The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 100 The bleak autumn wind blows again today, and the neighbors have changed (Please subscribe)

We had a training session in the morning, and then went to work as usual in the afternoon.

Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu brought back a banner, jointly awarded by the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the Port Authority, with the words "Sea Sentinels" embroidered in gold thread.

Logically, this banner should have been given to the brigade headquarters, but judging from Song Hongbing's attitude, he didn't welcome the brigade headquarters hanging it up.

So Qian Jin took him back to the team office.

Hu Shunzi held a very positive attitude toward this.

This is a banner jointly awarded by the Municipal Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives and the Municipal Port Authority; it's a very prestigious award!
Old Guai and the other workers watched with their arms around each other's shoulders, beaming with joy.

Even Kang Xin, who had always had a problem with Qian Jin, said, "One day I'll borrow a camera, and we can all take a picture with this banner!"

They hadn't taken a group photo yet, but Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu had already taken one.

In the afternoon, a reporter from the Haibin Daily came and took photos of the two of them holding the banner together and each holding their own banner.

In addition, Qian Jin also took a photo of himself wearing a big red flower on his chest.

The red flower was like a ball of fire. Qian Jin took many photos in one go, either pushing a cart, carrying a large bag, or working with his coworkers.

To accommodate the publicity needs, Qian Jin didn't do much work that afternoon; he'd been slacking off for the past few days.

This made him somewhat worried.

My experience is too limited, but I'm showing off too much without doing much work, which might cause dissatisfaction among my coworkers.

So he decided to take the initiative and negotiate with Hu Shunzi:

"That's right, Captain Hu. Although the higher-ups commended Lao Wei and me and gave us prizes, we believe that our success is inseparable from everyone's support."

"So we sold the prizes and used the proceeds to give some loose items to our fellow workers as a token of our gratitude!"

Hu Shunzi really likes this kind of food.

He stopped picking at his groin, smelled it, and his delight was evident.
"Yo-ho! You're a really good comrade, with incredibly high moral character! Okay, I agree on behalf of all the workers—what should we send?"

Qian Jin said, "I'm planning to go to the black market. I usually exchange things like alcohol, canned meat, and malted milk powder. What do you think?"

Hu Shunzi gave a thumbs up, his smile stretching from ear to ear: "Yo-ho! You have the best conscience ever!"

"No need to wait until the end of the workday, you can leave early! Your work, my work!"

Qian Jin was speechless.

What a grown man, still doing this kind of thing.

Even if you're cosplaying Japanese soldiers, aren't you just cosplaying Japanese female soldiers?

But looking at Hu Shunzi's double-door refrigerator, which seemed to have come to life, he thought it would be even more terrifying if it were cosplaying as a Japanese woman!

Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu really need to leave early today; there's another important matter to attend to.

But Wei Xiongtu refused to leave early.

His thoughts were the same as Qian Jin's: "We've taken the spotlight, but in the end, all the work is left to our fellow workers. This is not good for unity!"

But Hu Shunzi couldn't hold onto two ounces of oil in his belly, so he told the other workers about Qian Jin's plan.

The porters were immediately excited when they heard about this good news.

Kang Xinxin, in particular, was very calculating; he did a calculation on the spot:
"Those two won four prizes in two separate occasions, which are worth over a thousand yuan in total! There are 15 people in our team, so hey, that's 60 yuan per person?!"

The porters were thrilled.

One worker said incredulously, "How can someone be so generous with such a small amount of money? That's two months' wages for one person!"

Old Guai spoke up for Qian Jin: "Little Qian is such a generous person. When he got promoted, he treated us to some really good food. How much oil was in that soup?"

"Let's not even talk about the banquet after his promotion. When he first came here, he would treat us to lunch, opening bottles of the best special-supply liquor for us..."

"What? You drank alcohol behind my back?" Hu Shunzi exclaimed in a panic.

Old Guai couldn't help but slap himself.

I'll teach you to be so foul-mouthed.

Hu Shunzi laughed again: "Look at you guys, do you think I'm such a petty person? So what if he drank a bottle of wine behind my back? It's nothing!"

Anyway, Qian Jin had secretly given him four bottles of wine.

Not one bottle, but four bottles!

Rookie Li Chenggong asked in surprise, "Didn't we get three bicycles and a radio as a reward? How come there's a thousand yuan?"

