Reborn in the 60s and adopted

The next day, Uncle Tang rushed to the place where the collective weaving of bamboo baskets was (the landlord's house) in the morning. Many people had already arrived, and some had already started weaving.

"Hey, Tang Laosan, why are you here just now?" Dongzi, who was weaving baskets with the villagers.

"What's the matter? I'm just a little late and you miss me already." Uncle Tang said jokingly.

"Go away. Instead of thinking about you, I might as well think about my wife." Dongzi said.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Tang looked at him puzzledly.

"No, I heard that a primary school is going to be built. My son Goudan is old enough to go to school, so I want to ask if it is true that a primary school is being built in the village." Dongzi asked.

"Yes, yes, Tang Laosan, you are well-informed, is it true?" An old man weaving baskets nearby also asked. His little grandson was almost time to go to school, and he didn't want him to walk to town every day. It was too far.

"I've only heard about this, I don't know the details." Uncle Tang also heard about this from his daughter last night, and wanted to confirm it again today.

"Then go and confirm with the village chief. I remember that your little girl will be going to school soon." The old man said.

"Yes, Tang Laosan, you have a good relationship with the village chief, you go and talk to him." Someone asked him to go.

"Correct."

"Yes," the voices of other workers around came from the left, right, front and back.

"Then I haven't completed my task for today yet." Uncle Tang and his team divided the work of weaving.

Some were cutting bamboo, some were breaking bamboo, and some were separating the green and yellow bamboo.

Some need to make the flowers into tritium silk, the thinner the better, and some need to dye the fine tritium silk.

Some weave baskets, some weave mats, and the more delicate ones weave hats. Second Tang and Third Uncle weave fine fabrics.

"It's okay, we'll help you, you go first." said a man who was working on the same delicate items as him.

"Okay, since you all said so, I'll go." Uncle Tang suddenly felt that the villagers were very concerned about their children's schooling. He didn't have children before, but now he has Meimei, and Meimei must go to school.

As I walked, I thought about what to say to the village chief.

We soon arrived at the entrance of the brigade.

Uncle Tang pricked up his ears to listen to the noise inside, but he was not in a hurry to go in when he stood at the door.

"Village chief, my son is very talented. He graduated from junior high school and there will be no problem for him to teach in elementary school." An old man in the village was promoting his son.

"Humph, your son is amazing. He didn't even finish junior high school but he just got a certificate and he's still a teacher. My brother is different. He also graduated from junior high school, but he finished his studies seriously." A young wife in the village retorted.

The old man blushed, and although he was a little embarrassed, he still stayed with the village chief and wanted to argue with him.

"Old man Zhang, stop talking. My nephew, the village chief, is really good. He will graduate from the county teachers' college soon. He will definitely be able to do it." The fat lady in the village pushed Old Man Zhang away from the village chief.

The village chief was about to nod when he heard an old lady say sarcastically.

"Auntie Fatty, you can't control your nephew. He can work in the county town after graduation, but you let him go back to the countryside to teach."

Soon the group of people started arguing with each other. I said your family was not good, and you said mine was not good.

The village chief was dizzy and confused by this group of people, so he yelled.

"Okay, get out of here."

The village chief got angry, and the people who were arguing suddenly quieted down. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they all left in disgrace. After all, no matter who you offend, you can't offend the village chief.

The village chief watched them all leave, sat down on the chair angrily, picked up his big teacup that he used to serve the people. Just as he was about to take a sip, he heard footsteps coming.

"I've already told you to get lost. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Uncle, calm down, it's me, Tang San." Uncle Tang San smiled flatteringly at the village chief.

"Oh, it's you, Lao San, how come you have time to come here?

Your basket-weaving team is gone, I tell you,

If you are lazy and the village can’t make any money, I will punish you.” said the village chief.

"My uncle, I just came to see you.

How could I be lazy?" Uncle Tang patted the village chief's shoulder.

"Uncle, I saw you get so angry just now, what's going on?"

"What else can we do? There are a bunch of short-sighted people in the village who all want their sons and daughters to be teachers without even considering whether their own people are educated enough." The village chief felt like getting angry when he thought about what had just happened.

"Ah, that means they don't have enough education. That won't do. Now the people recruiting in this town need people with high education. If this group of people with low education teach our children, it will become a problem whether they can get a diploma in the future. It will ruin the children's lives." Uncle Tang analyzed.

"That's right. That's the truth. Tell me, these people keep arguing and I don't know who is really educated," said the village chief.

"That's right." Uncle Tang agreed.

"Hey, third brother, you come to see me for no reason. What's the matter? Tell me." The village chief gradually realized that this kid was being too attentive.

"Hi, our knitting team asked me to ask if a primary school is going to be built in the village. It's almost time for their children to go to school, so they asked me to ask if it's true." Uncle Tang.

"How can it not be true? Today the branch secretary went to the town to get some documents. After the documents come back, I plan to organize people to tidy up your weaving team and use it as a classroom." said the village chief.

"Ah, what about us?" Uncle Tang was a little anxious. Where would they go to weave things in the future?

"I have made plans. Isn't our brigade headquarters still half empty? You all come here in the future, and I can see if you guys are slacking off." said the village chief.

"Uh, uncle, you must be very worried about me." Uncle Tang San gave the village chief an expression as if he was about to cry.

"Okay, stop pretending. Give me some advice on how to solve this teacher issue." The village chief looked at Tang Lao San, who had a lot of ideas.

"Let me think about it." Uncle Tang deliberately touched the non-existent beard on his chin, pretending to think.

"Think quickly." The village chief said and took out his pipe.

"Uncle, can educated youth become teachers?" asked Uncle Tang San.

"Yes, of course. I have another candidate." The village chief took a puff of his cigarette.

"Who is it? Do I know him?" Uncle Tang approached the village chief and asked.

"The educated youth living in your house." The village chief looked as if you must know that they have a background.

"Then uncle, will you just announce them as the winners?"

"What else?" The village chief looked at the boy with a look of disapproval and wondered if what he was doing was wrong.

"That's definitely not okay. Wouldn't that give others something to hold against you? They would definitely think you took advantage of them."

Uncle Tang glanced at the village chief and continued,

"Is that the truth?"

The village chief thought about it and almost broke out in a cold sweat. It was true. Whoever reported him would be implicated. He did accept Pei Zhiqing's gift. If he wanted to return it, it would have already gone into the stomach of the whole family. Suddenly, he felt a little annoyed.