Han Xiaoyi asked, "Principal Zhu, do you still have this issue of "Youth Literature"? I want to buy a copy!"

"No need to buy it. The school bought a hundred copies and all Chinese teachers will give one copy. You are still a Chinese teacher now, so of course you have one."

Han Xiaoyi said, "There are a hundred books? There are so many Chinese teachers in the school. Can I buy ten books?"

"Haha, no, the school's Chinese teacher will get one point, the education bureau leader will get one as a gift, and the principal of the brother school will get one or two copies. How can a hundred copies be enough?"

Secretary Ma regretfully said, "There must be many teachers and students who want to buy it. The school should have wholesaled 500 copies."

"Secretary Ma is right. We will contact you early this time and we will wholesale 500 copies in the next issue. Not only will it be convenient for teachers and students, but the school will also spend a little money. It is definitely the best of both worlds."

Principal Zhu said, "I have been engaged in education for most of my life, and retired within a few years. I have come into contact with thousands of students, and I found that kid Huang Han to be so special. It's incredible!"

Ma Zhishu said, "I have taught thousands of students, but I still can't understand that little guy. The clothes he has been wearing these two days are so beautiful! His family seems to have really become rich, and he can really make a lot of money selling tea eggs.

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Principal Zhu said, "I have never done business in my life. I really don't know. Teacher Han should know the situation best."

Han Xiaoyi said, "I don't know the specific situation very well, but I know that the very special schoolbags carried by many students in the school are also made by Huang Han's family."

Principal Zhu suddenly realized, "No wonder, no wonder, that kind of schoolbag is really good. It seems that Huang Han's family is not only smart, but his parents are also very smart.

This shows that we cannot stick to the rules! I went to the Education Bureau a few days ago and heard from the leaders that our county has begun drastic reforms!"

Ma Zhishu said, "Nowadays, more and more people are engaged in side jobs. Suddenly, there are many chickens and ducks near my house. They are raised by neighbors. It is said that they can make a lot of money."

"Ah? Doesn't the neighborhood committee care? How can residents raise free-range chickens and ducks?"

"Of course we take care of it, but it's useless. Some people don't realize it. When the people in charge are gone, they let the chickens and ducks out to eat wild food, leaving chicken and duck feces everywhere in the alley."

"Isn't this a bit too much? Do you still need urban sanitation?"

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Han Xiaoyi excitedly walked into the classroom with "Youth Literature and Art". Because the final exam was approaching, the stories in the activity class had stopped, and the students in Classes 3 and 4 were all practicing the questions.

Teacher Xiao Han said loudly, "Zhang Chunmei, Huang Han, please come to the podium!"

Huang Han, who was immersed in writing the lyrics card of "Walking on the Country Road" in the last row, raised his head and looked at Han Xiaoyi with a confused look on his face.

Zhang Chunmei had already seen the "Youth Literature" in the hands of Teacher Xiao Han and suddenly felt dizzy.

It was so long-awaited that it was so uncomfortable to wait. Zhang Chunmei was so excited that she was so excited that she couldn't stand up for a while.

What's going on? Didn't the two children hear me calling them?

Teacher Xiao Han raised her voice again and said, "Zhang Chunmei, Huang Han, your compositions have been published in this issue of "Youth Literature and Art". Principal Zhu has entrusted me to give each of you a copy of this issue of "Youth Literature and Art"."

It turned out that this was what happened, Huang Han said as he walked, "Thank you, Teacher Han, thank you, Principal Zhu, Secretary Ma, and all the teachers and students!"

Why does this kid act like a leader on stage to give a report? Han Xiaoyi looked helpless.

Zhang Chunmei was so excited that she couldn't speak or move her feet. But the next second she stopped being excited because she burst out laughing.

"Teacher Han, shouldn't there be royalties? The school sent us both away after giving one person a book?"

Originally, the whole class was looking at Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei with admiration, envy, and admiration. Suddenly, when they heard this, they looked at each other in astonishment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Teacher Xiao Han couldn't help but laugh. Fortunately, she knew that Huang Han refused the subsidy for extremely poor students, and it was not because he was jealous of money, and said

"How many dollars can the school save you in royalties? These two books were specially given to you two by Principal Zhu."

"Haha, I just told a joke to amuse you. Look at Zhang Chunmei. Does she look as normal now? She was shaking with excitement just now. I'm afraid she hurt her body."

Zhang Chunmei was so embarrassed that she said angrily, "Huang Han, you are talking nonsense, I didn't tremble at all."

"I'm kidding you! Class beauty, you got what you wanted, shouldn't you sing a song for your classmates?"

The friends immediately cheered and said, "The beauty of the class comes to sing a song, the beauty of the class comes to sing a song..."

"Gee, no problem, I invite classmate Huang Han to sing "Walking on the Country Road"."

"Okay! Come one from Huang Han, come one from Huang Han..." The students cheered even more enthusiastically.

"...with a smile written on your face, hum a country song, and let your thoughts fly in the evening breeze..."

The students were basically able to sing this song, and they all kept up with the rhythm and had a great time singing.

Classes 3 and 4 were very lively again. Children from the next class immediately gathered around and looked at the two leading singers with envious eyes.

When Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei were singing, they found that Teacher Xiao Han was also singing happily with the whole class. After singing, he took the lead in cheering:

"Students, let's ask Teacher Han to sing a song together, shall we?"

The friends were in high spirits. They immediately clapped their hands rhythmically and followed Huang Han in unison: "Teacher Han, come on, let's play a song, Teacher Han, come on, let's play a song..."

At this time, outside the window, the door was already crowded with little heads from Classes 3 and 5, and 3 and 6. These students also shouted along.

Teacher Xiao Han, whose face was glowing, adjusted his mood and said openly, "Okay! Let me sing "Night at the Military Port" to the students!"

"Okay! Warmly welcome, classmates!" Huang Han responded immediately.

"Army, cough cough... Military port, cough cough cough..."

Singing is not Teacher Xiao Han's strong point. She was embarrassed because she suddenly couldn't find the tune.

Huang Han quickly came to the rescue and sang, "The night at the military port is so quiet..."

With Huang Han as the starting point, Teacher Xiao Han immediately took over, "The waves rocked the battleship gently, and the young sailors rested their heads on the waves..."

She sang soulfully and her mezzo-soprano was quite pleasant.

"Good! It sounds good! It sounds so good!"

"Crackling..." There was a wave of applause, and Teacher Huang also cheered loudly at the back door of the classroom.

The children in Classes 3 and 6 are extremely envious. The students with good grades are looking forward to taking the exam early. They hope that they can become Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei's classmates after being divided into classes in the fourth grade.

The children in Classes 3 and 5 are a little disappointed, because the former king has faded away, and the newly rising Class 3 and 4 are all the limelight in the school.

Shen Xiaorong did not run into the classroom of Classes 3 and 4 this time. She saw the "Youth Literature" in Zhang Chunmei's hand and felt sad at the moment.

She used to be someone that her third grade classmates looked up to, but now she is being compared to Zhang Chunmei and Huang Han.

She secretly swore that she would write her essays with all her heart, and she would strive to have one article selected for publication in "Youth Literature" in the fourth grade.

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