"The main reason is that bicycles with speed axles are particularly expensive; just two advanced bicycles can sell for six or seven hundred yuan," the old worker explained to him.

The workers were immediately filled with anticipation for this.

Upon learning that Hu Shunzi wanted the two to leave work early so they could exchange supplies on the black market, the veteran workers thumped their chests in relief.

"Xiao Qian and Xiao Wei, you two should hurry up and leave work. Go to the black market if you need to. If you don't know the way, come find me. I'm the local big shot in Haibin City!"

"Yes, yes, you two go first. It's just a few hundred bags of groceries, right? We don't need you two!"

"You two comrades, this is not your battlefield. This is our position. Please leave immediately and don't delay our battle!"

Qian Jin pulled Wei Xiongtu away, saying, "Perfect timing, I need to show you something."

The two rode their bicycles to Taishan Road, and he went upstairs to open room 204:

"Why don't you stay here? It'll be convenient for us to commute to and from get off work together every day."

Wei Xiongtu asked, "Is this your home?"

Qian Jin said, "What kind of eyes do you have? Does this look like a family living a comfortable life?"

"My house is next door!"

He led Wei Xiongtu to room 205 for a look.

Wei Xiongtu understood his meaning and asked in surprise, "Both of these houses belong to your family? That's impossible!"

Qian Jin said, "What's so special about this? Believe it or not, I still have a villa at home!"

This isn't bragging.

The land deed that Master Duan gave him did indeed register a villa.

Wei Xiongtu exclaimed incredulously, "How can anyone own a villa these days?"

Qian Jin said impatiently, "Anyway, do you want to stay here or not? There are two rooms. You can stay in the smaller one, and Teacher Wei can take Xiao Tangyuan to stay in the larger one."

Now, 204 is nominally the office of the People's Mobile Canteen, but where the People's Mobile Canteen is located is entirely up to him.

204 is, after all, a residential building, and it's not suitable to use it as an office. It would be better to return it to its original purpose and let people live there.

Of course, some residents may have objections to this, since the Wei siblings are not residents of Taishan Road.

However, both of them could be teachers to the hundreds of students preparing for the exam on Taishan Road. If anyone has any objections, they can talk to these hundreds of students and their families.

What about the offices of the mobile canteen companies?
Very simple.

The college entrance exam will be in less than a month, and then the general store warehouse will be empty.

That place has plenty of space, perfect for a small, collectively owned enterprise to serve as its headquarters!

In this way, many problems were solved.

The issues of accommodation for Wei Xiongtu and Wei Qinghuan, as well as the issue of hiring teachers for the students.

Wei Qinghuan taught science and engineering, while Wei Xiongtu had always taught humanities and social sciences. The brother and sister working together could take on a basic and comprehensive educational mission.

Wei Xiongtu stroked the doors and windows tenderly and said, "How could I not want to live here? But do I deserve it?"

“My father and mother were both old rightists, and our house was confiscated by the organization. Now I can live in such a spacious house?”

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yes!"

"I'm a man of my word; if I say you can live here, then you can live here!"

Wei Xiongtu clenched his fist tightly, then carefully straightened his clothes, turned around and bowed to Qian Jin: "Then I must sincerely thank you..."

"Hey, hey, there's no need for that." Qian Jin quickly helped him up. "What are you doing!"

"Let me tell you, I'm not arranging for you to stay here for nothing. You'll have to be like Teacher Wei, a teacher to the students in our neighborhood who are preparing for the college entrance exam. You'll have to work overtime at night to answer their questions and impart knowledge!"

Wei Xiongtu said happily, "That's wonderful! I love being a teacher, and I'm passionate about this profession."

Qian Jin said, "Then let's move today!"

Wei Xiongtu stopped him: "Go and see your classrooms and students first."

Qian Jin was about to leave when Zhang Aijun stopped him again.

For the first time, this tough guy showed a hint of panic: "Boss, they're staying here, where am I supposed to stay?"

Qian Jin said kindly, "Qiu Dayong told me that their air-raid shelter has been emptied out..."

Zhang Aijun was dumbfounded.

Qian Jin rolled his eyes at him: "Just kidding. Go back to my house, I'll stay in the inner room and you can stay in the outer room!"

