Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 1667 Successor

Yangjiazhuang greenhouse area.

Yang Xiaotao and Bai Jingshu came to one of the trees, and what caught their eyes was a row of women with cloth bags of various colors hanging on their chests. They squatted on the ground and carefully picked leaves.

"Teacher Yang!"

Yang Hongye, who was in charge of registration, saw Yang Xiaotao and immediately ran over with a record in his hand.

"Hongye, are you in charge here?"

Yang Xiaotao was very satisfied when he saw the first batch of students leaving the campus.

Of that group of students, all passed the assessment and were admitted to junior high school, but each person made different choices.

After all, people like Yang Hongye who entered the Academy of Agricultural Sciences are a minority, and more people are still struggling in their studies.

But one thing is certain, their future path is destined to be extraordinary.

"Well, I'm responsible for this row. Once this one is done, it'll be shed number six."

Yang Hongye raised her head and looked at Yang Xiaotao with admiration.

In her heart, Yang Xiaotao is the noble person who changed her destiny.

If he had not built a school in the village, if he had not guided them to the path of learning, if he had not sincerely helped them and opened a door for them.

They wouldn’t have everything they have today.

Perhaps, like other girls of the same age in other villages, they would carry their younger brothers and sisters on their backs and follow their parents to work in the fields.

Perhaps, after two years, they will get married, marry villagers, have children, and repeat their lives again.

So, even if Yang Xiaotao was only a teacher for a period of time, in her heart, he would be a teacher forever.

Even if she has more teachers in the future, none of them can be as good as the figure who stood on the podium and enlightened her.

Bai Jingshu, who was standing by, noticed the flash in the girl's eyes and became even more curious.

However, Yang Xiaotao's attention was all on the picked Artemisia selengensis.

"Teacher Yang, these Artemisia selengensis are growing the best. Each one has twelve or thirteen leaves. According to the plan, we need to pick two leaves from each one, so that we can do a second harvest in a week."

“When it reaches maturity, we can increase the intensity!”

Yang Hongye explained on the side, and Yang Xiaotao nodded after listening.

"How much can we pick from such a large greenhouse?"

"About twenty pounds."

Yang Xiaotao contacted Xiaowei and found that the energy loss of the Artemisia selengensis after being picked was not much, and it did not affect its own growth.

"Twenty kilograms. Five hundred greenhouses would mean ten thousand kilograms."

After Bai Jingshu finished the calculation himself, he was stunned by the number!
Ten thousand kilograms, or every week, is enough for them to produce at full capacity!

“That’s not how it’s calculated!”

Yang Xiaotao patted the dirt on his hands and said, "These 500 greenhouses were built at different times, and the plants were planted at different times."

"It would be good if there are 70 or 80 of them."

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, Yang Hongye nodded immediately, "Yes, we are the first batch to pick them this time, there are only 60 seats."

"In the future, there will be 60 to 70 trees every day, so we can keep picking them."

Bai Jingshu nodded. If calculated this way, it was in line with the current situation.

However, more than 1,200 kilograms per day can meet current demand.

While Bai Jingshu was thinking, Yang Xiaotao picked a leaf and asked, "Will this fresh leaf be better?"

After Bai Jingshu took it, he pinched it with his fingers and a ball of green appeared.

"According to the last experiment, the fresher the oil, the thicker the finished product. If we follow the previous quality, we can make more."

"That's good!"

Yang Xiaotao didn't say anything more, the pharmaceutical factory had mature technology.

There is naturally a difference between those used overseas and those used domestically.

If someone were to measure it with a spectrophotometer, there would be a clear difference.

Of course, this difference is not surprising in traditional Chinese medicine theory.

There are many factors that influence the cooking temperature, the density of the medicinal liquid, and the composition of the herbs.

What does a foreigner know?

The two left the greenhouse and walked outside.

"This little girl is good, she's a good seedling!"

Bai Jingshu was talking behind him, and Yang Xiaotao smiled, "Of course, these are the first batch of students from our village to go out!"

"It looks like she adores you!"

"I taught there for a while, when the school was first established..."

Thinking of that time, Yang Xiaotao talked about the scene at that time.

The two were talking as they walked out. On the way, many people were collecting herbs. Then people from the pharmaceutical factory came forward to weigh them, and then put them in special boxes and took them back to the pharmaceutical factory.

The pharmaceutical factory will also give a certain amount of compensation to those who collect herbs, but it’s not much, just a bar of plum blossom soap.

This thing is a hot commodity in rural areas. Many women wash their hands.
“It is their luck to be able to go to school!”

Bai Jing was talking about it, recalling her own experiences as a child, especially when she was a girl, and she felt that what Yang Xiaotao did was rare.

"It's just right. We still have some time here. I want to go to the school and take a look!"

Yang Xiaotao looked at him in surprise, and Bai Jingshu smiled, "Why, I can't go?"

"That's not it!"

"Let's go then!"

After saying that, Bai Jingshu walked towards the village first. Yang Xiaotao took a look at the scene and then followed him into the village.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the east end of the village and looked at the school protected by the wall from afar.

Now, the school is getting bigger and bigger, with more and more students. This wall was also temporarily built by the villagers a few years ago.

After all, there were a group of children inside. If they ran away without any shelter, it would be difficult to explain to their family.

The two arrived at the school gate, and two old men from the village were guarding the gate.

This was originally my grandfather's job, but now his focus is on the greenhouse, so he had to ask the elderly in the village to come over and help look after it.

Although these old people are not young, they are in good health. When they go to the fields to harvest wheat in the summer, they are faster than young men.

"Master Sun, Master Liu, you two are busy."

