The afternoon sun shines in the office, which is particularly bright.

The beautifully growing Clivia sways in the north corner of the desk. Under the shadow of the room, there are two thermos bottles, one red and one green, and a washbasin stand and a washbasin.

In the era when there was no water supply in the office, there were clean washbasins and thermoses, and artificial water supply was almost the most luxurious enjoyment. Zhongnan Sea is not the case.

Sitting in such an office, Lao Feng became more imposing from thin air.

He said earnestly to Yang Rui: "Our textbook writing team is appointed by the provincial department to supplement the new textbooks of the central government. It has high administrative levels and personnel and funds are given priority. You can seconded Yang Rui to me, which will not only allow him to fully utilize his abilities, but also help us better complete the tasks assigned by our superiors. Two or three years later, we will complete the textbook compilation and reward our merits, and we can also give others a bright future. If you force him to stay in the village, you will still be the same after two years, why bother?"

Zhao Dannian smiled bitterly: "It's not that I don't give it to you, it's that I can't give it to you."

"Old Zhao! I know you treat Xibao Middle School as your son, but you can't delay other people's sons. It's fine if you make jokes about other things. You have to listen to me for this matter." Lao Feng's tone suddenly became stern and gentle, and he seemed to have figured out Zhao Dannian's spleen and stomach, and knew how to deal with this old-fashioned angry young man.

Zhao Dannian said helplessly: "I know."

"You don't know - what a good opportunity this is." Old Feng sighed.

The 1980s was an era of cherishing and valuing talents.

The more grassroots you are, the more you pay attention to talents. There are both competitions for departmental interests and many ideas about cherishing talents for the sake of the country.

Although in the eyes of many people in later generations, "to work hard for the party, the country and the people" is as unreliable as "welcome to drink plenty of water", in the 1980s, countless people did practice it with their bodies.

Being able to publish articles in newspapers and magazines is a symbol of talent. There were many celebrities and officials in later generations who completed their initial leap because of an article, a poem, or a letter.

In order to convince Zhao Dannian, Lao Feng simply took out a number of magazines from the bookshelf, took out Yang Rui's articles one by one, and pointed them out to Zhao Dannian.

He really likes the articles written by Yang Rui.

Among them, there are papers copied by Yang Rui, articles he copied and revised, and there are two or three, or they are purely written by him.

After working as a tutor for several years, Yang Rui had already had various ideas and ideas. He wanted to write and publish them, but it was just a boring academic journal in later generations. Not only did he not issue a copy fee for publishing articles, he also had to charge writers hundreds or even thousands of yuan for "page fees" ranging from hundreds or even thousands of yuan. Those with a slightly higher level had to ask someone to get in touch or even bribe. As a young man from a private enterprise, Yang Rui was really powerless about such a complex project.

Back in the 1980s, the inherent obstacles disappeared and new obstacles had not yet been born. For researchers, it was a wonderful era.

Yang Rui couldn't help but add two works that really belonged to him in the copied articles.

At this time, people's ideas and discussions are quite valuable for the study of the college entrance examination, and it is normal for them to be published.

In Lao Feng's eyes, the person who published so many articles at once must be a person with a story. He said sympathetically: "You have to pay attention to it. Even if Yang Rui doesn't understand, you have to understand it and persuade him and tell him that it is the reform and opening up now, and the times are different. In the future, no one will say that the more knowledge you have, the more you oppose it. On the contrary, we will protect talents, respect talents, and value talents... In fact, this comrade should also have a understanding. Look, so many articles are published in a concentrated manner, probably because he has accumulated over the years. Is it the so-called accumulation of strength? People have not given up on learning and education for so many years. Then we have the responsibility and obligation to give this comrade an explanation."

He obviously regarded Yang Rui as an intellectual who insisted on striving and learning during the movement.

Although the movement ended for several years, people who wrote words were still very careful after that era.

There were many intellectuals who had been quiet for several years. Not everyone had a rough nerve and cheered when they heard the horn of reform.

Old Feng was also a person who was knocked down and stood up again. He was very sympathetic to people like "Yang Rui". He asked seriously: "What is his current position? Do he have any positions?"

Zhao Dannian was still in shock and murmured: "No organization."

"Not a staffing? Or a substitute teacher? Then you won't let anyone go? It's such a mess!" Lao Feng's voice rose, he stood up, took two steps, waved his hand, and said slowly: "It's not your fault. There are many comrades in the past few years, and the work to be re-arranged is also very heavy. Look at this, I'll find a way to organize the staffing. You send people to me first, don't delay it anymore. Let such excellent talents waste their youth. It's our mistake and the loss of the country..."

Zhao Dannian was extremely immunized and asked without answering a question: "Are these written by Yang Rui alone?"

"They are all signed by an author... Most of them are research in middle school education, and there is also a little bit in literature, mainly science popularization and science fiction." Lao Feng did not read magazines such as "Science Pictorial". Journals such as "Science Pictorial" have academic nature and should be taken more seriously.

Zhao Dannian read a few short articles in disbelief, then carefully read the signatures on it, but did not speak for a long time.

Lao Feng repeatedly urged him.

Zhao Dannian then said slowly: "Yang Rui, I know one, but I am not a teacher in our school."

"What does it mean? Is his signature wrong or what?"

"You don't understand what I mean. If the Yang Rui you said was the Yang Rui I knew, he was not a teacher in our school, but maybe a student." Zhao Dannian said it in one breath. If it weren't for being forced to do so tightly, he would at least have to go back to school and confirm that Yang Rui was a student in the school.

