Chapter 28 Chapter 27 Workers' Night School

one Just after the summer vacation, in the autumn of 1917, the Dharma Guardian War broke out. The Dharma Guardian Army marched into Hunan, and the garrison troops stationed in Hunan led by the Beiyang warlord Fu Liangzuo retreated steadily. The city of Changsha, which had been quiet for a few days, was once again chaotic. On this day, Kong Zhaoshou was holding a meeting of all teachers in the teaching office to discuss the matter of setting up a night school for workers in the First Division to popularize education for the common people. His idea has been around for a long time, but he has never been able to find time. Finally, this time he put out an enrollment advertisement. Unexpectedly, after more than ten days, only seven people signed up. Seeing that the night school was about to come to naught, in desperation, I had to ask the teachers to analyze the reason together.

Art teacher Huang Shutao flipped through the newspapers in the office, and shook his head at the first one: "The current situation is like this! Principal, even our school is in danger now, let alone a night school for workers?" Indeed, if you look at the pile of newspapers, which one is not full of shocking and gunpowder-flavored headlines: "Duan Qirui refuses to restore the contract, Sun Yat-sen electrifies the law protector to discuss Duan", "Qianyun, Guangxi and Guangdong declare independent Dharma protectors to go to war", "Hunan War Urgent Report: Southern Hunan Law Guards Enter Hengyang", "Hengshan is in an emergency, Fu's defenders reinforced the front line of Leiheng yesterday", "Hunan Governor Fu Liangzuo Order: Changsha will implement a curfew today"...

Fang Weixia also couldn't help sighing: "It should be our teacher's responsibility to run night schools and popularize education for civilians. I originally hoped that Governor Tan would be in Hunan, and Hunan would be more stable. Those of us who are engaged in education can also do something practical." , but it has only been stable for a few days? Sigh!" Other teachers are also chattering: "If you talk about the current situation, it is indeed chaotic, but the night school cannot be held, so it can't be said that it is all caused by the current situation, right?"

"But our admissions advertisement has been out for so long, and only seven people have signed up. How can such a school be managed?" "In my opinion, these people who work as coolies don't have the desire to study and make progress! Look, there is no money to study, all textbooks are free, and even pens, ink and paper are given away for free. Where can I find such a condition? ? This is to invite them to learn. If you invite him and he won’t come, what else can you say?” Listening to the teachers expressing their opinions, Kong Zhaoshou was a little shaken by his original thoughts: "So, we really made a mistake. The workers are really not interested in this night school?"

"I don't think it's necessary to come to a conclusion so early, right?" Yang Changji, who had never spoken, said suddenly, "If the night school can't be run because the workers are naturally not motivated, then there is one thing that I can't figure out. I remember that the headmaster first came up with the idea of ​​running a night school for workers. It came from seeing Mao Zedong teaching people to read on the street. Who was Mao Zedong? He was just a normal student. Why did he teach people how to read? Really, but we, with the power of a normal school, provide much better conditions for running a school than his one branch used as a pointer and a piece of mud as a blackboard, but we still can't recruit students. Does this make sense? "

All the teachers fell silent, the question was obviously very persuasive. "So, I believe that the workers are not responsible for not being able to recruit students. It must be that our methods are flawed. I mean, let's talk to Runzhi first." Mao Zedong was called into the teaching office by Kong Zhaoshou, and when he heard the ins and outs, he immediately patted his chest: This night school for workers will definitely be very popular among the workers!If the principal doesn't believe it, he can hand over the worker's night school to our alumni association. "Are you going to do it?" Yuan Jiliu on the side looked disbelieving, "You guys are still school children, and you still run a school? Just kidding!"

Seeing that the teachers seemed to have no confidence, Mao Zedong explained the reason, saying that it would not be long before the fifth-grade normal students became teachers on the podium. It is an opportunity for everyone to get in touch with the society and exercise themselves. His point of view was unanimously approved by the teachers.Kong Zhaoshou also nodded on the spot, and agreed to hand over the worker's night school to the Alumni Association, but there was also a condition: "At least 40 students must be recruited within ten days." After receiving the military order, Mao Zedong returned to the affairs office of the Alumni Association, immediately called all the members of the Alumni Association, and held an emergency meeting.

