After leaving his father-in-law's house, Sangbai returned to Liushu Village. There were no people in the village now, and everyone was staying in the kiln, so Sangbai went to the kiln and discussed the crops in the spring with Lu Qingyao and others.

"I'll trouble everyone about the crops." Sang Bai bowed to Lu Qingyao and others.

Lu Qingju said, "What's the matter? Everyone accepts your affection, so don't be polite to everyone."

Sang Bai smiled and asked, "How is the matter in the brickyard? Has anyone decided on the brick?"

When Lu Qingyao and others heard Sang Bai's question, they felt embarrassed.

"how?"

Sanbo was a little curious.

"There is no one except you," Lu Qingyao said with a wry smile.

"No one?"

Sang Bo was a little disbelief, he thought it was impossible.

"The price you ordered is too expensive, where can anyone afford it?" Lu Qingju said.

Sang Bai said: "It's not expensive. According to your skills, you will have to work at most forty yuan this month. It's almost the same salary level as the workers in the textile factory in the county town. Where is it expensive?"

"We are farmers, how can we compare with the people in the city?" Chen Xianfu said with a sip of smoke.

Sang Bai didn't know what to say when he heard this. The stall here had not been spread out yet. These villagers felt that they were short of people in the city. But it was no wonder. Although there were scholars, farmers, industry and commerce in all dynasties, the farmers who were slaughtered in the soil have always been the lowest class of society.

Such a situation will still exist forty years later, otherwise where would the word migrant workers come from? It is obviously not a positive word.

"We can't think so by ourselves. We are not less eye-catching than the people in the city. Forget it, let's just burn it with my bricks first," said Sang Bai.

Chen Xiangui asked, "Mr. Sang, your brick has at most one kiln. If no one comes to set this kiln, it will be stopped."

"No one from the relatives and friends of the villagers wants to buy it?"

"I can't afford it. You said last time that you said credit, but which one of the two thousand yuan bricks has the courage to credit? If this is tilted, you will suffer in the next life. Now there are still people in the village who want to wait until the work in the fields is over and continue to dig mud and build a house..." Lu Qingyao said.

Sang Bai looked disappointed when he heard this, but when he thought about it, he suddenly hoped that the villagers who had just had enough food would make such a big decision, and directly building a large tiled house seemed to be a little bit enhancing to grow.

"Forget it, let's burn six kiln bricks, I want these bricks," said Sang Bai.

Lu Qingyao and others were stunned when they heard this.

Chen Xianfu asked: "What do you want so many bricks to do? Mr. Sang, we know what you think. You can't waste your own money in vain for our life. At most two kiln bricks can build a large tile house. Do you want six kilns to build a palace and become the emperor?"

"I just want to rebel, are you following me?" Sang Bai joked.

As soon as he said this, Lu Qingyao and others were immediately scared. The cold sweat on Lu Qing's face came out. The expressions of a group of farmers were so interesting and interesting.

When Sang Bai saw it, he immediately laughed and said, "Look, you are scared. Just the people in our village have built any other things. I want bricks to build a house. Don't doubt it. When my house is built, I will make a sample for everyone. You will know what a good house is, what general buildings in the town, and what things are!"

Sang Bai has been from forty years, and his vision is naturally not something that people nowadays can compare. Nowadays, people think that tiled houses are very good. The stairs outside and the doors face the air are even more amazing.

But this thing is nothing in Sangbai's eyes. When we came to this era, no one told him that your homestead is so big, and you are not allowed to build a house by yourself, but you have to build a town together.

There are not so many rules and regulations, so Sang Bai naturally wants to build a large yard for himself, otherwise how can he get back this trip? He didn't think about building a manor, but he was also out of awe of this era.

In Sangbai's heart, good houses are naturally new Chinese style. He likes classical Chinese style gardens, but it is not realistic to build them now, and it is difficult to build or manage that kind of house, so the houses that Sangbai wants to build are new Chinese style.

In the past, I used to be like Hezhuang, and those like No. 81 Courtyard could only enjoy the pleasure of seeing things. Now I can try it. Even if it doesn’t cost much, it’s okay to imitate the appearance.

If it really doesn't work in a year, it will be divided into several years. Anyway, he doesn't have to go to work, so he has time to think about it.

I thought about beauty in my heart, but I couldn't tell these people. They didn't understand it after talking. Now they didn't even dare to build large tiled houses with bricks and tiles, saying that they were new Chinese style and new gardens.

I told them about this, and they couldn't be scared to pee their pants. They cried and shouted that they would never be able to pay tens of thousands of dollars in their lifetime. Oh, there is no common language for the time being.

"You live alone?"

Lu Qingyao thought to himself: This master's children are really a ghost. Even if they marry a wife, they only live in two. Even if they give birth to five children, they are only seven people. They have to burn seven or eight kiln bricks to build a house. Is this trying to build a house where the grandson lives?

"If you live, you have to live comfortably!"

Sang Bai was too lazy to talk to people like Lu Qingyao. It would be better to look forward to his new home in his heart than to slander them.

This matter cannot be discussed anymore. Anyway, everyone has something to do now, and it is about to be plowed in spring.

Sang Bai made a night with the brick kiln, and early the next morning, he rode back to the county town, returned to the small house for foreign trade and started preparing lessons.

It was not until the tenth day of the lunar month that the relatives of Xia Yanqiu and his family had finished transferring.

Life continued to pass, and the couple continued to stick. Anyway, there was no trouble. Life was passing quickly. As April was coming, the temperature was getting hotter and hotter, and pedestrians on the street took off their winter clothes and changed into spring clothes.

