Siting Village Primary School in Guangde County.

When it was almost time for school, the small kitchen in the school was filled with smoke from the rain and fog.

After a short while, the old village chief entered the classroom with a steaming bun with a bamboo plaque.

No matter how big or small the children in the two classes were all stunned in their seats and kept silent.

Looking at the white and fat buns in the big round plaque, everyone was swallowing their saliva.

Not to mention white bread on weekdays, I can’t even eat white bread steamed buns a few times.

The child who had been frozen for a day originally thought that the small bowl of wheat milk essence in the morning was the happiest moment today.

Unexpectedly, the old village chief actually brought a bun like a bamboo plaque!

A few brave children shouted out happily:

"Grandpa, are you here for us to eat?"

"Is this also brought by the new teacher?"

"It must be that they bought it from the county just now."

At this moment, let alone I haven't seen a child with meat for a long time.

Even Zhu Qianjin's eyes were already curled.

"Yes, this is what the reporters and teachers bring to you."

The old village chief nodded and said, "Come on, each person, eat buns while it's hot!"

"Yes, yes," Ding Lingling also smiled from the side, "Don't be standing there, come and eat buns!"

“Oh~~”

"That's great~"

This call is nothing but a big deal, and all the children in the two classes gathered around.

Oil stains, big white buns with fine beans and sweet sand, holding them with both hands and biting them.

I don’t have to exchange any gold ingots.

At this time, Ding Lingling suddenly said something off topic:

"After students in the fourth and fifth graders finish eating the buns, remember to hand in a composition tomorrow!"

When he heard this, Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who had been smiling all the time, looked at her with his mouth.

“Okay~”

"I understand, teacher."

What he didn't expect was that the children not only didn't feel disappointed, but also were all happy like something.

"That's right,"

Jiang Zhuangzhuang whispered to Ding Lingling:

"If these kids can eat buns every day, let alone compositions, they will probably be able to write novels."

"Do you think I really let them write essays,"

Ding Lingling gave the other party a blank look:

"I want to bring all their compositions back and pick a few paragraphs to publish them in the newspaper so that more readers can see them."

"Don't say, this proposal is good,"

After Xiao Ding reminded him, Jiang Zhuangzhuang quickly lifted the camera:

"I have to take some photos, too."

At this moment, Jiangshan, who was next door accompanying Zhu Quanneng to change glass, was also holding up the camera.

"Done,"

After taking pictures of the broken glass, he waved his hand: "Omnipotent, now you can change the glass."

...

I haven't used this operation for a long time.

This time I had the opportunity to live in the village chief’s house, and Ding Lingling was quite excited to see him.

After nightfall, Comrade Jiangshan, who could not sleep no matter how hard he put on his clothes and left the door.

Seeing that the light in a room was quite bright, I walked over directly.

"Village Chief, have you slept?"

"It's Comrade Jiangshan, I haven't inserted the door."

Jiangshan opened the door and looked: "Wow, you guys didn't even sleep."

The house is covered with bamboo strips and semi-finished products.

The village chief, the village chief’s wife, two sons and one daughter-in-law are all working overtime.

"There will be a market in the town tomorrow. I want to take this opportunity to weave more bamboo baskets and sell them, so as to exchange them for some New Year's goods."

When Jiangshan heard this, he found that the old village chief worked hard for the school for a day, which delayed the handicrafts at home.

"You..."

He picked up a small bamboo basket and looked at it: "It should be considered a small workshop."

The village chief was shocked when he heard this: "I dare not say that, this is just an ancestral dining skill.

It’s not uncommon to do this in our village. If you don’t believe it, go and take a look at it. It’s guaranteed that we’re weaving baskets at this time.”

"Hey, what are you afraid of?"

Jiangshan squatted aside and looked carefully:

"Now the government is advocating the people to get rich. If you can bring the whole village to get rid of poverty and become rich with this skill, it would be too late for the government to praise you."

"really?"

Zhu Qianjin was happy first, then waved his hand: "It's okay to rely on this thing to supplement the household income, so don't think about getting rich."

At this moment, Zhu Quanneng, who was sitting in a bunch of baskets, also said:

"You don't know Jiangshan. Our area is full of bamboo forests in Lianshan.

There are several families in each village that weave baskets, and it is not easy to sell if there are too many things."

While speaking, Zhu Quanneng took a few dark green bamboo strips and weaved the word "Fu" outside the light yellow basket.

“This is interesting,”

Jiangshan couldn't stand these tricks: "How did you do it?"

After teaching it several times, I finally gave up.

The main reason is that I don’t want to delay others’ progress.

But Zhu Quanneng weaves the next few baskets under Comrade Jiangshan’s suggestion:

"Fu is coming", "Happiness is coming", "Gathering basket", "Gathering basket", "Gathering basket", "Family happiness" and other auspicious words.

"Can this work?"

Zhu Qianjin stretched his neck and looked at it, frowned and asked, "We usually make up blessings, longevity, etc., you..."

"The old village chief is fine," Jiangshan smiled:

"Aren't these all good things? If I can't sell them at that time, I'll pack them all together..."

...

The next day, Jiangshan, who could not stay anywhere, drove the village chief’s baskets and baskets to the town in a car.

When I arrived at the market, I saw several basket sellers as the old village chief said.

"You guys are here to sell first," Jiangshan pointed forward: "I'll go to the post office to make a call."

"Brother, if you have something to do, go there."

Zhu Quanneng smiled all over his face, but it was the first time he had transported the basket without much effort:

"If something happens here, just call us."

"fine,"

Jiangshan waved his hand: "What can I do if I make a phone call?"

...

Jiangshan, who had called for almost half an hour, was stunned by the toll collector in the post office.

This way of killing a year's salary with just one phone call really opened her eyes.

Not to mention her, Jiangshan was also scared when he paid: "It seems that next time, I will really be short-speaking."
To be continued...