When Yang Xiaotao approached, he saw two men lying on the ground with four big sticks, one using a stone and the other using a stick, fighting to a standstill.

"Xiao Tao, have you finished the work ahead?"

The Sixth Master looked up, glanced at Bai Jingshu, and then asked Yang Xiaotao.

In his eyes, this woman should be Yang Xiaotao's follower.

Just like Lou Xiaoe who came earlier.

At that time he thought he was some high-ranking official, but after hearing what Yang Dazhuang said, he blushed.

Later he realized that there were few people around Yang Xiaotao who had a higher status than him.

So just talk to Yang Xiaotao.

"It's almost done. Everyone help, it will be done quickly."

"Are you here to see Teacher Ran?"

Grandpa Sun asked from the side, and ignored Bai Jingshu who was standing beside him.

"I just came to check on you. I haven't been here for a long time. How's school going?"

Yang Xiaotao took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, gave them to the two men, and then took out a lighter to light them.

Bai Jingshu stood at the door and looked at the school without any hurry.

"Well, that's very good."

Looking at the Qunying in Yang Xiaotao's hand, both of them smiled and enjoyed the stimulation brought by the cigarette.

"Our school is bigger than any other in town, so people from the surrounding villages try their best to get in."

"You don't know, even some people in the town are asking how they can go to school in the village."

Sixth Master said proudly, while Grandpa Sun beside him smoked carefully, showing a meaningful smile, "Do you know the Malan flower in our village?"

After hearing what Grandpa Sun said, Yang Xiaotao actually had some impression.

After all, 70% to 80% of the people in Yangjiazhuang are surnamed Yang, and there are not many people surnamed Ma among the outsiders.

He knew this Malanhua clearly. She was four or five years older than him. She later married and worked at the grain management office in the town, where her life was much better than in the village.

It's my mother's family in the village. Because they take care of me, my life is not bad.

This caused a sensation at the time and became a role model for many rural girls.

The effect would be only slightly worse than if Qin Huairu married into the city.

Of course, he lived a good life in his last days and it is said that his family was happy.

"A while ago, he came back with his child, and he lay down at the door of Old Ma's house, crying."

"They said the child couldn't go to school, so my husband's family wouldn't let me go back, and it caused a lot of chaos."

The Sixth Master also sneered at the side, "She hasn't come back in all these years since she got married. Old Ma was sick in bed for two months, but she didn't come back to take care of him. This girl is wasted."

"Yes, there is also Yang Shuigen's family."

"You two continue, I'll go in and take a look."

Seeing that the two were still gossiping about the village, Yang Xiaotao quickly said something and then walked into the school.

Of course, he put the half pack of Qun Ying in his hand aside when he left. As for how the two of them divided it, it was none of his business.

"I didn't expect that when this man starts gossiping, he has nothing to do with women."

"Wrong, it's the old man!"

Yang Xiaotao opened his mouth to correct him. Bai Jingshu smiled and then saw Yang Xiaotao walking towards a room.

"Teacher Li."

When he arrived at the office, Yang Xiaotao saw quite a few people in the room, some talking and laughing, and some preparing lessons.

These are the students in the school.

Then Yang Xiaotao saw Li Lanxin next to him.

"Teacher Yang, you are here."

When Li Lanxin saw Yang Xiaotao, she hurried forward to greet him.

She is considered a veteran and meritorious figure in the school. After marrying Liu Yonghui last year, she soon had a child.

The two of them took root in Yangjiazhuang. Later, due to changes in the city, the school had a surplus of teachers. In addition, Ran Qiuye's task was changed, so Liu Yonghui became the school principal, and she also worked part-time as the director of education.

"What are you busy with?"

"Hi, I'm just preparing for class. I'll be there soon. Are you here to take a look?"

"Yes, come over here and take a walk. It feels like a lot has changed."

"Yes, now our school is getting bigger and bigger, there are more children, more teachers, and it is more formal."

Li Lanxin introduced them with a smile, and then shouted to the young men and women in the room, "Dear teachers, let me introduce you, this is Yang Xiaotao, Teacher Yang, and also the builder of our school."

After greeting everyone, Yang Xiaotao went to visit the school under the guidance of Li Lanxin.

Bai Jingshu followed behind throughout the whole process, watching quietly and listening attentively.

The teachers and children he met all looked at Yang Xiaotao with an indescribable feeling, just like the elders at home looking at the portrait of a great man on the wall, with admiration and gratitude.

"You must be a qualified successor to society and take good care of the red scarf in your hands."

The three of them walked to the outside of a classroom and looked inside through the window. They saw a female teacher at the podium holding a red scarf in both hands, and the children sitting below were concentrating intently.

Yang Xiaotao took a look and saw the wooden sign at the door read Class 2, Grade 3.

At this time, the female teacher was holding the red scarf in both hands, and a group of children below also placed the red scarves on the table.

"Students, the red scarf in our hands represents a corner of the red flag, which is borne by the blood of revolutionary martyrs."

"In fact, the red scarf not only represents the corner of the red flag and the blood of the martyrs, but also symbolizes that we, the Young Pioneers, must devote ourselves wholeheartedly to the revolutionary cause and become qualified successors."

"Now, I will show you how to wear the red scarf in layers. Everyone must listen carefully and learn well, and don't make any mistakes."

"This red scarf has three folds, one to honor the martyrs, the second to honor the motherland, and the third to honor the future."

The three of them stood at the door, watching and listening quietly.

Look at the children folding them carefully, and then wearing them around their necks under the teacher's guidance. Some are clumsy, some make mistakes, but each one of them is very serious.

(End of this chapter)