew at a glance that he had asked the wrong question.

But he didn't mean it. He just wanted to transfer the topic from himself.

Xu Heng deliberately asked Xi Ni and smiled, "Principal, look at you, why do you care so much about the people in the outside team today? I am your soldier, and I haven't seen you care about me."

Wang Yi handed him the braised pork: "Here, don't say I don't care about you anymore, I'll give you the meat."

He said to Mao Haibo again: "If I ask something wrong, Teacher Mao, please forgive me. I don't know what I say."

Mao Haibo laughed again and said, "Teacher Wang, you are so serious. Oh, we are indeed from the same team, and we are still colleagues now, but our relationship is indeed not very good..."

The dinner was originally a chat occasion, and Mao Haibo started talking while eating braised pork:

"In the afternoon, I talked about the public's resentment towards our teachers, right? That's all my personal experience."

"That Teacher Mao's father is a clerk in our team. I worked early. I have been a teacher in 1974 years and worked as a teacher for the elementary school in the team. Then we kept riding a two-headed donkey. When it comes to the food distribution, I have to go to the brigade to calculate my work points and get the food."

"His father is a clerk and is in charge of the food. Whenever he arrives, he will shyly say, "The black-faced ones earn the white-faced ones for food," and say, "If you open your eyes every day, you will get ten points."

"Teacher Wang, you are a college student, you don't know. When the team was collective, your team still has no major contract system, right?"

Wang Yi said: "Yes, we are the team."

Mao Haibo asked, "Then you should know that public teachers can rest on Sundays or during holidays, and our private teachers have to earn work points for the production team, right?"

Wang Yi nodded.

Mao Haibo continued: "Our team's documents discussed with the branch secretary, saying that I had rested on weekdays and asked me to do a lot of effort, rowing, closing the net, diving, and attacking Dancai. Anyway, whatever work is heavy, you have to arrange for me."

"But I am a light laborer, I am not a strong laborer! Ask Teacher Huang, Teacher Huang knows my situation!"

Huang Hui next to him snorted with his head and said nothing.

Yang Chen comforted him: "This is a bit too much, but we have all had such experiences. I actually do a lot of labor-intensive work."

Mao Haibo said with a gloomy face: "It's nothing like this. It's mainly because there was a big fishing flood in 1976. Everyone on the outside islands remembers it? The hairtail fishing flood battle."

"Then I went to the net in groups. I was still young and had little hands and strength. But I was the master of the hand. I had to follow the big army to rush forward, start the net together, and pull the net together, which really made me so tired that I was exhausted. I wanted to take a break, but his father said that I had no will to fight and made the mistake of surrenderism and hedonism."

"I had to continue to be the master's hand, and then my back pain was in my back as I fucked. I didn't care much at that time, because pulling the net consumed the arms and waist, and the master's hand could easily hurt my back."

"I went to pee when I was having a rest, but it turned out that it was dark under the moonlight..."

"I've been urinated." Xu Heng said.

Mao Haibo nodded.

A teacher named Jin Duoshui nodded and said, "I remember this. You told me that Teacher Mao Haichao's father is Mao Zhenyang, the clerk in your team."

Mao Haibo nodded again.

Wang Yi asked with concern: "What about you later?"

Mao Haibo said: "It didn't matter later. At that time, I was young and healthy and recovered quickly. Our secretary Huang Zhiwu asked me to go back and rest after seeing that I had hemaed me. He took a break in less than two days."

Wang Yi knew that this was hematuria caused by overwork, and occasionally saw it in young people who suddenly encountered a lot of work.

A classmate of him worked part-time and followed the workers to carry goods when he was in college, so this happened that he, a classmate, did not dare to practice his ancestral skills in four years in college.

Yang Chen asked strangely: "I understand why your relationship with Teacher Mao Haichao is so stiff, but something is wrong. Teacher Mao Haichao's father is a clerk. I heard you have quite powerful people. So why do I think his family's conditions are quite poor?"

Mao Haibo sighed and said, "What should we say? Our documents are not bad people, nor are they corrupt officials. He set an example and specializes in heavy work in the team, saving food and money to the five-guarantee households and funnel households in Zhouji team."

"As a result, he fell seriously ill last year, and his body was crushed by high-intensity labor. He didn't take it over and disappeared before winter."

"In this way, our team secretary sympathized with his family, so he asked Xiaochao to go to school to be a private teacher, so that he could get the money from the country. Otherwise, he would have a lot of contracts to get his two orphans and widows in his family. How could he live this life? He couldn't live it."

After hearing this, the teachers who were originally full of righteous indignation and empathized with it stopped talking.

Sun Zhengnan said: "That document is not actually targeting you, he probably really thinks you are taking advantage of the collective, he is targeting this kind of thing."

Mao Haibo lowered his head and said, "Who knows? After eating, my stomach was bloated. I went out to sautumn. Is there a dish?"

Huang Hui wanted to be a dormitory person, so he started to get in touch with everyone as soon as he came.

