Qingshan Village over there definitely won't oppose.
Liu Chuanfu stomped his feet, hands behind his back, and headed towards the brigade headquarters located in Qingshan Village.
The next day, everyone went to work. At noon, during lunch break, an excited Educated Youth said—
"Hey, did you hear? Qingliu Primary School is reopening! They need six teachers."
"Really? Qingliu Primary School is hiring teachers? What are the requirements?"
"What requirements could there be? At least they must have graduated from middle school and be able to teach those elementary students."
"I doubt it. Have you heard about that Teacher Yan? He didn't even finish elementary school, can't read a newspaper fully, yet he's a primary school language teacher!"
"...He's a model worker injured on the job, that's different."
Just like the initially recommended college students, it wasn't their knowledge but their calloused hands that were relied upon.
