In the evening, after the villagers of Qingliu Brigade finished their meal, some people walked to the elementary school in twos and threes.

In He Tiantian's writing tutoring class, not only a group of school-age children came to listen to the class, but also many young men and women in their twenties came to join in the fun.

There were even a few middle-aged people among them.

You’re learning a skill, and it’s free, so you’ll benefit from it if you come.

Even if you just listen to a story, it is better than wasting money on lighting lamps and boiling oil at home.

Yes, listen to the story!

He Tiantian's class is not a boring class that teaches people how to write essays.

She was able to attract so many naughty children to sit down and listen to the class, mainly because of the stories she told.

She wanted to tell children the stories she published in "Children's Literature", "Revolutionary Story Society" and other periodicals.

Especially in those fairy tales, He Tiantian built a fantasy universe of the future world, and she did not write too many fantasy things.

He just wrote the current situation of China forty years later into the story in a "sleepwalking" way, and then told it to the children, which aroused their admiration.

"Teacher, is the future really that good? Will there be robots that can do their own work?"

"Teacher, teacher, is it really possible to travel across the country with just one mobile phone?"

"What does a mobile phone look like? Is it the same as the one at the brigade headquarters?"

"Teacher He, the world in the future is so wonderful, and there is also 'Classmate Xiaoai'..."

Every time after class, a group of children would surround He Tiantian, chattering and asking.

Parents don't understand why and think that their naughty children have finally enlightened and started to learn how to study hard and work hard to make progress.

Later, some people came to the writing tutoring class to attend the class together, and then I realized why those children liked to hang around He Zhiqing so much.

Gee, children don’t like writing, they like listening to stories!

But... ahem, those stories written by He Zhiqing are indeed really nice.

The world of the future turns out to be like that.

Alas, I don’t know if I can live until that time and live such a prosperous and beautiful life.

I sighed in my heart, the adults were also interested in He Zhiqing's class.

So, just listen to storytelling.

Their Qingliu brigade is too poor, with hundreds of households, and only the brigade leader’s family has a radio.

I usually listen to the news, the radio, and tut-tut, which can fill up the yard.

However, those things on the radio are not as exciting as He Zhiqing's story.

The key is that it's incredible and magical.

Although everyone thinks it is unlikely, they still can’t help but wonder: what the future will look like!

Of course, some parents came to question He Tiantian: "He Zhiqing, we sent our children to class so that they could learn to write articles. You tell stories all day long, but you don't hand in serious things-"

These parents suspected that He Tiantian was hiding something secret.

Just like the masters in the past, they always like to hold back a hand when teaching their disciples.

He Tiantian responded with a smile: "Before you write something, you need to listen more, read more and observe more! Only when you know more can you write something!"

"The ancients said that reading a hundred times will reveal its meaning. The same is true for writing."

Parents:……

They simply don't understand what the ancients said.

However, looking at He Tiantian's sincere attitude and clear eyes, she did not feel guilty or evasive.

The parents temporarily believed her words.

"Then let's see again. If you study with him for a month or two but still can't learn anything, then we'll find someone to settle the score with!"

"What's the deal? He Zhiqing is not even a primary school teacher. He comes to class at night and doesn't charge a penny. It's all voluntary labor!"

"Yes, yes, actually, it doesn't matter even if you can't learn to write articles! If the children can listen to stories instead of running out and making mischief, it will be better than before!"

"That's right, my dog ​​Dan took a few classes with He Zhiqing. After he came back, he didn't want to run out anymore. Instead, he held a notebook and made drawings!"

"Yes! Yes! My little girl is like this too. She even tells stories to her baby, and the old lady is shocked when she hears it!"

Parents were talking a lot.

Some people question He Tiantian, but more people still trust her very much and think it is beneficial and harmless to send their children to her tutoring class.

Especially a month later, with the encouragement of He Tiantian, a naughty boy in the tutoring class actually wrote a short essay.

