Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

"Okay, this is the manager of your No. 95 courtyard. I have a vacancy for the manager of your No. 95 courtyard. I hope everyone can actively participate in the election.

At the next general meeting of the hospital, the first steward, Yan Bugui, and the second steward, Gong Xiaohui, will announce who the third steward's people are. "

"Director Wang, can anyone be elected as the manager?" Xu Damao stood up from the crowd and asked his question.

If we were to say who in the courtyard has the greatest desire for power, it would definitely be Liu Haizhong and Xu Damao.

Both of them wanted to become small leaders in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, but unfortunately neither of them realized it.

For this reason, Liu Haizhong cares so much about his status as the manager of the courtyard house.

Since I can't be a small leader in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, it would be nice to be a leader of a courtyard house.

Unfortunately, the manager in Liu Haizhong was eventually lost due to his own reasons.

Xu Damao has become a father recently. He wants to be a leader in the factory and has studied many ways to become a leader, but unfortunately he has not succeeded.

The main thing is that the directors and ministers don't buy his ideas. They don't ask him to entertain guests from outside units, except for occasionally asking him to show a movie.

If Li Huaide, the Minister of Logistics, was still in office, Xu Damao would also be able to sit at the table and drink and eat with the leaders.

such a pity……

Xu Damao, who felt that he was being left out in the cold at the factory, now heard what Director Wang from the Street Office said, and naturally decided to seek a small job as a manager for himself.

Apart from anything else, being able to take care of this grandson, Sha Zhu, is also very good.

Director Wang glanced at the person who was speaking, Xu Damao, the projectionist at the Red Star Steel Mill. She had some impression of him.

"There are some requirements for the election of the Third Uncle Steward. As long as you are from your No. 95 courtyard, you are over 18 and under 45, have a job, and have at least a high school education. Regardless of gender, you can run for election!"

Director Wang had his own thoughts when making such an election request. Among the three uncles elected earlier, Yi Zhonghai went to jail, Liu Haizhong's appointment was revoked because of his low level of education and cognitive problems that led his son to a criminal path, and Yan Bugui was an elementary school teacher with good education, so he was not bad.

I've heard that he is stingy, but he treats his four children equally, so there's nothing to say about it.

After all, everyone has their own way of living.

As soon as Director Wang finished speaking, the people below started discussing more, and their voices became louder and louder.

After hearing the election conditions, Xu Damao's eyes lit up even more. He met every requirement and was the first to express his opinion.

"Director Wang, I, Xu Damao, am the first one to participate in the election for the position of the Third Uncle Manager!"

As soon as Xu Damao finished speaking and Director Wang hadn't answered yet, He Yuzhu said leisurely: "Shamao, can you do it?!"

"Get lost, you idiot!" Xu Damao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Whether this works or not is up to everyone, not you, idiot!"

The two enemies started quarreling with each other, and Director Wang's ears hurt from listening to it.

These two guys have been at odds with each other since they were young. Now that they have started their own families and careers, they are still like this.

Director Wang said sternly, "Alright, if you two have something to say, go and argue it later. We're in a meeting right now!"

"Ahem... the second thing we are talking about today is the election of the Third Uncle Steward. Neighbors who want to participate in the election can go to the First Uncle Yan Bugui to sign up. At the next general meeting, everyone can put the name of their choice in the ballot box. The First Uncle and the Second Uncle will call out the votes, and the one with the most votes will be elected as the Third Uncle Steward!"

Director Wang has participated in hundreds of hospital-wide conferences, if not thousands of times. When dealing with some noisy people, he has to be more polite and look more unpleasant!

As soon as Director Wang changed his expression, the people below immediately sat up straight and stopped whispering to each other.

"Okay, now that we have explained the second thing, let's start with the third thing."

Director Wang took the document in his hand and read it again. There were too many words and they were obscure and difficult to understand. Director Wang spoke so fast that the people below were about to fall asleep.

"…So in order to eliminate illiteracy and strive to become educated people, we have decided that every week, on Wednesday and Friday evenings, Yan Bugui, an old man from your courtyard, will provide compulsory education for everyone, teaching everyone to recognize characters for free, so that they can get rid of the embarrassment of not knowing a few characters. After knowing characters, they will not need to ask others for help in writing or reading letters. After the children know characters, they will have a big advantage in recruiting people in factories or units, and they may even become a worker comrade who can support a family…"

Yang Hehua listened very carefully for a while and concluded that the authorities, in order to recruit talents, strongly encouraged the people to learn to read.

The definition of illiteracy is that someone cannot recognize 1500 words.

The situation here in Sijiu City is relatively good. Most of the young people are sent to school by their elders. Some older people did not have the conditions to do so in the past.

This is the situation in the city, let alone in the countryside. Take the young and middle-aged people in Yangjia Village, Yang Hehua's hometown, for example. 86.3% of them are illiterate, and there is not a single literate person in the homes of poor peasants and lower-middle peasants.

In even more remote villages, there may be nearly thirty households, and twenty-seven of them have never been to school for three generations. Every household cannot even find a pencil. Even to write a letter, they may have to go to a town 10 kilometers away to ask someone to write for them.

Among the intellectuals living in No. 95 Siheyuan, Yang Hehua and her friends, the only one of the older generation who has some culture is Yan Bugui. The rest can just read a few words and write their own names, while some even know nothing at all.

There are people of Yang Hehua's age who can read, but not many.

Like the several poor households in the yard, they are completely blind.

It was precisely because he could not read that no one wanted to hire him when he went to the factory for a job. He could only do odd jobs, such as pasting paper boxes, and with the help from the street office and temporary jobs like sweeping the streets and collecting excrement, he could barely make a living.

If you want to have a way out, you have to learn a skill or go to school.

Just like Yang Hehua taught them the technology of growing bean sprouts in Yangjia Village and helped them find one or two sales channels at the beginning, life became a little better for everyone in the village.

Now that life is better and there is surplus food and money at home, we will think about sending our children to school.

Therefore, when everyone heard Director Wang talking about an old man in their courtyard, Yan Bugui, who wanted to teach everyone to read for free, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became lively.