Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

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On Monday, He Yuzhu rushed to the night school after get off work.

The school bell just rang, and the classroom was already full of people. They all seemed to be old masters who had worked in the factory for many years.

Looking around, the youngest one is myself.

"Good evening, everybody!"

"Hello teacher!"

The students stood up and bowed to the teacher.

He Yuzhu looked back and did not see the figure in Liu Hai.

I felt strange in my heart, didn’t Liu Haizhong also sign up? Why didn't you come? You won't be late for the first class.

"Please sit down."

After saying this, Teacher Wang from the night school turned around and wrote on the blackboard: The first lesson of school.

"Today is the first class for our third class. We will not talk about the content in the books for now. We will mainly talk to you about your understanding of culture. Everyone can speak freely and raise your hands before speaking."

There was an older male student in the corner who raised his hand first.

"Please say."

"I think culture! It means that after we learn it, we will no longer be illiterate!"

The classroom burst into laughter.

"Everyone be quiet."

Teacher Wang organized the order and said: "This classmate said it very well. In the old society, the citizens of our country did not have enough food and clothing, let alone study and school. If everyone is illiterate, they will be literate. But there are no moral people who oppress us. Now that the new society has been built, the country has made a lot of efforts to help us get rid of our illiterate status. All of this..."

"Let me in! Classes have started and I'm already late!"

Before Teacher Wang finished speaking, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

He Yuzhu followed the sound and looked over.

It turned out to be someone from the security department who looked like Liu Haizhong.

The people from the security department held him back and refused to let him enter the classroom.

Liu Haizhong argued: "I told you, I'm a student of this school. I'm here for class, why do you always stop me?"

"I have a list of all the students who come to night school, and your name is not there at all. You said you didn't sign up if you didn't sign up, so why lie?"

People from the security department blocked the door and refused to let Liu Haizhong in.

The two people stood at the door and argued with each other, their faces red and their necks thick.

Teacher Wang's class could not continue because of their sudden intrusion.

He quickly walked off the stage to the door and asked what was going on.

"This gay man said that he came to night school, but his name was not on the list. How can someone who has not signed up be allowed in? Do you think he is Teacher Wang?"

"I told you I signed up, I signed up. Why do you keep saying I didn't sign up?"

"You said you signed up, so why is your name not on the list?"

"Then you must have made a mistake. If you don't believe it, you can ask the leaders of our steel rolling mill!"

"Why am I asking your leader? I don't recognize the leader, I recognize the list!"

"You, comrade, are really..."

Liu Hai pointed an angry finger at the person in the security department, just about to give him a slap in the face.

He was stopped by Teacher Wang.

"Okay, don't argue. There may be an error in the list of the Security Office. So, comrade, are you sure you are notifying my class when you come to class?"

"That's right, the third term."

"Okay, let me check the roster for you first to confirm, okay?"

Teacher Wang walked to the podium with a bang, looked at the roster and asked Liu Haizhong's name.

I checked three times but his name was nowhere to be found.

Liu Haizhong was stunned at the time.

"How could it be? I obviously applied to the Human Resources Department of our factory. After I signed up, they notified me to come to this class!"

Bangzhong was sweating anxiously, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he happened to see He Yuzhu in the classroom.

He quickly asked He Yuzhu to prove it to him: "He Yuzhu, he, he is from our factory and from the same compound as me. He knows it. I told him in the compound last week that I successfully registered."

"He Yuzhu, do you know the situation of Comrade Liu Haizhong?"

He Yuzhu was helpless.

I was sitting in the teacher's seat, and I was even carried away by someone.

He had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Comrade Liu Haizhong did tell our neighbor that he signed up for night school. But I don't know why his name is not on the roster."

"Look!"

Liu Haizhong clapped his hands and said, "I'm just saying you made a mistake, right? I must be in this class! Someone has proven it to me, but you still won't let me in?"

"Comrade Liu Haizhong, it's useless for someone to give you proof. Your name is not on the roster, and there is no place for you in this classroom. Otherwise, if you see this, you can go to the personnel department of your factory and ask. What's the situation? If we really made a mistake, we will let you come to class even if we add an extra seat."

Teacher Wang didn't want to tangle with him anymore, it was really delaying class.

"Teacher Wang is right! It's useless for you to argue here, and it will also delay other people's classes. Just go back and ask clearly before talking."

People from the security department also echoed.

Liu Haizhong looked into the classroom and saw that everyone was frowning because he delayed class.

He didn't want to offend the people in his circle before he finished his studies, so he had no choice but to agree to this method.

After the storm subsided, Teacher Wang continued his class.

"Sorry, I wasted everyone's time just now. Let's continue the topic now. Tell us about your understanding of culture. Classmate He Yuzhu, please tell me."

He Yuzhu pointed to himself.

Feeling helpless, I was called out again.

He stood up and said: "I think culture is a kind of inheritance."

"inherited?"

Teacher Wang asked back.

The students in the audience were all talking.

"That's right. I think culture is a kind of historical inheritance. It includes more than just literacy. It includes all the civilization accumulated by our Chinese for thousands of years. Including our Chinese customs and habits, the blood and tears of our predecessors The lessons learned are for us to learn from the past and use the past to create a new future.”

"Well said!"

Teacher Wang just finished speaking.

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

At this time a discordant voice appeared.

"I have a different opinion!"

He Yuzhu looked at the person who spoke.

He is all fleshy, has a short head, and is not too old, probably around twenty years old.

He noticed that the man was wearing the uniform of the machine shop next door.

"This classmate, what is your name?"

Teacher Wang asked while looking at the roster.

"My name is Liu Fugui, and I am a front-line worker in a machinery factory. I think Comrade He Yuzhu is wrong. He said that culture is more than just literacy. But I think it is actually about letting us understand literacy! What inheritance and transformation are related to us? It doesn’t matter! As workers like us, as long as we can read the instructions and know how to work, that’s all. The rest has nothing to do with us, don’t you think so, everyone!”

After saying that, Liu Fugui looked at He Yuzhu with an extremely provocative look.