He Tiantian sent it directly to the newspaper for him.

Half a month later, the child's parents received a remittance note.

"Five yuan? Haha, the article written by my dog ​​Gou Sheng was published and he received five yuan in royalties!"

This parent was almost crazy with joy. He carefully took the remittance slip and showed off all the way from Liujia'ao to Qingshan Village.

In less than half a day, the entire Qingliu Brigade knew everything.

Later, the parents took the household registration book and remittance slip and ran to the county post office to collect the money.

He continued to hold a five-dollar note and showed off around the brigade headquarters.

Not to mention how envious and jealous the villagers were after hearing this.

I just want to say that the parents of the children who attended the remedial classes with Gou Sheng seemed to have been given a chicken blood injection. After returning home, they went crazy like "Chicken Babies".

There were a few parents who thought it was a waste of time for their children to listen to stories, but they were about to give up.

Now that everyone is in high spirits, why should we give up?

Keep going to class and keep listening to the stories!

Goucheng is such a naughty kid who is hated by everyone. During class, it feels like there are thorns under his buttocks and he can't sit still at all.

As a result, such a scumbag actually wrote an article, published it, and earned five yuan!

Five yuan, their family may not be able to save five yuan a month!

In fact, not only the parents were excited, but also the young men who came to join in the fun, or the older girls who secretly wanted to have close contact with their male idols, were also interested.

What the young men think is: Gou Sheng is such a little kid, he can make money from the articles he writes, and so can I!

The young girls who are full of love seem to have received a revelation: Oh, why didn't I think of it? After writing an article, I can go to He Zhiqing for one-on-one tutoring.

At that time, maybe there will be a chance to be alone together.

Let’s talk about literature, and by the way, talk about personal dreams. As we talk, maybe we can express our feelings.

Thinking of this, Liu Cuizhi quickly covered her face, feeling embarrassed to think about it any more.

However, she finally had an idea. During class, she listened carefully to He Zhiqing's story. When she got home after class, she began to formulate an article.

After staying in the writing tutoring class for nearly two months, Liu Cuizhi gained a lot of insights from He Tiantian's "story".

She knew what the outside world was like, she knew that there were cars, department stores, and overseas Chinese shops in the city, and she also knew what TVs, refrigerators, washing machines and other electrical appliances were used for...

Unconsciously, she increased her knowledge and broadened her horizons.

She still has a crush on He Zhiqing, but she also has other things in her heart.

Now, something in her heart began to sprout and blossom——

"What? Liu Cuizhi from the vice-captain's family also published an article and received fifteen yuan in royalties?"

In September, three months have passed since He Tiantian opened a writing tutoring class.

The enthusiasm for "learning" in the Qingliu Brigade had just cooled down when news came out again.

Now, not only the villagers were surprised, but even the educated youths in the educated youth spots were stimulated.

Liu Cuizhi is different from school-age children like Gou Sheng. She is almost eighteen this year and has been away from school for several years.

We are about to talk about getting married, and I don't usually study much. I just go to the tutoring class with my little sisters in the evening to listen to a story.

As a result, people can really write articles.

The deputy captain was such a serious person. After receiving the remittance order, he couldn't even close his mouth with laughter.

Liu Cuizhi’s grandfather even showed off his remittance slip everywhere.

If he hadn't used the money order to withdraw money later, he would have wanted to take this thing to his ancestor's grave and burn it, so that the ancestors of the Liu family would know——

The old Liu family finally gave birth to "Wenquxing"!

"Wen Quxing? Bah, didn't you just write an article, and you have the nerve to publicize it to the brigade!"

Liu Weihong failed to run for primary school teacher, so she had long been angry.

When she heard the noise outside, she felt very unbalanced. She hid in the room and cursed angrily.

"It is indeed a bit too much to say that she is a Wenquxing star. However, Liu Cuizhi, who has only attended elementary school for a few years, can write articles that were published in newspaper supplements, which is enough to show her talent!"
To be continued...