There are many wooden planks in the storeroom, which can be used to make a closed door to separate the two rooms, 205, from the inside out.

Qian Jin took Wei Xiongtu to the study room.

Upon reaching the entrance, he looked at the couplet and murmured, "Autumn goes and winter comes, studying by the light of fireflies and snow. Spring returns and summer arrives, plucking laurel in the moon palace."

"This is Xiaoqing's handwriting; she still hasn't improved."

Qian Jin looked at the large, flowing characters and thought to himself, "Thank goodness I didn't try to write them, otherwise I would have been utterly humiliated, like pulling a millstone naked."

open the door.

The bright lights made Wei Xiongtu squint.

Then he was stunned.

In his vision, the street study room would be a small, drafty warehouse where a dozen or so students would huddle behind desks, using small oil lamps for light.

This is the case for most study rooms in various streets nowadays.

But what about here?

The super classroom, covering several hundred square meters and five or six meters high, is crammed with hundreds of students!

The heat generated by young people is like that of a steelmaking furnace; you can clearly feel a wave of heat rolling in.

Their enthusiasm for learning was as intense as a heatwave.

Some were engrossed in their studies, some were discussing in hushed tones, and occasionally someone would argue loudly.

At this point, someone might look at them reproachfully, and they would quickly nod and bow in apology before lowering their voices to continue the discussion.

The study room had a very strong academic atmosphere.

The huge classroom has a lectern, a small blackboard, and a large thermos next to it, where students come over from time to time to get water.

A steaming atmosphere and steaming water.

Wei Xiongtu stared wide-eyed, as if an old farmer had spotted a fertile field.

This is a land of hope!
Qian Jin walked up to the teacher's desk, patted the blackboard, and shouted, "Class, quiet down! Everyone, quiet down!"

He has a lot of influence now; with a single command, the discussion comes to an abrupt halt.

Apart from a few young people who were focused on their studies, everyone else looked up at him.

Qian Jin pulled Wei Xiongtu up: "This is Teacher Wei Xiongtu, who is the sibling of your Teacher Wei Qinghuan."

"Teacher Wei was admitted to a teachers' college at the age of 14 and started teaching at the age of 17. She has been teaching for more than ten years now."

"Now that he has learned that many ambitious young people in our neighborhood are preparing for the college entrance examination, he has decided to sacrifice his time to tutor them..."

"Bravo!" Cheers and applause roared in.

It's like a typhoon making landfall.

Wei Xiongtu felt dizzy.

A blissful dizziness.

Can I be a teacher to so many people?
Are they so welcoming of my arrival?
"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening! I can die content in the evening!" he murmured as he waved to the candidates.

The cheers and applause lasted for two or three minutes.

After the students calmed down, Qian Jin said, "Professor Wei Qinghuan is good at science and engineering, while Professor Wei Xiongtu specializes in humanities and social sciences..."

"Bravo!" came cheers and applause again.

This time, it was the students preparing to apply for liberal arts programs who made a fuss.

Qian Jin took out the two roller printing boxes he had bought the night before and called out, "Teacher Wei Xiongtu brought gifts for everyone this time."

"Class, look what this is!"

"It's a printing press!"

"Starting tonight, the study room will print study outlines, textbooks, and even exam papers for students free of charge!"

He lifted up a wooden box in each hand.

The test-takers couldn't hold back any longer.

It was as if a flood had breached the dike, and many people surged forward: "Long live Teacher Wei! Long live Teacher Wei!"

Wei Xiongtu said in a panic, "Ah? This isn't..."

Qian Jin gave him a sharp wink.

Wei Xiongtu had nothing to say, and saying anything would be useless.

The excited cheers of the students preparing for the exam drowned out the sounds of bus bells and horns coming from the street, turning the entire study room into a sea of ​​celebration.

There is a severe shortage of materials for the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao)!
This thing is even more precious than a teacher!

Some young people lifted Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu up.

Qian Jin did not expect the young people to react so strongly.

He always felt that someone was taking advantage of him to pinch his buttocks.

Wei Xiongtu was in an even worse situation; he didn't have a belt and used a rope to tie his waist.

The youths moved too fast and pulled the rope loose, causing him to shout hoarsely, "My pants! My pants..."