"For more than four years, I have been thinking about what can change our dilapidated society and save our country from internal and external troubles. In the past, we used to study and study, but is it useful to rely on the principles in books? If you read 10,000 books, won’t you still be unable to stop Tang Xiangming’s battalion? I also thought that one person can’t do it, we make friends, we form a group, but China is so big, it depends on a few scholars to work hard, relying on individuality Can we change the small group? It still won’t work! This summer study tour touched me even more. A land rich man can ride on the heads of so many tenants and do whatever he wants. Why? Because there are only a few scholars, because The real people in China are peasant workers and ordinary people. They are ignorant and honest. They can’t move. No matter how much you read, you are a bunch of students. It is something that must be done. We, a group of young people, can only really achieve something if we look down and stare at the broadest and lowest-level citizens."

His opening remarks immediately won everyone's approval. Mao Zedong struck while the iron was hot, and drew a simple topographical diagram on the small blackboard, centering on the First Normal University, going south to Monkey Stone, going north to West Lake Bridge, and concentrated black lead factories, printing factories, and yarn factories within ten miles. A dozen factories, large and small, such as iron factories and foundry factories, all bid out, and then announced: "These factories add up to at least 2,000 workers. And our task is to, within ten days, from the 2,000 workers, 40 students were recruited. Everyone said, do you dare to take this job?"

"Of course I dare...no problem." The backbone of the Alumni Association chattered a lot, and the new challenge made everyone's eyes sparkle with eagerness. "Okay! Let's do it!" Mao Zedong immediately assigned tasks to everyone, "I will draw up the admissions advertisement; Zijun and Kundi, you are responsible for contacting the police station and asking them for help to post the advertisement as much as possible on every street; Li Weihan and Luo Xuezan, you are responsible for preparing the registration form and receiving the registration; the others, together with Zhou Shizhao, clean up the classroom and prepare textbooks and materials."