On that day, Sangbai had a meal in the foreign trade cafeteria. After washing the rice bowl, he just arrived at the door of the dormitory to open the door when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Teacher Sang!"

When Sang Bai turned around, he suddenly saw a student standing behind him, followed by a man in his early fifties. He was not tall and had silver hair, looking like a scholar.

"Qiu Wentao, have you been transferred to the Provincial Foreign Trade Bureau? All the matters have been completed? I've been back, where is Yu Zeshan?" Sang Bai asked curiously.

If you want to say this, you can catch up with it. The English night school scores of the Foreign Trade Bureau have come out, and the system has become famous, so some brothers have started to make decisions.

At the beginning, they didn’t want to poach people, they just wanted to borrow them to respond to emergency response.

The provincial foreign trade side received an American delegation, and more than 20 Americans came here. The province pieced together and found less than ten people who knew English to come to receive it.

The province means that people come from afar and we have to entertain the guests. Five or six translations are definitely not enough. As soon as the above said, I figured out a solution below, so someone mentioned that more than a dozen students here had good foreign language exams.

If you really can't find someone, you'll just be a living person. So I called Qi Bureau. Qi Bureau did not have the power to refuse. They are all leaders of the province's foreign trade. If someone's secretary calls, Qi Bureau only has a good deal.

So the Qi Bureau asked Sang Bai to select five of the best foreign languages ​​and sent them to the province.

Originally, they were just going to play a side drum, but who knew that Yu Zeshan immediately surprised these foreign guests as soon as they appeared. They came to China to listen to serious English. Suddenly they heard some languages, and some particularly interesting Chinese English were sandwiched in it, such as long                                                                                             �

This praise was amazing. After a few days, someone spread in the yard, saying that the provincial foreign trade department was preparing to transfer Yu Zeshan and the others directly over.

If this thing can be done, it will be an old saying: Knowledge changes destiny! Just relying on a small county town like Yuzeshan who wants to enter a provincial and department-level unit, it is no different from flying to the branch to be a phoenix.

I originally thought these people had flew to the branch, but now they appeared at the door of their dormitory. How wasn't it strange for Sang Bo?

"Teacher Sang, I'm back to find you something. I'll introduce you to you. This is Professor Ma from the Department of English at Dongyu University!"

"Hello, I didn't expect you to be so young." Professor Ma stretched out his hand, but he spoke authentic American English.

Sang Bai was a little confused, but the students introduced him, so Sang Bai also politely replied to Professor Ma in English.

The two of them stood at the door and tugged for almost five or six minutes, and they talked in English, almost making Sangbai feel bad.

Sangbai's English is good, but in China, two Chinese people speak English to load coins, and Sangbai is not interested at all. Toyoyu University is famous and is one of the top five brands in the country, but Sangbai is not going to go to school, so he is also upset about this bird's affairs!

"I really didn't expect that such a young man speaks English well." Professor Ma finally changed to Chinese.

"good!"

Sang Bo's face was a little unhappy.

Qiu Wentao immediately said: "Professor Ma comes here to discuss something with you."

Sang Bai didn't think much about it. Seeing Qiu Wentao blinking at him, he took the two of them into the house.

After pouring water for the two of them, Professor Ma explained his purpose.

"Publish a book?"

Sang Bo was completely confused.

Sang Bai thinks that there are people who publish books in this era? Since someone invites to publish books, is there any manuscript fee?

At this time, the theme of the times was the collective, and it was not highlighted by individuals. I never thought that there was a way to publish a book. Besides, I didn’t know how much money I could get. I would like to publish a book and then get a thirty or fifty-year-old. It would be better to lie down and sleep on a big head.

Professor Ma said: "Well, I published the book. I read Xiao Qiu's mimeographed booklets. The edited booklets are quite good. Let's say that, I gave them the booklets to the people in our teaching and research group and they all applauded... But I really didn't expect the editor to be so young..."

"I just put in less effort, most of it was made up by my master. Unfortunately, he passed away two years ago. He is a man who is not good at fame and fortune, so he doesn't let me tell you his name..."

Speaking of this, Sang Bai also showed a little sad expression. He was a little shy when he said it at first. Now he said that he was almost convinced of this lie, and almost shed two tears.

"I just don't know if there is any further information in this book?" Professor Ma said.

Sang Bai said: "Of course there are. They have only learned three volumes here, and there are three volumes left, but I only have one volume at hand."

Looking at Professor Ma's appearance, Sang Bai turned around to his room and "taked" a copy of his own book.

After holding it in his hand, Professor Ma began to look at it, clapping his hands while watching.

For Professor Ma, this textbook is really great and professional, from shallow to deep, and it is full of lifestyle, so he directly compared the current English textbooks.

"The other two volumes?"

Professor Erma finished writing it in a while. His level is much better than Sanbai. He is a person who can write works in English directly.

In terms of English attainments, Professor Ma is not something that Sang Bo, a native English speaker, can reach.

But if you learn well and want to teach well, that's another matter, just like scientists rarely produce educators.

Besides, forty years of development of English education, and more than twenty Chinese and foreign English education experts have compiled books together, if it is hard to say, Professor Ma must be lying with his eyes open.

"Those two volumes have not been sorted out yet!"

Sang Bai came from later generations. He was so smart that he could show everything to Professor Ma. The so-called professors in his era might be the beast sitting on his thighs holding a female student at the table. Sang Bai was unwilling to gamble on human nature, especially those who had just met.

Professor Ma didn't know what Sang Bo was thinking. If he knew that he would probably faint, the professor would still be shameless and had a sense of literary talent. He was far from what was called a beast forty years later.
Chapter completed!