Qian Jin wanted to take a few students preparing for the college entrance exam to help Wei Xiongtu move, but Wei Xiongtu said that he didn't have much at his uncle's house, just a roll of bedding and a few changes of clothes for different seasons.

“I originally had quite a few books,” Wei Xiongtu said with some regret. “My aunt gave them all away.”

Qian Jin had already sensed something was wrong: "Your uncle's family treats you very badly!"

Wei Xiongtu said casually, "It's alright, after all, I'm the one who caused them trouble."

Qian Jin said, "Don't be so infuriating. Don't always look for blame on yourself when something happens."

"Using others to make yourself happy—that's the right way to live!"

"Let's go, I'll help you move."

Wei Xiongtu's uncle's family lives in the Chengbei District, so his daily commute by bicycle takes more than an hour and a half, which is very tiring.

Compared to the old city's southern district, the northern district is a later-developed urban area. It is somewhat lacking in resources in terms of living, education, and medical care, but the newly built workers' new village has resulted in a better living environment.

Wei Xiongtu's maternal uncle's family lived in the new village for workers of the machinery factory.

This is a new building that was delivered last year. It consists of five-story buildings arranged in rows, with eight buildings in each row from east to west. Each building is divided into eight independent rooms, with each room having a minimum area of ​​35 square meters.

Qian walked through the neighborhood, carefully observing the environment and architectural style.

Before the reform and opening up, housing styles were still very conservative.

Although named Workers' New Village, it was still built in the style of Soviet-style tenement buildings.

They feature red brick exteriors and flat roofs, with each floor sharing a long corridor and communal toilets. The ground floor has rows of open balconies, and a notable improvement is that each apartment has its own individual kitchen. It was already past working hours.

The Soviet-style pointed roofs glowed orange-red in the November evening sunset, and the apartment building had old-fashioned security doors. As soon as you entered, you could smell the aroma of stir-fried cabbage.

Wei Xiongtu's maternal uncle's family lived in the westernmost unit on the third floor.

As they went upstairs, the women queuing at the public water taps all turned their heads, their gazes fixed on Qian Jin like searchlights.

Wei Xiongtu was very aware of his dependence on others; his footsteps were even lighter than a cat's, and his voice was even softer.

"I don't have much stuff. You can wait outside for a bit. I'll go in and pack up and then leave."

Qian Jin nodded. He could smell the aroma of stewed meat, but he also smelled the pungent odor of 666 powder.

The building is full of new houses.

Wei Xiongtu opened the vermilion door of his maternal uncle's house, and Qian Jin was almost blinded by the light—

Behind the door hangs a large glass mirror, a rarity these days, reflecting the oil painting "Comrade Leader Goes to Anyuan" on the opposite wall.

Wei Xiongtu cautiously headed towards the kitchen, when Qian Jin caught a glimpse of the two characters 'cattle pen' scrawled crookedly on the kitchen door with a brush.

His brows furrowed immediately as he opened the door and went inside.

A woman came out at the sound, her plump, round face showing disdain: "Hey, Wei family, why are you off work so early today?"

She saw Qian Jin, and after scrutinizing him from head to toe, she asked with some surprise and uncertainty, "Comrade, what do you do?"

Wei Xiongtu introduced, "Auntie, this is my colleague..."

"Another old mover?" Auntie's expression immediately turned disgusted again. "What are you doing bringing your cronies to our house?"

"Let me tell you, it's fine if you freeload, but if you..."

"He's freeloading?" Qian Jin couldn't take it anymore. "Lady, I'd like to ask, where did my colleague's bicycle voucher go?"

"A bicycle voucher with a speed axle like that would be enough to buy a year's worth of food in any household, right?"

His aunt rolled her eyes at him without any attempt to hide it.
"What are you saying, Wei family member? What are you doing? Oh, you've come to work with your coworkers, and you've brought them to cause trouble for us?"

“You insisted on giving those vouchers to your uncle, it’s not that our family wanted your things.”

“If you’re reluctant to give it to me, just say so. I’ll go get it for you right now. Don’t think my family is taking advantage of you.”

That's what they said, but the woman didn't do anything at all.

Wei Xiongtu was about to push the money in and out the door when he whispered:
"It's okay for me to suffer a little, but don't suffer along with me, and don't get upset or get into trouble because of me, otherwise I will have no face to face you in the future."