He stretched out his hand: "Let's work hard together, and let Principal Kong and the teachers of the whole school see that we normal students are not only good at eating!" All the members of the alumni association held hands tightly. two Mao Zedong's pen was always quick, and the next day, he drew up an "Advertisement for Workers' Night School Enrollment" in plain language. The original text of the advertisement was as follows: Ladies and gentlemen, come and listen to me to say a few words: What is the most inconvenient thing for you?Do you know?As the saying goes, you can't write what you say, you can't recognize what you write, and you can't count what you know.They are all individuals. Looking at it this way, aren't they the same as wood and stone?So everyone needs some knowledge, how many characters can be written, how many characters can be recognized, and how many strokes can be counted, which will be beneficial.Even so, for those of you who work, you have to work, and there is no one to teach you. How to do this is really hard to come by.Now there is a best way, that is, our No. 1 Normal School runs a night school.This evening school is specially set up for the workers. From Monday to Saturday, the class is held at two o'clock every night. It teaches letter writing and accounting, which are used by you all the time.The handouts are distributed by us, and no money is required.There is no hindrance to attending classes at night and working with you.If you want to study, you should go to the teacher's room to sign up within a week. After the advertisement was drafted, some students of the Alumni Association immediately took it to mimeograph.Soon, with the help of the police, this recruitment advertisement was posted all over the street walls around the First Division.Other students moved tables and chairs, cleaned up, and soon arranged the classrooms for the workers' night school. But unexpectedly, a week passed in the blink of an eye, and only three people signed up in total!And on the wall beside the street, passers-by passed by, and they didn't seem to bother to look at the admissions advertisement. "Supposedly enough advertisements have been posted, so why didn't anyone come to sign up?" In desperation, Mao Zedong could only decide to ask the police to help him once more to post more advertisements. But this time begging to come to the door, it is not as easy to talk as last time. "What, still posted?" The police officer of the police station threw the admissions advertisement they brought on the table, "You think our police station is run by your first teacher?" Mao Zedong said good things: "Isn't it the responsibility of your police station to post public service advertisements?" "Are you telling me about responsibility?" Jingmu rolled his eyes, "Brothers, you are already sorry for you by posting it once, and you keep repeating it again and again? Do you think my brothers are specially working for you?" A young policeman at the side couldn't stand it any longer, and interjected, "Sir, if you want me to say, the night school they run is also doing a good deed. If you can help us, please help." "Are you eating enough to support yourself, or did he pay you your salary?" The policeman glared at his subordinates, and shoved the stack of advertisements into Mao Zedong's hand, "Take it back for me, I don't have it here. serve!" "Why are you like this? To be a policeman is to serve the society..." Xiao San wanted to say something, but Mao Zedong pulled him away, "Zijun, what can I say to this kind of person? Asking others is better than asking yourself. Let's go!" A few people had to go to the streets to post advertisements until the sun was westward, and half of the streets were not finished. When they were worrying, the young policeman rushed over with several colleagues, still holding Paste buckets, brushes, etc. Seeing the astonishment on Mao Zedong's and the others' faces, the young policeman smiled: "We just got off work, and we have nothing to do anyway, so let's help out—hey, how many streets are left?" Looking at his kind smile, a warm current surged into everyone's hearts. Mao Zedong nodded vigorously: "We have pasted the east and south sides, and there are still a few streets left on these two sides." The young policeman picked up a stack of advertisements: "Okay, you post this side, and we have the other side, let's do it." After that, he took the policemen and left. Mao Zedong chased after him for two steps and asked, "Hey, what's your name?" "Guo Liang. What about you?" "Mao Zedong." Guo Liang and Mao Zedong got acquainted in this way, although it was only in a hurry, they just waved each other, although the two young people never thought that their future fate would be so closely linked. three After the second advertisement was posted, no one came to sign up for two full days from morning till night. what is going on actually?Mao Zedong really couldn't figure it out: It is obviously a good thing, but why can't it be done?Which link went wrong? In the evening, he came to the well as usual, and took a cold bath with his shirt off. At this moment, he just wanted to use the cold well water to stimulate himself and open his mind. Drenched with water.A bucket of water quickly bottomed out. Just after loading a bucket of water, Yang Kaihui came running out of breath, "Brother Runzhi, I know why no workers have signed up!" Yang Kaihui just discovered the reason. In the afternoon, she and Cai Chang came home from school together. While walking, they were helping her brothers analyze why the night school could not recruit workers, but they heard a voice from the side of the road: "What are you doing, why are you delivering the goods again?" wrong?" The two turned their heads and saw that it was a delivery truck parked at the entrance of the cloth shop. There were boxes marked "Wanyuan Spinning Factory" piled up on the truck. Shan Zi yelled: "Look at what is written here, and then look at my signboard—Kang and Tang can't tell each other apart, do you know the characters?" Kai Hui stopped suddenly and watched with interest. "Hurry up and deliver my goods, my customers are waiting to ask for them!" The boss turned around and entered the shop angrily, while the remaining two workers stared at each other. Kai Hui leaned over and asked, "Both masters, what word is wrong? Can we take a look?" In the hands of the worker is a delivery note, which says "Tang Ji" cloth shop, but the signboard of the cloth shop is "Kang Ji". Cai Chang said, "This is Tang Ji, not Kang Ji." "It looks similar, how can we distinguish so clearly?" A worker said, "Oh! It's going to be dark and martial law is about to come. How can we have time to send it back and forth?" Kaihui asked: "Two masters, don't you know these two words?" A worker said: "Not all workers are half-blind." Another worker also said: "If you really want to be literate, can you still suffer from this kind of loss?" After hearing this, Kaihui hurriedly told the workers about the night