Dress to be a celebrity

After the beginning of spring, Song Shi returned to Hanzhong.

In the past few months in winter, he visited all the prefectures, picked up the key prefectures and counties with mines and inspected them personally, and developed several heavy industries and supporting light industries.Because the gold, silver, copper, and iron mines were not controlled by the imperial court, the local government called for bidding to select large businessmen who had capital and were willing to devote themselves to research and development of this business to invest.

The early infrastructure was undertaken by those big households. When he returned to Hanzhong, he selected elites, trained technology, and arranged technicians to take charge of production everywhere.

But these are not considered imperial property, I am afraid that the students will not want to go.

Now Hanzhong School of Economics has gained popularity thanks to the efforts of the couple and previous graduates. The provinces in the interior, especially the government and wealthy families in Jiangnan, are all recruiting.Those local enterprises that have just started in Shaanxi may not be able to compete with others for their treatment. Forcing students to stay in the province will only cause rebellious psychology.

Mr. Song is both a local herdsman official and the principal of the school. Naturally, neither party can be wronged, so he made a compromise and changed the assignment after graduation to an internship.

Starting from this year, each student will have an internship period of half a year to one year before graduation. The internship will be led by the teachers of the school, the management of the industrial park, and the technical backbone.

After the internship, you can work locally or come back to find a better job.And these few months are in the province, if there are any difficult problems, the teachers and even the principal of the school will take care of them for them.These students left the school and the well-functioning Hanzhong Economic Park, and had a nearly independent internship period outside. In the future, they will be able to work independently when they are hired in other places.

President Song organized a meeting for all the teachers and students of the technical college to inform the arrangement, and there was no room for resistance—not only the internship, but also an internship report of no less than [-] words after the internship, describing the internship period. work content and achievements.The content must be detailed and accurate, with figures and charts, and the content of the same batch of interns must be checked for plagiarism, and plagiarism is not allowed...

The reputation of Hanzhong School of Economics is earned by their two principals, dozens of teachers and all the brothers and sisters who graduated before.The students present here should also follow the teacher as an example and do their best to be a useful talent in the world.

No matter which adult they will work in in the future, or be employed by a wealthy businessman, or gain a foothold on their own, they must remember that they are not ordinary craftsmen, but students of Hanzhong Economics College. Go to your alma mater.

Headmaster Song poured a big bowl of chicken soup, and the blood of the foolish students was surging, thinking that God would send a big responsibility to them, and wished they could immediately go to those remote places to display their talents and learn, in order to repay the principal's trust in them.

No one cared that they somehow added an internship or an internship report.

Seeing these students leave the meeting in high spirits, Principal Song also sighed deeply: "I am in today's world, and these students are even lucky."

Students in this era are really honest and sensible. The teacher will be obedient if he is fed chicken soup, and he will add as much work as he asks.If in their time, he dared to hold this meeting, he would be full of microblogs by students without waiting for the meeting to end, and he would be surrounded by influential big Vs. I don't know how many people would report him with their real names.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the students were honest and honest, and he couldn't let them down. When he went back, he wrote a few more posts to those big families who opened mines and factories, and fought for more subsidies for the interns.

The teacher behind him can also feel his deep affection for the students, although he doesn't know the real reason—and fortunately he doesn't know the real reason, so the admiration for the principal in his heart will not change.

The teachers said respectfully: "These students will have a promising day when they meet such an eclectic and eclectic teacher like an adult in the prosperous age."

Yes, let's make each other successful.

Principal Song wiped the corners of his eyes with emotion, and ordered: "When the internship time is arranged, I will ask the cafeteria to kill a pig and a few sheep, and ask the chef to arrange some specialty dishes. Count me, the principal, as an intern teacher and students. Make up your body at home, so you are not afraid of suffering outside."

Little fat sheep in the grassland can't afford to be killed for the time being, but the little fat sheep native to Hanzhong can be eaten casually.

Now that Mr. Huan is on a business trip to the grassland, Principal Song can't accompany him, and it's not easy to go to Zhou Wang's mansion for dinner. He orders the menu at home every day, but the cook at home has researched many traditional and authentic grassland delicacies:

Roast leg of lamb!Lamb siu mai!Grilled meat!Shabu mutton!Blood sausage!Haggis soup!Hada cake!Butter pie!Bake!jelly!

According to the dishes in the authentic prairie restaurant opened by an outstanding graduate of Inner Mongolia New North School when he was in school!

The cook in his family was originally from Hebei, but he traveled with his father and son from Guangxi to Fujian, and then followed him to Shaanxi.Song Shi pointed him out a few times, and the dishes he made had the same appearance. I don't know if the taste suits the Mongolian taste, but it suits Mr. Song's taste anyway.