Then he turned around and explained, "My colleague didn't mean that, Auntie, you've misunderstood..."

"What misunderstanding? Look at you, so capable now, you can even bring your colleagues to my house. And look at this colleague, wow, he's really impressive." Aunt sneered.

"When we took you in, we made a three-point agreement: you were not allowed to bring any bad friends back, or you would have to move out of our house right away. We are a good family, and we can't just take in anyone!"

Wei Xiongtu said, "Yes, I came back today to pack my things because I'm moving out."

My aunt was stunned: "You're moving away? Where are you moving to?"

Wei Xiongtu laughed and said, "Go to Taishan Road. There's an empty house there. I'm planning to move in with my sister and daughter."

My aunt blinked rapidly, wanting to say something but unable to, and stammered for a moment.

Qian Jin found it very interesting.

She didn't seem to want Wei Xiongtu to move out.

Could it be that this aunt is all bark and no bite, and actually still has feelings for Wei Xiongtu?
Wei Xiongtu quickly answered his question:

"Aunt, you go about your business, there's no need to trouble you with your help."

"But from now on, you'll have to clean up and take out the trash yourself. I won't be able to cook for you anymore, and it seems like tutoring Xiangming won't be possible anymore..."

Qian Jin was angry.

He still thought too highly of this woman.

My aunt wrapped her thin satin cotton-padded jacket tighter around herself, and for a moment she didn't know what to say, so she kicked the washbasin by the door.

The enamel basin knocked open the kitchen door, revealing its entirety.

The four-square-meter space was crammed with a coal stove, a cupboard, and a bedding roll. The bedding roll, tucked between the cupboard and the coal pile, was stained a dark brown.

Dusty cured meats and sausages hung from the tar paper ceiling. The only window that let in light was covered with plastic sheeting, on which a world map was drawn in pen, but many of the small islands were blurred by the soot.

Qian Jin could no longer tolerate it.

He pushed Wei Xiongtu into the kitchen, closed the door, and began to scold him: "With your soft-hearted nature, how can you be a teacher? How can you teach outstanding students?"

"This is your aunt, your own aunt? She's always treated you like this and you've just put up with it?!"

Wei Xiongtu said with a wry smile, "When you're under someone's roof, you have no choice but to bow your head."

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Don't give me that. No wonder Teacher Wei wanted to take Xiao Tangyuan away. If Xiao Tangyuan is bullied like this every day, she'll definitely develop pediatric depression!"

"I'm asking you, do you still want to maintain contact with this kind of relative in the future?"

Wei Xiongtu shook his head and said, "From now on, we'll keep to ourselves and her family doesn't want to associate with me anymore."

Qian Jin asked, "Besides giving them bicycle vouchers, what else did you give them?"

Wei Xiongtu said, "Then there are some books and some grains, dried vegetables, and pickled vegetables that I brought back from the countryside."

Qian Jin said, "Let's get the bicycle voucher back for Teacher Wei to use!"

Wei Xiongtu said helplessly, "You don't understand my uncle's family. We can't get it back."

"Forget it, I'll leave this time and never have anything to do with them again."

Qian Jin sneered: "You don't understand me at all!"

As a result, my aunt heard their discussion outside, and she pushed open the door and shouted:
"What are you doing in my house? What do you want?"

"Mom and Dad, come back quickly! See what the Wei family is up to!"

An elderly man and woman rushed back from the water room; the old man was carrying a newspaper, and the old woman's hands were wet.

"What are you doing? What would that kid dare to do?"

"Get him out of here! He's not allowed to live in our house anymore! Lu Changfan is our son-in-law who married into our family, look how powerful his family is!"

Qian Jin was good at head-on confrontations, and said as he left:

“Wei Xiongtu will leave your house soon. His wages as a nanny will be used to offset your lodging and meal expenses. Now, return the bicycle vouchers that you took from him!”

My aunt, with her neck stiffened, said, "Why should I?"

"We didn't steal or rob anyone. He gave us the bicycle voucher himself. Now you want it back? Dream on!"

Qian Jin laughed upon hearing this: "Why should I? Because I'm giving you a chance right now."

"If you return the coupon now, nothing will happen; otherwise, you'll regret it!"

