C82 (2/2)

Xia Bing frowned, this teacher had not been recruited yet, there were no tables, chairs, blackboards, and now the class was starting tomorrow? How do we start classes?

”Mayor Ma, are you in a hurry?” she asked, moving his red lips.

Ma Gebi saw her red lips move and it was difficult to scratch his heart.

”No rush, no rush. Learning this kind of knowledge needs to be done as early as possible and not as late as possible. Even when I was in school, I didn't have a table or a chair, and I could even learn by sitting on a rock. Plus, I learned quite well.”

Even so, the carpenters were summoned in the afternoon to make the benches, and even if the carpenters had found them, there was no end to such a large work, and in the afternoon they were busy making the roofs, weaving the reeds into curtains, covering the rafters with rafters, and then pressing the soil on top of them, which was ground flat and covered with linoleum, which was finally ground with sand and cement.

In another town, there was a yellow high school with shabby blackboards and tables. The Mayor Ma was directly pulled back by a taxi. He had also taken down the windows and doors of the classroom.

It was dark when the teetering tofu junior high school was finally completed.

Chen Xiaosi raised his brush and wrote five large vermilion words on the door beam that was still wet from the construction.

'Apricot Flower Village Senior High School .'

After he finished writing, a man wearing a shabby blue polyester suit with heavy glasses, looking like an intellectual in poverty, nodded his head and said in a low voice, ”Not bad, your calligraphy is not bad …”

Just then, the few village officials that Mayor Ma had chased away to recruit teachers had all returned, their heads drooping.

Mayor Ma was walking around the campus with a beer belly like a pregnant woman who was nine months pregnant.

They saw the few of them drooping their heads and grinning.

”What are you doing? Lowering your head, how can you settle the score with your own Lao'er? ” Mayor Ma shouted.

Mayor, I didn't get a teacher to come over. When he heard about the local junior high school, he wasn't even willing to come over. He even went to the Education Bureau, but he didn't even come over to look for an intern teacher.

Ma Gebi rubbed his fat hands together. If he couldn't find a teacher, he wouldn't be able to attend class or his students' class. The great beauty was his heart, so he should be careful not to make Xia Bing unhappy.

Just as Ma Gebi was about to curse, he suddenly saw the entrance and immediately ran over laughing: ”Wen Xuejiu! Elementary Scholar! Haha, I was looking for you! ”

The plain-looking man adjusted his glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of the bottle. Upon seeing that it was Ma Gebi, he turned around and was about to leave.

Just then, a sharp-eyed deputy mayor ran over and grabbed him, and shouted: ”Mayor Ma, I've got him, I've got him …”

”Let go …” Wen Xuejiu tried to struggle free, but didn't have much strength.

deputy mayor Wang giggled and said softly, ”Teacher Wen, where have you been these many days? I've come to visit you a few times already! ”

”What do you want?” Wen Xuejiu guarded against him like a thief.

”Nothing.” deputy mayor Wang looked at Mayor Ma again. This campus was really long, Mayor Ma only ran a few steps before gasping for breath and starting to leave.

Wang deputy mayor grinned: ”Teacher Wen, I mean, you understand, I just want you to change your name. You see, the name of Mayor Ma used to be called Ma Fangwei, it means to immediately get rich, right? But since I have been unable to rise up, it means the name of the village's secretary, to find you to change it, you directly changed it to Ma Gebi, Tie Ma Jinge, you abandoned your pen and went back to the Rong Country to repay the kindness and loyalty of the country, right? Ma Gebi's meaning is that there a world of literary people who have changed their name, I recited all your explanations, and after that Ma Gebi, along the journey, Teacher Gao Wen, also asked you to change it for me. Teacher Wen, please give me your name, I will never forget it. ”

”Alright, bastard …”

”Teacher Wen, why are you cursing?” Wang Da beamed.

Wen Xuejiu took out a pen and tore off a page from the notebook. ”Wang Badan …” And then he pointed to the crowd and said, ”Traveling for thousands of miles without leaving anything behind, I will regret my misfortune …”