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Several people glanced at Fang Chen sarcastically, looked back disdainfully, and continued their meal chat.

"Teacher Yang, how do you know she was born in 62?" Wang Yunxia asked in a lowered voice. This is not to blame for her curiosity, both of them were transferred to the academy from outside units. Yang Mingquan has just been transferred to the college for two or three years, and Wang Yunxia has been transferred here for nearly ten years. How come she doesn't know about it but Yang Mingquan knows everything?

"Hey, this is not easy. Let me ask you, what is your job number?" Yang Mingquan asked without answering.

Wang Yunxia answered without hesitation: "Yeah".

"So, you were born in 75!" Chen Gaofeng said with a smile.

"Oh, it turns out it was based on her job number." Wang Yunxia suddenly realized and muttered, "Why didn't I think of that?"

"It's not that I didn't expect it, it's that I didn't notice it. Many people didn't notice it!" Yang Mingquan smiled. As soon as she came to the college, she found the job number list of the department and some important departments and studied it carefully. So we know that the first two digits of the school staff employee number are the employee's year of birth. Moreover, she also asked the human resources department, and it was indeed the case, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"So, I particularly admire Sister Mingquan, who pays special attention to details. The famous saying that details determine success or failure refers to me, Sister Mingquan!" Wan Fangfang said coquettishly like a little girl.

Wan Fangfang is ten years younger than Fang Chen. She knew this the year she first arrived. She herself was thirty-one years old, and of course she could calculate with her toes that Fang Chen was forty-one years old. But when she heard Yang Mingquan say this, she didn't correct him, but instead agreed.

She is very similar to Yang Mingquan. As long as she calls others old women or ugly women, she will feel happy.

The peak dining period has passed, and the number of people in the canteen is gradually decreasing.

The voices are less noisy. Fang Chen, who was two rows away from the dining table and chairs, could now hear the conversation coming from behind.

"If this kind of old lady has no ability and no image, she should retire as soon as possible! Make way for young people! Isn't that right, Fangfang?" Yang Mingquan's voice came from behind.

"That's right, look how that image looks like a teacher!" Wan Fangfang's voice said.

"In my opinion, she looks more like a migrant worker!" Wang Yunxia's voice said.

"A bit like the migrant workers who move bricks!" Chen Gaofeng's voice sounded.

The clear sound of conversation, you have to listen even if you don’t want to hear it.

Fang Chen looked down at his clothes and thought: Are you talking about me?

The work clothes Fang Chen was wearing were the work clothes she had just graduated from. This work clothes are made of so-called khaki fabric and are very wear-resistant. At that time, Fang Chen taught seedling classes and also taught labor classes. Therefore, when he first arrived at this school, the first teaching supplies he received were work clothes. Because there were more labor classes at that time than now, and he often had to work in the fields, so that At that time, almost every professional teacher had such a set of work clothes.

Later, Fang Chen began to teach courses such as "Garden History" and "Garden Art". She no longer needed to work in the fields, but she still kept this outfit and kept it in the cabinet in the office.

Every time she went to work in the fields, took a labor class, or did other activities such as pulling weeds or doing sanitation, she would put on this outfit, and she has kept the pair of Jai-alai sneakers from that time until now.

In Fang Chen's opinion, the clothes are quite good and strong. They are not damaged or torn anywhere, so why should they be replaced with new ones? Why not keep it and use it later?

In life, food and clothing are inevitable and necessary. They can be consumed, but they must not be wasted. People must make the best use of their talents and materials. This is Fang Chen's creed, and also the creed of the older generation of agricultural college teachers.

Therefore, whenever the work clothes become dirty after wearing them, Fang Chen will wash them, dry them, fold them, and put them away properly. So even though they have been worn for so many years, they still look very neat and are at least [-]% new. Bar!

After lowering her head and inspecting it carefully, Fang Chen was still very satisfied with her outfit. Although she had just returned from the nursery, she had patted it very clean along the way and even carefully rubbed off the mud on the soles of her shoes on the curb. It looked spotless and should not have affected others.

Feeling relaxed, I continued to cook.