Principal Song contributed the chef and asked him to personally teach the school chefs grassland dishes, and made a window of authentic Mongolian cuisine with excellent color, fragrance and flavor.

The students who were preparing for internship and several teachers in charge had a full meal of Inner Mongolian delicacies, and got into the car with a stomach full of delicious and tender lamb and the ideal of serving the country. From then on, they were going to other places to start the most difficult entrepreneurial work.

Although President Song was reluctant to part with these young people, in order to build the Great Northwest and their future, he still reluctantly parted with them and sent them out of Hanzhong.

Although this farewell was sad, but not long after he returned to the Yamen, there was another piece of good news - the post-horse brought him a wooden box from Liangcheng, it was heavy, and when it was placed on the table There was a dull blunt sound.

This was something Huan Qianxian brought back from the grassland. The post station knew that it was for Song Sanyuan, so they didn't dare to delay. They picked the best horses and asked people to travel day and night. They even changed several horses to rush back.

The box was locked with a small brass lock, and the cover was pasted with a cover, so it could be seen that no one had touched it.The key was hung around the neck of the postman, and he took it off and handed it to Mr. Song with both hands, asking him to check it.

He heard that there was a box of letters inside, and it was right for the adults to look at the contents.

Song Shizheng wished to see what the little senior brother sent immediately, and was a little worried that he would open it too quickly. Others laughed at him for being unreserved. Now that he had this excuse to check the letter, he nodded immediately: "Forget it, I will take a look first. You ask someone to take it for him. Have some snacks, tell him to go back after dinner."

He has a historical feeling for the profession of postman, and the person in front of him is sending him a letter from home, so he naturally entertained him more politely.

The postman thanked him a lot and went down. Song Shi took a reason to check whether the contents in the box were damaged, so he opened the box in the courtroom and looked.

Those are not letters at all, but a box of books, wrapped in a blue book cover, and the cover is marked with categories such as "a certain customs", "a certain place's birds and beasts", "a certain place's landforms", "a certain part of legend".The paper and ink marks are old and new. The fonts are sometimes in italics and sometimes in running cursive.

This is information specially collected for him!

This kid was distracted writing these while running around on the prairie, didn't he know he was tired?Is the light on when writing at night, will it hurt your eyes?How did he hold the pen when he was writing outside in the cold, wouldn't he take off his gloves and frostbite his hands?

Song Shi complained about Huan Ling's ignorance and made Uncle Song worry, but at the same time he could not restrain himself from sketching in his mind what he looked like when he recorded these materials for himself.He could even imagine Huan Ling holding a paper in one hand and a pen in the other, sitting on horseback looking at the terrain and the rare birds and animals unique to the grassland, asking questions in a low voice, and recording his Mongolian and Chinese names and images at the same time... …

At that time, he must have been wearing a red official robe, a black gauze on his head, a light fur coat, his hands were unbridled, his legs were holding the horse's body, and he was writing quickly and freely.

Although he personally prepared a military coat for Huan Ling, and although he later sent several boxes of camouflage uniforms, in his imagination, he still wanted to dress Huan Ling in the most romantic clothes, like a hero in a costume drama, handsome Not grounded.

People are more worth watching than second-class protected animals, mantles.

The manuscript in Song Shi's hand hadn't been turned over for a long time, and the gatekeepers and guards in the hall didn't dare to remind him anything, but Ma Tongzhi and others outside heard the news that Huan Ling had sent the book, and they all rushed to the hall to salute and question him. , interrupting his thoughts—

Master Huan sent a letter from home, should he go to the opposite palace and report to His Royal Highness King Zhou and Princess Huan?

There is one more personal matter... Mr. Huan is a world-renowned talent, and his letters and poems have been sung all over the place. This time he sent so many, can they also appreciate it?

Song Shi glanced down at the wildlife annals in his hand, shook his head slightly, and said modestly: "This time Brother Huan sent me a travelogue on the grasslands, and I recorded some grassland people's words according to the facts. Not the old days."

These are written according to the format he submitted to Jinjiang, and they are more vernacular than the articles during the vernacular movement. I am afraid that outsiders will misunderstand his articles after reading them.

In order to help him earn money, the little brother braved the snow and cold wind to write such a thick box of manuscripts. He couldn't let his reputation rest on it.He shook his head and said with a smile: "These articles were written hastily on the grassland, and there are still some dripping ink marks on the manuscript paper. How can I share the appreciation with all the sages? I plan to re-copy it, add pictures, and print it into a book. Share the rewards with the talents of the world."

Ma Tongzhi said inwardly that it was a pity that he couldn't appreciate Mr. Huan's calligraphy, but he also understood the general idea and stopped asking more questions.

Mr. Song has not seen Mr. Huan in the past few months, so he only got such a box of manuscripts, so he naturally wants to hide it as a treasure, and is reluctant to let others touch it.