But he was not in good condition with Mao Haibo from the same school. After Mao Haibo finished speaking, he lay down.

Yang Chen is a good old man. After he found that there was a teacher in the dormitory, he wanted to resolve the conflict between the two parties, so he persuaded:

"Teacher Mao, let's talk about that. I want to tell you some of the old sayings. It's good to say that people die like a lamp that goes out. No, it's because people die and debts disappear, right? Your documents are gone, so you can ease the relationship between you and Teacher Xiao Mao..."

"I have no grudge against him, so I can't say that I can't ease or change the peace." Mao Haibo said listlessly.

Yang Chen smacked his lips and said, "It seems that your heart is still a little stingy. I understand. I advise you to be magnanimous and speak without any pain in your back. If I encounter these things about you, I will definitely have conflicts with the clerk's family."

Mao Haibo smiled calmly and said, "Actually not. Now there is nothing between me and Xiaochao. So, I'm going out for a walk and I'll go together."

The others were still having dinner, so he went out by himself.

After he left, Huang Hui said, "Teacher Yang, you don't need to persuade him anymore. You can't persuade him well. I know that there is really nothing between him and Mao Zhenyang. Now the problem lies with him and Teacher Mao Haichao."

"Now the country has policies to support our private teachers taking the public exam, but the quota is limited. If their school can get the quota, the production team will definitely support Teacher Mao Haichao."

"But Mr. Mao Haichao has a junior high school education, and Mr. Haibo has a complete junior high school education, but he has not been admitted to the technical secondary school and high school. He is even higher in terms of education, and he has rich teaching experience. You said that if Mr. Mao Haichao transferred to public office in the future, how could he swallow this breath, right?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized it.

Yang Chen started to suck in the cold air like a toothache.

Wang Yi looked at Huang Hui and thought silently, you are in the same school as the Mao brothers, so are you both competitors?

This braised pork meal tonight is really great, with more fatty meat and less lean meat. There is more oil, more sugar and less water in the soup:

Just think about it, a large bowl of trembling meat piled together, with a little soup in the middle and a layer of oil floating on it, which is simply a dreamy delicacy for ordinary people.

Taking this opportunity, how can the teacher who came to attend the training session for the first time not have a happy feast?

Even those teachers who have participated in the training sessions many times cannot stand the temptation of this delicious food, so they still swayed their cheeks and ate desperately.

Huang Hui was quite restrained. When he saw a few old teachers in the dormitory eating very fiercely, he reminded him in a friendly manner: "You should be more at ease. Eating too much this thing can easily hurt your appetite."

Jin Duoshui ate a bowl of meat happily, and then he drank half a bowl of lard sauce soup, and what he ate was "sweet and savory".

After eating, he wiped his mouth and smiled, "Teacher Huang is fine. I appreciate your kindness, but what I bet is that my appetite can stand this time is just a bowl of braised pork. What can I do if I eat all of it? Isn't it enough to eat less cakes?"

The other teachers behind also came back. Li Yanjing walked staggeringly. Xu Heng, who was crossing his legs, smiled and said, "Teacher Li, are you still drinking? Where can I drink?"

Li Yanjing smiled reluctantly, slowly returned to the bed, and fell directly on it.

Seeing this, Wang Yi shook his arm and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you overeating?"

This guy's stomach was already dry and shriveled, but it was already bulging, so he must have eaten well.

So he felt a little anxious, and at the same time he blamed the county No. 1 Middle School for not doing personnel.

They knew that living conditions on the outer islands were actually treated with such tricks to private teachers, which might lead to a problem.

Li Yanjing said diply: "I'm fine, Teacher Wang, I've eaten a little too much, my stomach is full. The braised pork is a little oily, which makes my head so bleak."

Mao Hai next to him whispered: "Me too. I don't dare to burp anymore. I feel that the lard is going from the stomach to the throat. The braised broth is swaying in my throat. I feel that if I burp it, I can beat the oil out."

"Try it, handle it more and see if it can help our country get rid of the hat of a poor country." Another teacher joked with a smile.

Wang Yi went back and opened her mountaineering bag and searched for it.

He knew that he had to do a little training for one month and made a lot of preparations, including some common medicines in life.

So he took some digestive medicine and distributed it to the two of them: "Take this..."

"I can't eat it anymore, I can't eat it any more." Li Yanjing waved his hands in fear.

Mao Haichao also said: "I can't stand it when I hear this word now. I'm almost overwhelmed!"

Wang Yi said: "This is a medicine! A medicine that aids digestion! If you take it, you will be better if you digest it quickly."

I heard that it was a medicine for digestion, so the two of them barely got up.

Each person divided the medicines, including mortaminol, compound digestive enzymes, etc. These medicines contain hawthorn ingredients, which tastes sweet and sour.

Mao Haichao chewed and showed a shy smile after taking it, saying, "Teacher Wang, what medicine are you doing? It's quite delicious, a bit sour and greasy."
To be continued...