Fang Ximei couldn't help laughing, laughed in a daze, glared at Wang Tieniu, and said angrily: "You fool!"

"Hehe, Ximei, you look so good when you smile!" Wang Tieniu scratched the back of his head silly, a little uneasy.

I'll take a look. When did I become a 200W light bulb? I don't even bring such a thing when I show my love.

Zhang Daman breathed a sigh of relief in secret, and just let the light bulb be used as a light bulb. Looking at this rural love that is as pure as distilled water, it is so enviable.

More than ten or twenty years later, compared with those love built on houses, cars, money, spirits... cough cough... Wang Tieniu, Fang Ximei and others have many times more pure or they are simply incomparable.

"Follow Brother Daman, have you heard?" Fang Ximei glanced at Wang Tieniu with a red tummy face and reminded him.

Wang Tieniu smiled as if he had won the five million prize in the lottery. He immediately nodded, "I heard it, I... I must listen to you, Ximei."

Fang Ximei pursed her lips and groped with her hands to the ends of her hair hanging on her chest. In this era, this countryside and this girl are purer, purer and sweeter than Nongfu Spring.

Zhang Daman seemed to be in the innocent era of the 1960s and 1970s, riding a 28-bike is worth showing off.

Fang Ximei reminded Wang Tieniu, and then smiled at Zhang Daman and said, "Brother Daman, Tieniu is a little stupid, but he is honest and diligent. Please take care of him more and teach him more."

"Hey, Ximei, as I said, you might as well find a good day to get things done." Zhang Daman joked that even if Wang Tieniu was stupid, he knew what Zhang Daman meant by "get things done".

Fang Ximei turned her head and pretended to be unhappy, "Who wants to marry such a big fool!"

Wang Tieniu looked straight and said stammeringly: "Ximei, I...I'm not stupid, it's just...every time I see you, I... my heart is thumping, thumping, and I'm so nervous...I don't know why..."

These words were more comfortable than any sweet words. Fang Ximei's heart was like honey poured by his words, sweet in his heart and joy in his face.

"I won't talk to you, I'm going to work in the fields." Fang Ximei turned her head shyly and left, lowered her head and blushed.

Wang Tieniu was anxious and shouted, "Ximei, I will listen to you, follow Daman and do it well!"

Zhang Daman raised his thumbs up and clapped his hands, "Here, isn't that right? If you like Ximei, be bold and confess your love to her bravely."

"Daman, what is the confession?"

Depend on!

Don’t even know the confession? Are you teasing me?

Having said that, after thinking about it, as such a backward place, Wang Tieniu didn’t know what confession was, which was also a normal phenomenon.

"The confession is that you told Ximei that you like her." Zhang Daman had to answer concisely.

Wang Tieniu said "Oh" and looked at Fang Ximei's back as if her soul was hooked away by Fang Ximei.

Spring rain, drizzle, drizzle...

Good rain knows the season, and it happens when spring happens. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu, a poem called "Happy Rain in Spring Night". After Zhang Daman planted all the mulberry seedlings, he was also looking forward to such spring rain. With the spring rain that moistens all things, the mulberry seedlings absorb nutrients in the land. It won’t take long to take root and sprout. With the little bit of fresh and tender germination, it is Zhang Daman’s hope.

I almost have to go to the field to look at it every day, for fear that I will make a mistake and these mulberry seedlings will grow crooked.

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Shike Village Central Primary School.

After the Spring Festival, school officially started on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

At the end of a winter vacation, the children from Shike Village returned to school one after another. It was the beginning of school, so the teachers were also busy, busy calling on the children and students to go back to school to handle the admission procedures.

Most of the parents of these children in Shike Village are farmers and do not have much time to take care of their children’s studies at school, but at the beginning of school, they usually send their children to school and pay fees.

Because in this era, national policies have not yet risen to the free nine-year compulsory education, tuition and miscellaneous fees are required.

However, according to the economic situation of Shike Village, the tuition and miscellaneous fees are not charged, usually between 50 and 120 yuan per semester.

Indeed, in such an era where there is no special inflation and currency depreciation, money is still very valuable and has purchasing power.

The director of the teaching director Tian Liang, with an old face and his hands behind his back, jumped up and down at Shike Village Central Primary School, paced back and forth, wishing to stroll around every corner of Shike Village, even the urinals in the public toilets.

New year, new semester, new atmosphere.

However, Tian Liang, who was always in a state of peace, was restless and uncontrollable. Other teachers were busy receiving students and parents, but he was thinking about another thing - at the opening meeting, the principal Yang Jianguo had made it clear that the town education bureau had passed the approval for his retirement. According to his seniority, Yang Jianguo was still some years old before his normal retirement.

However, he retired early, in the form of a sick leave.

Since it is an indisputable fact that Yang Jianguo retires or retires sick, then the next thing is the principal's succession. At least before Yang Jianguo retires, the candidate for the principal's succession will be determined.

In other words, Yang Jianguo has announced at the meeting that he will elect the next president in March to April this year through elections.

This means that Tian Liang is not given much time, and it is necessary to make him the best choice no matter what measures he takes within one or two months.

His eyes fell on Qin Lin, who was busy, and a deep resentment appeared in his eyes. I really don’t know if Principal Yang Jianguo is funny. Is it because Qin Lin has big breasts and a raised butt? She is going to train her to become the next principal?

Looking at the entire Shike Village Central Primary School, the only one who can compete with him is Qin Lin, the daughter of the village chief.

I really don’t know what kind of good deeds Qin Zhenhua’s ancestors had accumulated. He actually had such a beautiful daughter, and became a teacher, which was appreciated by Yang Jianguo.

Could it be that Yang Jianguo and Qin Lin had an affair? Tian Liang was thinking hard and couldn't think of a better reason, so he thought wrongly.

As soon as he had evil thoughts, the blood in his body naturally flowed to his lower body. If you want to say that Qin Lin is such a beautiful woman, I don’t know how to do the kung fu in bed? If I make me the principal, hum, the first unspoken rule is Qin Lin. When she surrenders under my crotch, she will still be arrogant and arrogant when she sees her.

In order to get ahead, even if there are unspoken rules, you still have to achieve some political achievements. Otherwise, why should others choose you?

However, what political achievements can a mountain village primary school like Shike Village achieve?
Chapter completed!