Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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The afternoon sun shone brightly in the office.

The gratifying Clivia is swaying its branches and leaves, hiding in the north corner of the desk. Under the shadow of the room, there are two thermos bottles, one red and one green, as well as a washbasin stand and a washbasin.

In the era when there was no private water supply in the office, having a clean washbasin and a thermos bottle, combined with manual water supply, was almost the most luxurious enjoyment. Zhongnanhai is no different.

Sitting in such an office, Lao Feng gained three points of momentum out of thin air.

He told Yang Rui that he was determined to win, and said earnestly: "Our textbook compilation team is appointed by the provincial department to supplement the new textbooks compiled by the central government. The administrative level is high, and personnel and funds are given priority. You seconded Yang Rui to me, Not only let him give full play to his abilities, but also help us better complete the tasks assigned by our superiors. After two or three years, our textbooks are completed, and we will reward them for their merits. No matter what, we can give them a bright future. You strong Let him stay in the village, after two years, he will still be the same, why bother?"

Zhao Dannian smiled wryly: "It's not that I won't give it to you, it's that I can't give it to you."

"Old Zhao! I know you regard Xibao Middle School as your son, but you can't delay other people's sons. You can just make jokes about other things. You have to listen to me about this matter." Lao Feng's tone suddenly changed. Strict, suddenly gentle, obviously he has grasped Zhao Dannian's taste, and knows how to deal with this veteran cynic.

Zhao Dannian said helplessly, "I know."

"You don't know—what a great opportunity this is." Lao Feng sighed.

The era is an era that cherishes talents and values ​​talents.

The lower the level, the more important the talents are. In this, there are not only competitions for the interests of departments, but also many ideas of cherishing talents for the country.

Although in the eyes of many people in later generations, "serving the party, the country and the people wholeheartedly" is as unreliable as "drinking water with affection", but in the era, there were indeed countless people who practiced it with their bodies.

Being able to publish articles in newspapers and magazines is a symbol of talent. There are many celebrities and officials in later generations who completed their initial leap because of an article, a poem, or a letter.

In order to persuade Zhao Dannian, Lao Feng simply took out several magazines from the bookshelf, dug out Yang Rui's articles one by one, and pointed them to Zhao Dannian.

He really likes the articles written by Yang Rui.

here,

There are not only papers copied by Yang Rui, but also half-copied and half-revised articles by him, and two or three articles written purely by himself.

Having worked as a tutor for several years, Yang Rui actually had various thoughts and ideas long ago. He wanted to write them out and publish them, but the academic journals of later generations are boring. Even the "page fee" ranging from several thousand yuan, for those with a slightly higher level, you have to rely on people to make connections or even pay bribes. As a young man in a private company, Yang Rui is really powerless for such a complicated project.

Going back to the era, the inherent obstacles have disappeared, and new obstacles have not yet been born. For researchers, it is really a wonderful era.

Yang Rui couldn't help adding two works that really belonged to him in the copied article.

In terms of people's research on the college entrance examination at this time, his ideas and expositions are quite valuable, and it is normal for them to be published.

In the eyes of Lao Feng, the person who published so many articles at once must be a person with a story, and he said with sympathy: "You have to pay attention to it, even if Yang Rui doesn't understand, you have to understand and persuade He, tell him, now is the reform and opening up, and the times are different. From now on, no one will say that the more knowledge you have, the more you will oppose it. On the contrary, we will protect talents, respect talents, and value talents... In fact, this comrade should I also know it. Look, so many articles are concentrated and listed. It is estimated that he has accumulated over the years. Is it the so-called thick and thin? People have not given up their studies and education for so many years, so we have the responsibility and obligation. Give this comrade an explanation."

He obviously regarded Yang Rui as an intellectual who persisted in striving and learning during the movement.

Even though the movement has been over for several years, people who have gone through that era are still very careful about what is written.

There are many intellectuals who have been silent for several years before poking their heads out. Not everyone has a rough nerve and jumps for joy when they hear the clarion call of reform.

Old Feng was also a person who stood up again after being knocked down. He had special sympathy for people like "Yang Rui", and asked very seriously, "What is his establishment now? Does he have a job?"

Zhao Dannian was still in shock, and murmured: "There is no way."

"No establishment? Still a substitute teacher? Then you still don't let him go? What a nonsense!" Lao Feng raised his voice, stood up, took two quick steps, waved his hand again, and said slowly: "I don't blame you, either. There are many comrades who have gone down these years, and the work to be rescheduled is also very heavy. Look at this, I will figure out a way to organize, you send me the people first, don't delay any more, let such an outstanding talent waste their youth, yes Our mistake is also the loss of the country..."

Zhao Dannian's immunity was extremely strong, so he asked without answering, "All these were written by Yang Rui alone?"

"It's all signed by one author... Most of them are middle school education research, and there is also a little literature, mainly science popularization and science fiction." Lao Feng didn't read magazines such as "Science Pictorial" carefully, and "Middle School Student Herald" and other journals carry The academic nature deserves more attention.

Zhao Dannian read a few short articles in disbelief, and carefully read the signature on them, and did not speak for a long time.

Lao Feng urged again and again.

Only then did Zhao Dannian slowly say: "Yang Rui, I know one, but it's not a teacher in our school."

"What do you mean? Did he sign it wrong or something?"

"You didn't understand what I meant. If the Yang Rui you're talking about is the one I know, he's not a teacher in our school, but he might be a student." Zhao Dannian said it in one breath. If he hadn't been forced so hard, he would at least have to go back to school to confirm before admitting the fact that Yang Rui is a student of this school.