Aunt chuckled and pointed at him contemptuously, saying, "What makes you think you're so great, you old geezer?"

Wei Xiongtu quickly packed his bedding and a few books, saying, "Forget it, let's go quickly. Don't get into trouble because of me, and don't let my affairs bother you."

He didn't want to cause trouble for Qian Jin.

But Qian Jin felt he was too soft and didn't understand that struggle meant fighting.

The enemy is like a spring; the weaker you are, the stronger they become.

When his aunt realized he had backed down, she became even more ruthless. She then noticed a notebook on his bedding roll, grabbed some tongs, picked it up, and threw it into the stove.

Sparks landed on Qian Jin's work shoes.

Qian Jin was furious.

Wei Xiongtu rushed over to help, but his forehead knocked into the coal ash from the enamel mug on the stove, turning the red characters for "Model Worker" on the mug brown.

"You damned old bastard, 8+1!" Auntie poked Wei Xiongtu with her sharp fingernails. "This jar was an award your uncle won in 1971. If you break it, let's see how you, a poor old 8+1, will pay for it!"

Qian Jin stomped on the enamel pot, crushing it, and then pulled out a red armband from the security task force from his bag, slamming it on the table: "Pay with this!"

My aunt took a closer look and gasped.

She hadn't expected that this old rascal was actually a member of the security task force; he was not someone to be trifled with.

But the old man and woman didn't care about any of that. When they saw Qian Jin break their enamel mug, they bared their teeth and claws, ready to attack him.
"You bastard, how dare you lay a hand on me in my house? I'll break your arm..."

"Don't even think about leaving until you pay up, you worthless bastard, you piece of trash who wouldn't even let a bitch fuck him..."

"Enough!" A loud roar suddenly rang out.

Wei Xiongtu's handsome face flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He suddenly erupted, reaching into his purse and pulling out a triangular military dagger, lunging at his aunt:
"You can insult me, laugh at me, and mock me all you want! But you're not allowed to treat my comrades like this!"

Qian Jin quickly grabbed him around the lower back.

This time it was his turn to persuade Wei Xiongtu: "Hey, hey, brother-in-law, don't be like this. Our family still needs to live a good life..."

Wei Xiongtu's thin body burst forth with tremendous power as he desperately charged forward:

"I've been working like a beast of burden for you all day long, like a slave, what more do you want! I've already said I'm moving out, what more do you want!"

"You want to force me to my death, don't you? Let me tell you, I won't die!"

"You think you can do whatever you want to my comrades as you do to me? You're mistaken!"

The sharp triangular bayonet swung wildly in the narrow kitchen, slicing a gash across the door panel with a 'sizzle'.

These are sharp tools meticulously crafted by veteran blacksmiths!
The elderly couple immediately turned and ran, shouting, "Call the police! Go call the police!"

My aunt was so frightened that her face contorted and she staggered backward, crashing into the mirror and knocking it off with a crash.

Just then, a young man's voice rang out from outside: "What's wrong with Grandpa and Grandma? What happened at home?"

The old man's joyful voice rang out: "Xiang Ming, you're finally back, and with your classmates too? Good, that's wonderful."

"Quickly, you all go inside! Criminals have broken into our house and are vandalizing and looting. Go and deal with them!"

Upon hearing this, several young men became excited and rushed in, pulling open the door.

But the sharp bayonets instantly calmed them down.

The leading youth looked at Wei Xiongtu, who was holding a military dagger and whose eyes were bloodshot: "Hey, Wei family, are you crazy?"

When facing his students, Wei Xiongtu quickly regained his composure.

Qian Jin snatched the dagger from the general and stuffed it back into his bag, saying, "Let's go first, we'll talk about this later, and we'll get the vouchers back later."

This brother-in-law has a terrifying temper.

I guess they were born in the Year of the Ox.

It's always been limp, but when stimulated, it can suddenly become engorged and hard.

His explosion rendered Qian Jin's subsequent plans impossible to carry out. He needed to calm down first, otherwise, if someone was injured, there would be no way to clean up the mess.

Qian Jin has a way to deal with this family without causing any harm.

The young man leading the group asked Ming, "Who are you? Where are you going?"

Qian Jin ignored him, turned around and used his military dagger to cross out the words 'cattle pen' and change it to 'study'.