Lao Feng rubbed his ears and repeated: "Student? What age is the student?"

"At ten years old, a student who returned to the class." Zhao Dannian recalled the chat with Yang Rui and said, "Maybe twenty-one or two years old, if I went to school early."

"Are you sure?"

"How can I be sure of this?" Zhao Dannian and a half-year-old lying on the sofa, with an expression that he couldn't control, and said, "Anyway, there is only one Yang Rui in our Xibao Middle School."

Old Feng was not sure now and said in confusion: "Did you... really make a mistake?"

Zhao Dannian touched his nose unnaturally and pretended to drink tea.

Lao Feng had known him for a long time, and when he saw this guy's appearance, he immediately woke up: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Sayed."

"Then say it again."

"You old guy!" Zhao Dannian acted like a red guard.

Lao Feng was unmoved and even more urged him.

Zhao Dannian said, "Do you still remember when I came in and asked you if the province has issued new internal exercises or materials?"

"Hmm? I answered it. Everyone is busy preparing the package for new textbooks. How can I get the time to write exercises for old textbooks?" Lao Feng said about the new textbooks released this year, which will accompany the post-80s generation for a long time.

"It's not the supporting facilities of the old textbooks, it's...how to say it's a whole set of new things..." Zhao Dannian shook his head and said, "What I mean to tell you is that it was made by Yang Rui."

Old Feng didn't understand: "Which Yang Rui is this?"

"Where are so many Yang Rui? This is the only one in our Xibao Middle School, and Yang Rui, a student."

"Oh...oh! You mean, this student Yang Rui made a set of textbooks by himself?" Lao Feng then realized and asked, "Where is the question?"

Zhao Dannian took out a few papers from his briefcase. These were the first batch of printed paper and mimeographers from the school. According to his request, Yang Rui sent them.

As for what happened in recent days, Zhao Dannian himself is completely unaware of it.

Old Feng swept over with all his eyes and soon fell into a wonderful mood, like... something he had imagined for a long time suddenly exploded in his brain in a way closer to his own thinking.

For a man born in the 1930s, this feeling of knowing what he wants is even better than himself, too fresh, too addictive, and too incredible.

"Call this... no, I'm going to see this Yang Rui!" Old Feng hurriedly put away the newspapers on the coffee table, and he seemed to be leaving immediately. Then, he suddenly stopped and slapped his forehead: "It's broken!"

"It's broken? So what's wrong? Can you stop being surprised?"

"It's bad, it's bad..." Old Feng slapped his forehead and circled around the office for two rounds.

"Talk about things, tell things..." Zhao Dannian grabbed him.

Lao Feng shook his head: "Do you still remember Huang Weiping?"

"Why don't you remember? It's so terrible. We were drinking together when we returned to our hometown two years ago. Didn't he go back to the capital and what office did he enter? That boy has a high education and good luck. What's wrong with him?"

"He called yesterday and asked about this Yang Rui."

"ah?"

Old Feng sighed and said, "Because the signature is from Hedong Province, I asked me if I know this person. I said I don't know, but..."

"But what? Do you say you're done at once?"

"I told you my speculation."

"What speculation?" Zhao Dannian actually guessed something, and he didn't want to ask.

Old Feng slapped his forehead: "You think, so many articles are published all at once, and they are all very mature ideas... I thought at that time that if this was not a teacher who had been working on the front line all year round, a scholar who had been studying education for a long time, since it was from your old Zhao's Xibao Middle School, and Huang Weiping was asking, I would have said some of my own guesses, which would be a few good words."

Zhao Dannian's face turned green: "What good things did you say?"

"I just said..." Lao Feng whispered: "I just said that he is likely to be an educator who has not yet been rehabilitated, and an educator who has been continuing to study and study for a long time. Otherwise, he would not be able to write such a level or such a large number of quality articles..."

"Old Feng, Old Feng..." Zhao Dannian was so angry that she smoked in her nose. She stood up and pointed at him, lit her hands again and again, and scolded: "Why are you guessing? Don't you know how to call me?"

"You have the nerve to say, the phone number in your school is different nine times ten times."

"You can't wait?" Zhao Dannian's voice jumped high.

Old Feng also had blue veins on his forehead. After hearing Zhao Dannian's words, he softened and whispered: "Huang Weiping asked in a hurry, I can't wait."

Zhao Dannian also calmed down a little and said strangely: "I'm in a hurry to ask? Why is he anxious about this?"

Lao Feng lowered his head: "Huang Weiping said it was a meeting. Someone took out two articles written by Yang Rui as a typical example and said it at the meeting. The participants were curious and asked me to ask the author's thoughts."

Zhao Dannian said sensitively: "What can?"

"I didn't ask, it might be about new textbooks, or it might be a retreat on the education front..."

Zhao Dannian was startled: "Central?"

"Otherwise. I thought at the time that the opportunity was rare. Let's say a good thing. Yang Rui may not take many detours and can help others recover some time. How could I get it? How could this be a student?" Lao Feng clapped his hands.

Zhao Dannian was speechless and sat up for a long time before sitting up, saying, "Why would you call Huang Weiping? Explain it?"

"What are you talking about? Yesterday's meeting must have been finished now. I'm not Huang Weiping wants to know if he wants to tell me. Besides, it's still hard to say whether this Yang Rui is Yang Rui." Old Feng was in a mess.

"Maybe someone was curious at that time, and it happened to be asked, and it would be passed after that."

"Maybe."
Chapter completed!