The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Hearing the two closing the door, Song Zhian approached a few high school students and whispered: "I heard that their house has been repaired in the past two days. I don't know when they will move."

Zhu Xiaomin gestured to hit him on the head: "Do the questions well."

Song Zhian shrank his neck and hurriedly sat back down.

Lu Mingzheng looked at the two of them with a smile. He waited for Song Zhian to move away and then said helplessly: "If you really want everyone to learn the high school courses, I suggest you hire a teacher."

"What?" Zhu Xiaomin asked.

Lu Mingzheng sighed: "Not to mention that I am only a high school student and I don't remember many things. Even if I can teach him, I can't stay here and leave."

Zhu Xiaomin nodded without any hesitation: "Now, while you are here, I can help you find out. I'm thinking about the teacher's matter."

"Considering?" Lu Mingzheng was surprised.

Didn't she originally plan to teach herself?

Zhu Xiaomin nodded, tapped the pencil on the notebook, thought about it and said, "Do you remember that capitalist roader in the Third Brigade?"

Lu Mingzheng thought for a moment and nodded: "I heard he studied abroad. He used to do a lot of business at home, but he was defeated when the movement started. However, he was sent to our commune a year later than me. Are you planning on him?"

Zhu Xiaomin nodded and sighed: "Originally, I was thinking about teachers from middle schools in the county, or coming over for tutoring on weekends, but here, let alone the county, even going to the town takes too long. It's not easy to ask the teachers to come back. What's more, There are several subjects in this high school, which require several teachers. I also heard from the secretary that the teachers in the county middle schools are not necessarily complete."

Teachers are a group that has been impacted by the movement, with serious losses from elementary schools to universities.

What she didn’t say yet was that the county’s teaching resources, not to mention now, would still be very poor even a few decades from now. A capitalist roader who had studied abroad, as long as he was not Fang Hongjian, would most likely be poor. Even better than the teachers in the county.

Lu Mingzheng nodded to express his understanding. He thought for a while and then shook his head: "His situation is different from ours. How can he be transferred easily? We should think of other ways."

"Yeah!" Zhu Xiaomin responded, "It's not urgent, just get the book first." As he said this, he glanced sideways at him.

Lu Mingzheng was amused: "I have already sent a telegram back and will send it as soon as I get it."

Reliable.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and rolled her eyes, and praised: "I can rest assured when I leave the matter to you."

Is this an affirmation of him?

Lu Mingzheng looked at her, his eyes gleaming with light, and his heart seemed to be setting off fireworks.

Happy feeling.

Two days later, Shi Meijun and Nie Yifei's house was built and they lit a fire to keep it warm for another day before deciding to move.

When Shi Meijun stood in the yard and announced proudly, the people in the yard were excited. Xing Qingsheng immediately asked: "Are you moving tomorrow? Do you want help? Let me know if you need anything."

"That's right!" Song Zhian nodded immediately, "You have food to pack, right? There are also potatoes and cabbage in the cellar. We have baskets that we can lend to you and we can help carry them there."

Come on, you guys, I don’t want to see you again.

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, even Shi Meijun was a little confused.

This... shouldn't it be envy?

Why does it feel so friendly?

After all, Nie Yifei had lived here for several years. Seeing everyone so active and looking like they wanted to let off steam, he immediately understood what everyone was thinking.

I knew these people were ostracizing him, but I didn't expect that they would treat him like a god of plague.

After Shi Meijun was stunned for a short time, he also reacted, his face sank, and he raised his head and said, "No, the brigade will send someone to help."

That’s good, that’s good!

No one really wants to help anyway, they just want them to move out as soon as possible.

As soon as they saw the two people entering the house, they immediately discussed what they would use the room for.

Xie Chengzhi said to Lu Mingzheng: "Otherwise, tell the brigade headquarters that the three of you will move here?"

Lu Mingzheng was startled, and glanced at the dormitory, with some disgust in his eyes, and immediately waved his hand: "No, I see that the peach blossoms are about to fall. After observing the situation after the flowers fall, I have to leave."

This is because the room smells like those two people.

Others don't understand, but Zhu Xiaomin does: "When they move out, the house needs to be cleaned up again. When you come next time, our new house will be built."

Lu Mingzheng is a guy with a mysophobia. He doesn't dislike the smell of other people's feet, but once someone disgusts him, he even dislikes the air within three meters of someone's home.

Zhu Xiaomin's words were originally meant to bypass Xie Chengzhi's invitation. When Lu Mingzheng heard it, he only noticed the sentence "Waiting for you to come next time", and automatically shortened it to "Waiting for you to come next time". Instantly, his eyes lit up, he smiled, and nodded: "Okay!"

What's good?

Zhu Xiaomin was stunned and looked up at him.

Of course, when he comes next time, he will come directly to live in the new house.

Lu Mingzheng gave her a knowing smile, which made her even more confused.

Since we said we didn't need the help of people from the educated youth area, we didn't care anymore. When we came back from work the next day, they still went to work on their own projects.

When these two people were here before, they even dug out the foundation of the house and the courtyard wall, leaving the back of the house completely untouched, lest the woman cause trouble and fail to build.

Now that these two people want to move out, they can work hard and fence off the backyard as quickly as possible. When the brigade headquarters knows that it is a fait accompli, they usually will not allow it to be demolished.

So, when Qian Yuanfei came over with more than a dozen people, Miao Shiwen and Zhu Xiaomin were the only ones in the yard.

Even Zhang Qiaomei and Wang Xiaoya went over to help the male educated youths deliver clay bricks.

Seeing Shi Meijun's face darken, Qian Yuanfei also frowned: "Shi Educated Youth is moving today, why don't you educated youth people help? Are you caring about the friendship of the revolutionary class?"

Zhu Xiaomin held her cheek and sat still, looking at him and smiling: "Director Qian, it's not our fault. Yesterday everyone asked for help, but it was Shi Zhiqing who said no. Most likely because she was afraid that we would touch her face."

Qian Yuanfei couldn't help but frown when he heard that she specifically said white noodles. He didn't know whether she was just saying it casually or for some reason.

Shi Meijun snorted coldly: "Yes, there are many people and many hands, who can guarantee that it won't happen?" He shook his head and went to open the door of his room.

Miao Shiwen frowned almost invisible, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, there are many people and many hands, so don't take anything wrong."

Therefore, the two of them stay here as gatekeepers.

Qian Yuanfei's face darkened, he glared at her and followed her into the house.

Nie Yifei followed behind and saw that Zhu Xiaomin was still sitting with no intention of standing up. He glanced around the yard again and found that he had lived here for five years and was now moving out. He felt a little emotional for a moment, opened his mouth, but said Know what to say.