Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Someone who disappeared for a week in Class 1, Grade 9 walked into the classroom imposingly carrying a schoolbag.

A certain woman who had been frowning for days suddenly brightened the moment someone stepped into the classroom.

Wan Feng felt a ray of sunlight shining on his face, which was very dazzling. When he looked up, he saw Zhang Xuan's shining eyes.

Wan Feng went all the way to the back of the podium, and tapped on the podium with a blackboard eraser like that: "Everyone be quiet! These two days I went to other places to study for a week. From today onwards, I will be a special substitute teacher for a vocational high school. The following class will be taught by me, my class is a physiological knowledge class, please see the picture below."

Wan Feng turned around and drew two round balls on the blackboard with chalk, very similar to the two parts on a woman's chest.

"Do you understand what this is?"

The boys all stared wide-eyed in a posture we all know, while the girls blushed, and the adjectives of rogue, shameless and obscene came flooding in like a tide.

"Look, I think it's wrong, don't you, everyone, keep watching."

Wan Feng followed up with a few brush strokes to turn the two balls into standing cats.

Many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies in the 1990s used this stalk, and Wan Feng just reposted it.

"Look at how dirty your thoughts are! Teacher, I am clearly just drawing a cute cat, but where are you all thinking? Is this shameless? Is it obscene? You should strengthen your ideology..."

"Hit him!" Zhang Xuan couldn't take it any longer, this guy was talking nonsense again in a serious manner, the leader shouted and then threw a ball of paper up.

"Tell you to talk nonsense! Pretend to be a teacher."

Ji Chun and Wang Wenmin then flew paper balls onto the podium, and then other girls also joined in on the spot along with the singing, and for a while the paper balls fell on someone like snow.

These prodigal girls, homework is not money, is it? They all tore up the paper balls and told you that I smashed your ass.

Wan Feng fled, covering his head with his hands, and ran back to his seat despite the hail of bullets.

Even after running back to his seat, a ball of paper the size of a fist still landed on his head with a bang.

"What are you doing? Why are you still throwing it after I've returned to my seat? If you throw it again, I'll lose my face!"

Wan Feng turned his head and yelled at the back, and saw a bigger ball of paper the size of a shot put appearing in Zhang Xuan's hand at a glance.

"Zhang Xuan! If you dare to throw that ball of paper on my head..."

"Whoosh!" The ball of paper flew over in disbelief, Wan Feng retracted his head, and the ball of paper landed on the key head in front of Wan Feng.

"Hahaha, it didn't hit!"

"Teacher Wan, come here!" Zhang Xuan held back his smile and hooked his finger at Wan Feng.

Wan Feng came to Zhang Xuan's seat, and Ji Chun stood up tactfully: "I'm going to the toilet."

Wan Feng sat down on Ji Chun's seat: "What are you calling me for? Ask me about physiology? Then you have found the right person."

"How thick-skinned!" He Yanfei once again disliked Wan Feng.

"He..." He Yanfei's eyes suddenly widened.

"If you dare to call me Aunt He again, I will scratch you!"

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and scratched his neck: "It's not bad to scratch, it's being stabbed. He Yanfei! You also threw the paper ball just now. You must have thrown the most powerful paper ball. You are planning to murder... your classmate."

He almost said that he murdered his own husband. Now is not the time to make such a joke.

He Yanfei turned his face away, not looking at Wan Feng.

Zhang Xuan sneered, and when he had had enough, he asked, "What have you been doing these past few days?"

"Further study... went to work."

"Go home?"

"Didn't go home, stayed in the county for seven days."

What if the woman asks him for clothes when he gets home?

"Oh! What are you doing in the county seat?"

"There are important things, this can't be said."

Zhang Xuan's face turned pale. This guy's going to the county town may not be related to a certain woman.

If Wan Feng knew what Zhang Xuan was thinking, he would definitely praise Zhang Xuan for being smart. Yes, it really has something to do with women.

When Zhang Xuan wanted to ask something more, a voice suddenly came from the door of the classroom: "Wan Feng!"

Wan Feng looked back and saw that it was Qu Yang.

Qu Yang stood at the door of the classroom beaming and waved to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng immediately stood up and walked to the door of the classroom: "Teacher Qu, did you call me?"

"Come with me!" Qu Yang said, come with me, then turned and walked towards the school office.

Wan Feng followed Qu Yang to the teacher's office.

Qu Yang took out a letter and a big envelope from the drawer very mysteriously.

Qu Yang handed the letter to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng saw what was going on when he saw the cover of the envelope and saw that the inscription on it was Yin Nahe's editorial department.

"Teacher Qu, look at your happy face, don't look at it, it must be a notice of adoption, and your work has been published! Then this big envelope is a sample book?" Wan Feng said loudly on purpose.

This is the time to put gold on Qu Yang's face, and he must speak out loudly to let everyone know.

Wan Feng had been a literary youth, so he naturally knew the minds of the contributors.

When writing and submitting manuscripts, I am always sneaky, for fear that others will know that I am a toad who wants to eat swan meat, but once the manuscript is published, it is another matter, for fear that others will not know.

Qu Yang himself certainly wouldn't yell around, literati all have the disease of pretending to be superior, so the responsibility for publicity falls on Wan Feng.

Sure enough, all the teachers in the office heard Wan Feng's yelling, and their eyes were all focused on Qu Yang's position and on Qu Yang's face.

Wan Feng picked up the big envelope, poured out a sample booklet, and opened it!

The little girl Jiang Min was quite obedient, she really put Qu Yang's novel on the front page of the publication.

"Wow! It's still the headline, Mr. Qu, you are so amazing!"

The novel of more than 4,000 words occupies one and a half pages, and there is a brief introduction of the author at the end of the novel: Qu Yang, a teacher at the Red Bianjiang Farm Vocational High School in Longjiang Province, loves literature, and is willing to make friends all over the world with the pen in his hand.

When the rest of the teachers heard that Qu Yang had published his work, they gathered around one after another, admiring Qu Yang's masterpiece and praising Qu Yang's stinky feet.

"How much is the manuscript fee for publishing this novel?" A female Chinese teacher named Meng Yan asked the most practical question from the actual point of view.

After Qu Yangtiao left, Mengyan was Wan Feng's next language teacher.

"The fee for a national-level publication might be twenty thousand words, but for this regional publication it should be fifteen thousand words. Teacher Qu Yang's novel is probably more than four thousand words, and the fee should be around sixty yuan."

"Wow! It's more than our monthly salary, Mr. Qu, you must treat me."

At this time, the pimples on Qu Yang's face were all glowing, and he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "It must be, when the manuscript fee comes, I will definitely treat you."

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