He told his panicked aunt, "Teacher Wei isn't some old 8+1 teacher; he's an excellent teacher who can produce college students!"

Xiang Ming and his group looked at Wei Xiongtu, who was silently picking up his bedding, and immediately understood what he meant.

A young man asked, "Teacher Wei, you...you don't live here anymore?"

Wei Xiongtu nodded silently.

The young man said dejectedly, "Xiangming, I told you before, your family should show more respect to Teacher Wei, otherwise he will leave sooner or later."

The chubby young man behind shouted a famous line from "Tracks in the Snowy Forest": "Old Nine can't leave!"

"Teacher Wei, you're our teacher. Who will tutor us if you leave? Why don't you come stay at my house? You can eat and stay for free. My family will definitely respect your decision..."

"Fatty, don't talk nonsense," Xiang Ming said firmly. "It's alright, even if we lose Butcher Zhang, we'll still have to eat hairy pork, right?"

"Didn't we hear this afternoon that a large study room with excellent facilities opened on Taishan Road? I just got more news that a new teacher has joined that study room."

“I have friends there. I’ll take you there to study. It’ll definitely be better than following this Wei family!”

Qian Jin laughed heartily upon hearing this.

Xiang Ming pointed at him and said, "What the hell are you laughing at? What the hell do you think you are?"

Qian Jin slowly put on the red armband and said:

"My name is Qian Jin. I am the deputy captain of the Taishan Road security task force, the chief captain of the labor task force, and the captain of the study task force."

"There's a strange coincidence. The study room you mentioned, whose full name should be the Study Commando Classroom, was set up by me."

"What's even more coincidental is that the new teacher you mentioned at the Taishan Road study room is this Teacher Wei!"

The young people were stunned.

Xiang Ming instinctively said, "You're just talking nonsense!"

Qian Jin laughed and pushed him away: "Whether it's nonsense or not, you can come with me and see for yourself."

"However, I advise you not to go, because it's a waste of your time; the study room doesn't welcome you!"

As he spoke, he took the bedding roll and went downstairs first.

The shouts and curses from the third-floor window were quickly drowned out by the chatter from the public water tap.

The fat young man caught up with him and shouted, "You weren't just bragging, you really are Qian Jin!"

Qian Jin raised his arm to show him the red armband: "Since you know Qian Jin, you should know that he is the deputy captain of the Taishan Road Security Assault Team."

The young man who had chased after them looked dejected: "Damn, we're doomed!"

"I've already said it before, Xiangming, your family needs to treat Teacher Wei better. You guys are bullying her too much!"

Qian Jin glanced at the young man and said, "At least you have a conscience and a sense of justice."

"Then go to the study room. A young person like you who can distinguish right from wrong should definitely go to university."

The young man immediately laughed: "Hey, thanks, Principal Qian!"

The chubby young man panicked: "Principal Qian, Teacher Wei, please wait!"

"I'm not trying to cover it up. Ask Ma Chuanzi, I always do the same thing. Ask Teacher Wei, my mom even gave you a notebook as a thank you gift for tutoring me!"

Wei Xiongtu nodded: "All five of them are good young men."

Qian Jin said, "Alright, Teacher Wei is a good teacher. He doesn't want to ruin your future and wants to send you to university. So go to the study room on Taishan Road."

The chubby young man was quick-witted and immediately said, "Principal Qian, don't worry, we'll sever ties with Xiang Ming!"

"Actually, we really disapprove of how his family treats Teacher Wei. We've tried to persuade him, but we're neither relatives nor his family's superiors, so our words don't carry any weight..."

Qian Jin waved his hand: "I believe you."

"Also, don't worry, we educators don't draw lines. As long as you are upright and kind young people, our study room welcomes you!"

The young people breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian Jin continued, "There are two kinds of people I hate the most in my life. The first is people who try to draw lines, and the second is people who haven't distanced themselves from Xiang Ming's family!"

The young men looked at each other in bewilderment, then turned and ran away.

Xiangming called out to them.

The louder they shouted, the faster they ran.

P.S.: Another day of intensive updates! I hope those of you with monthly tickets can support me. Thank you so much! Wishing all my brothers and sisters good health and good health to your families.

(End of this chapter)