Reborn 1980, she loves her husband so much that she goes crazy

"Library?" The principal thought for a while: "It's not that we haven't thought about it, but the key problem is that we don't have that many books in hand now!"

Tang Ximian nodded: "There are still children in the school who have just started to learn to read, so we should buy some short-format books first this time. Principal, leave this matter to us. Once you have bought it, we will send it to you!"

Chu Jiangchuan remembered that Tang Ximian had copied novel manuscripts before, and after thinking for a while he asked, "Do you think we can hand-copy, like that kind of good book, with small print, and let the school release the hand-copied copies?"

"Okay! Or you can ask students to write it and help them supplement their family income!" The principal suddenly slapped his head: "Then let's go to the library to borrow books next time!"

There may not be books elsewhere, but the city library must have them.

"Then I'll go back and sort out some short stories and make them into handwritten manuscripts!" People at this time were not so particular. Their time and opportunities were limited, so once there were good resources, they must seize them.

After bidding farewell to the principal, Tang Ximian also waited until the children finished class.

There was nothing to play in the school. Everyone gathered together in twos and threes to play hopscotch and fight cocks. Seeing these children holding their legs and jumping on one leg, she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

The things to play are still a bit monotonous!

It was during the summer vacation, but the children still came here every afternoon for half-day classes to review old knowledge and preview new knowledge.

This is what Tang Ximian said before, you must be careful with the children, and the more you pay, the more you will get in return.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Lin Minglei rushed over happily when he saw an acquaintance.

"Let's see how you are studying!" Chu Jiangchuan patted Lin Minglei on the shoulder: "Is it okay to study here?"

Lin Minglei nodded vigorously: "That's great! Others are envious of us for having such a good school!"

Facing the shy or curious looks of the children, Tang Ximian smiled: "Jiangchuan, I think we should improve the equipment for physical education class!"

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want!" Chu Jiangchuan looked at the bright and clean school, and looked at Tang Ximian with gratitude in his eyes.

This village has become more and more attractive because of her!

"Teacher Ma, what are you looking at?" Seeing that Ma Xingyun was still in a daze, Zhao Xiaoxing patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, it's the last class!"

Ma Xingyun nodded: "Chu Jiangchuan's fate is really beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

With such a general understanding of the woman, whoever she marries will be lucky!

When I got home, the sun was already setting. After dinner, Tang Ximian came back with her child in her arms.

After learning about their support and plans for the school, the old lady also expressed her support: "Okay! As long as it is good for the children, anything is fine!"

The old man had money, and Tang Ximian and the others gave him five hundred when they went back, saying it was to make some contribution to the children here.

Tang Ximian was helpless, but this was all from his heart, and he had to accept it.

After Lin Zhiguo learned about this incident, he was even more supportive. He called everyone in the village who knew how to read and could write together, and used a loudspeaker to talk about the matter. Everyone was willing to donate money, and those who had no money could also donate. You can help, and children will be paid if they come to copy the words.

Fifty cents a book.

What concept?

Three pounds of white rice, one pound of oil, and lots and lots of creamy ice cream!

Especially for children in senior grades, those with beautiful handwriting are more popular. Lin Minglei and Zhang Yuena, a girl from the same village, are the first to be affected. One is good at writing, and the other is good and fast!

"Why can't I go!" Chao Chao, the little bully in the village, was crying and shouting now.

Chaoyue's mother advised: "What are you doing? Everyone's handwriting is beautiful. Can't it just wait until you practice your handwriting? Tell me, why are you crying!"

Tang Ximian was passing by his house, but she didn't expect to hear Chaoyue getting angry, so she opened the door and said, "Chaoyue!"

"Auntie!"

Beyond being 11 years old this year, it’s the time when I want to be strong and lose face, my eyes are so red: “Auntie, they all say my handwriting is ugly!”

Chaoyue's mother hurriedly walked over: "Mianmian is here? Come in quickly! Oh, you have to help me persuade this child! Really, I have to go!"

"Chaoyue, please write some of your handwriting for me to see!" Tang Ximian handed Chaoyue a branch.

Although the child did write very carefully, the font is still flat and somewhat falling apart, which is not suitable for copying.

Tang Ximian reached for Chaoyue's book, flipped through it twice, and then picked up his draft book to look at it.

This is yellow straw paper that is sometimes used at home to wipe the buttocks, but it is still very common for children to write and draw.

"Did you draw this?" Chaoyue knew that there was no hope for him when he saw that Tang Ximian didn't confirm him immediately. He said "hmm" with a hesitant voice, "I just want to make some money for my family..."

"This is a very good drawing! Let's do this. I've come up with a few stories at short notice. Can you draw a comic strip for me based on the stories I wrote?"

Chaoyue's eyes lit up: "I, can I do it? I've seen it before, but I've never painted it!"

"Then do you know what it looks like?"

"Know!"

"Then try!"

Tang Ximian could tell that the pictures in the little book that the child drew casually were all based on the drawings, but the lines were very smooth!

Tang Ximian took the pencil, rolled her eyes and wrote a line: "This little rabbit is called Guaiguai, but she is not obedient at all. She went to the mountain to pull radishes and came back covered in mud and grass."

"are these all?"

"Well, can you draw what this rabbit looks like now?"

Tang Ximian wanted to see how much imagination this child had.

Chao Chao bit his pencil and thought for a while, then started drawing directly.

"He is not very good at studies. He only knows how to draw and is pretty good at it. But how can drawing be a serious job?"

"Sister-in-law, don't say that. If a child wants to do something well, he will definitely be successful. Interest is the best teacher. Just like if I don't like something, then no matter how good you say it, I don't want to learn it! Beyond the ability If you have your own hobbies, at least you have a choice for future development!"

Chaoyue glanced at Tang Ximian gratefully, lowered his head and continued painting.

Fifteen minutes later, a cartoon bunny appeared on the page. It was dirty, covered in grass and mud, carrying a carrot behind its back, and its hair was even stuck together with mud.

very good!

Tang Ximian was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to draw so well! Let's do this. I'll go back and write a few stories for you now. You can draw them all into pictures and then bind them, okay?"

"Then do I have money to take it?" Chaoyue looked at his mother and then at Tang Ximian, and said cautiously: "I only need thirty cents a day... My dad is not feeling well recently, and I want to supplement the family income... Aunt, what do you say? Can anyone like my painting?"

Tang Ximian ripped the little rabbit off and took it away: "I don't know about others, but I like it very much! It's fifty cents a day, come on!"