Old Feng rubbed his ears and repeated: "Student? How old is the student?"

"Ten* years old, a student in the furnace class." Zhao Dannian recalled the chat with Yang Rui, and said: "Maybe twenty one or two years old, if you go to school early."

"you sure?"

"How can I be sure about that?" Zhao Dannian lay on the sofa for half a year, with a look of helplessness, and said, "Anyway, there is only Yang Rui in our West Fort Middle School."

Lao Feng couldn't be sure now, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be... really a mistake?"

Zhao Dannian touched his nose unnaturally, and pretended to drink tea.

Lao Feng had known him for a long time, and when he saw this guy's appearance, he immediately came to his senses: "Do you have anything to say?"

"said."

"Then say it again."

"You old bastard!" Zhao Dannian looked like a red guard.

Old Feng was unmoved and urged even more.

Zhao Dannian said: "Do you remember when I came in and asked you if there were any new internal exercises or materials in the province?"

"Huh? I answered. Everyone is busy preparing the supporting materials for the new textbooks now. How can there be time to publish the exercises of the old textbooks?" Lao Feng was talking about the new textbooks released this year, which will accompany him for a long time.

"It's not a set of old textbooks, it's...how should I put it, it's a whole set of new things..." Zhao Dannian shook his head and said, "What I mean by telling you this is that it was made by Yang Rui."

Old Feng didn't understand: "Which Yang Rui is this?"

"Where are there so many Yang Rui, we only have this one in Xibao Middle School, student Yang Rui."

"Oh...oh! You mean, this student, Yang Rui, made a set of textbooks by himself?" Lao Feng finally came to his senses, and quickly asked, "What's the question?"

Zhao Dannian took out a few papers from his briefcase. These were the first batch to be printed, using the school's paper and mimeograph machine. According to his request, Yang Rui sent them over.

As for what happened in the last few days, Zhao Dannian himself is completely unaware of it.

Lao Feng glanced at the past, and soon fell into a strange mood, as if...something that he had imagined for a long time suddenly exploded in his brain in a way that was closer to his own thinking.

For a young man, this feeling of knowing what he wants better than himself is too new, too addicting, too unbelievable.

"Call this... No, I'm going to see this Yang Rui!" Lao Feng hastily put away the newspapers on the coffee table, as if he was going to leave immediately, then suddenly stopped in his tracks and slapped his forehead: "Bad Already!"

"Broken? What's the matter? Can you not be surprised?"

"It's broken, it's broken..." Lao Feng patted his forehead and walked around the office twice without stopping.

"Talk about things, talk about things..." Zhao Dannian held him back.

Old Feng shook his head: "Do you still remember Huang Weiping?"

"Why don't you remember? It's so weird. When we returned to our hometown two years ago, we drank together. Didn't he go back to the capital and enter some kind of office? That kid is highly educated and lucky. What's wrong with him?"

"He called yesterday and asked about Yang Rui."

"what?"

Old Feng sighed, and said: "Because the signature is from Hedong Province, I asked me if I knew this person, and I said no, but..."

"But what? Did you say it once?"

"I told my guess."

"What speculation?" Zhao Dannian actually guessed something, and he didn't even want to ask.

Lao Feng slapped his forehead: "Think about it, so many articles come out all at once, and they are all very mature ideas... I thought at the time, if this is not a teacher who has been working on the front line all the year round, if it is not a scholar who has been studying education for a long time , since it is your Lao Zhao's Xibao Middle School, and Huang Weiping is asking, I will say a little bit of my guess, which can be regarded as two good words."

Zhao Dannian's face turned green: "What good things did you say?"

"I just said..." Lao Feng said in a low voice: "I just said that he is probably an educator who has not been rehabilitated, and is an educator who has continued to study and study for a long time. Otherwise, it is impossible to write such a level, it is impossible to write such a large number of high-quality articles..."

"Old Feng, old Feng..." Zhao Dannian, with smoke coming from his nose, stood up and pointed at him, tapped his hand again and again, and scolded: "Why do you guess? Don't you know to call me?"

"You have the nerve to say, nine times out of ten times out of ten times out of ten times you get a different call from that broken phone in your school."

"Can't you wait?" Zhao Dannian's voice jumped up and down.

Old Feng also had blue veins on his forehead, but he softened after hearing Zhao Dannian's words, and said in a low voice, "Huang Weiping is in a hurry to ask, I can't wait."

Zhao Dannian also calmed down a bit, and said curiously, "Quickly asking? Why is he so anxious about this?"

Old Feng lowered his head: "Huang Weiping said that he was in a meeting, and someone took out the two articles written by Yang Rui, as a model, and said it at the meeting. If the participants are curious, let's ask the author's thoughts."

Zhao Dannian said sensitively, "What happened?"

"I didn't ask, maybe it's about the new textbooks, maybe it's a retreat on the education front..."

Zhao Dannian was taken aback: "Central?"

"Otherwise. I thought at the time that the opportunity is rare. Let's say something nice. This Yang Rui may save a lot of detours and help him regain some time. I never thought he was a student, how could he be a student!" Old Feng Clap your hands straight.

Zhao Dannian was speechless. It took him a long time to sit up and said, "Why don't you call Huang Weiping again? Explain?"

"What are you talking about? Yesterday's meeting must be over by now. It's not Huang Weiping who wants to know who to listen to. Besides, it's unclear whether this Yang Rui is this Yang Rui." Old Feng's mind was in a mess.

"Maybe someone at the meeting was curious and just asked, and it's over."

"Maybe."

The two can only comfort each other. However, they all knew in their hearts that they could casually be curious in the middle of the meeting,