school for the workers, but unexpectedly, the two workers looked blank and had never heard of it. Kaihui asked the reason, suddenly realized, and came in a hurry , to find Mao Zedong. "Do you know why no workers signed up? Because they are illiterate and don't know the words in the advertisement!" Only then did Mao Zedong come to his senses: "You mean, the workers don't understand the words on the advertisement?" "Yes. I only found out after hearing what the two workers said. Not only did they not understand, but even if they knew a few words, they didn't dare to read the advertisement at all." "Then why?" "Didn't we invite the police to post our advertisements? In the eyes of the workers, the police are just the servants of the government office to arrest people. The workers think that posting arrest notices is afraid of causing trouble, so they avoid it. No one dares to look at it. Even if someone read it, they would not believe that there is such a good thing about free education. The two workers I met refused to believe it, thinking that I was joking with them.” "So that's how it is." Mao Zedong nodded, thought for a while, and suddenly waved his fist, "I have an idea!" Four When the workers got off work the next day, two gongs were ringing at the entrance of Wanyuan Spinning Factory, causing the workers who were getting off work to look at it strangely on the bustling road.A group of students brought gongs, drums, suona, and various musical instruments to set up a stage on the side of the road.It turned out that Mao Zedong and others arranged a program overnight, trying to persuade the workers to attend night school in this way. It was Mao Zedong and Xiang Jingyu who took the lead in beating the gong, and they sang together while beating the gong: "Hey, let's all come and see." "Look strange and weird." "Look at Liu Hai chopping wood to create a new paragraph." "Sister Hu is dating on the side of the road." On the side, Zhang Kundi, Luo Xuezan, Xiao San and a group of gongs, drums, suonas, iron bowls, and tick-tock accompaniment were loud. This "Liu Hai Chopping Firewood" was originally the most popular flower drum play in Changsha, but now it has such a new move, which is really curious. Immediately, there was a hula, and many workers immediately surrounded them. Jing Yu lifted the gong and hammer, and the music stopped behind her. She cupped her fists together: "Dear workers, there are stories every year, especially this year. What we are going to talk about today is the story of "Liu Hai Chops Wood". story." "Everyone wants to say: Who hasn't watched "Liu Hai Chop Wood"? What's new?" Mao Zedong continued to sing with her. "I tell you: yes!" "How can there be a law?" "Let's see our little Liu Hai enter the factory as a worker! Hey, what about bangs, bangs, bangs!" "(Huaguqiangbai) Come on..." But the accompaniment of flute, suona... Huagu tune started loudly. Amidst the music, Cai Hesen, wearing a short coat and straw sandals, carrying an umbrella and a bag, suddenly emerged from the audience out. Cai Hesen: "(singing) Little Liu Hai, I'm saying goodbye to my mother, I won't go into the forest if I don't come up to the mountains. (Bai) They say that the workmanship is better than chopping wood, so I'll go to the factory (singing) to sign up Hi yo." Amidst the laughter from the audience, Jing Yu put his hands back, puffed his chest, and pretended to be a factory owner: "What's your name?" Cai Hesen: "(White) bangs." Jing Yu: "Which Liu, which Hai?" Cai Hesen: "(White) the bangs of bangs, the sea of ​​bangs." Mao Zedong: "The boss is asking how your name is written?" Cai Hesen: "(Bai) pretended to have read the book, so he couldn't figure it out." The audience laughed again. Jing Yu: "You can't even write your own name?" Cai Hesen: "Oh, (singing) I lost my father in poverty since I was a child, and went to the mountains to cut firewood to raise my mother. I also have the intention to enter the school. Without clothes and food, how can I study?" Mao Zedong sounded a gong and said to the audience: "Pity our little Liu Hai. In terms of talent, he was originally a foreman in a spinning mill." Jing Yu: "How can I not know a single word, so I had to be a delivery boy first." Mao Zedong: "It takes three months to enter the factory." Jing Yu: "Hu Xiuying is in a hurry at home." Amidst the sound of the music, Si Yong, dressed in red, willow and green, came out gracefully: "(Singing) Brother Hai went to the city to pay zero in March, Xiuying, I miss my husband at home. I don't know if he can do a good job, why is there no news when I go?" Her beautiful appearance and crisp voice won a lot of applause as soon as she appeared on the stage. "Big sister," Kai Hui tied two braids into the sky, dressed as a little girl, and squeezed out from the crowd, "Brother Liu Hai has a letter." Si Yong: "(singing) I fell to the ground with a stone, little girl, please tell me your faith." Kai Hui opened the letter in her hand: "Hu...Hu Quanquan?" Si Yong came up to take a look: "Oh, Miss Hu." Kai Hui: "These are obviously two circles, where is the eldest sister? ——I can't draw a circle even if I still draw it." Si Yong: "Brother (Bai) Hai doesn't know how to write big sister, so he drew two hearts instead of me." The surrounding audience roared with laughter. Kai Hui: "Oh, (read) Sister Hu, I lost my life in the city..." "Ah?" Si Yong, Jing Yu, Mao Zedong and others said in unison, "What?" Kaihui: "(read) I lost my life in the city and was drenched in the rain all day long. Others have lives but I have no lives. Circle circle—oh no—the eldest sister has a life to send her life, and if the eldest sister has no life, Liu Hai I don't want to die." Si Yong acted anxiously: "(Bai) what should I do?" Mao Zedong, Jing Yu, and Kai Hui said in unison: "Hurry up and go to the city to have a look!" Amidst the sound of music, Si Yong and Kai Hui exited the stage.This novel and interesting roadside live newspaper drama immediately won warm applause and applause from the audience. Amidst the applause, Boss Wang and his wife just walked out of the factory and called their servant Wang Fu to prepare the sedan chair, but the servant named Wang Fu was standing on tiptoe outside the crowd watching the play, when he heard the boss calling him, he hurried over , said excitedly: "Master, it looks good, Miss Biao is acting there, and she did a great job." "Miss Biao?" Boss Wang and his wife's eyes widened. They walked to the back of the crowd and stood on tiptoe. As expected, they saw Si Yong and Cai Hesen in the crowd, acting like they had reunited after a long absence. exciting. Kai Hui and Las Yong: "Eldest sister, brother Liu Hai is fine, is there anything wrong?" Cai Hesen: "Who (Bai) said something happened to me?" Kai Hui: "You wrote it in your own letter. (Take out the letter and read it) I lost my life in the city—didn't you write it?" Jing Yu at the side of the arena held up a big sign with the word "ming" written by a boss on it. Cai Hesen took the letter: "(Bai) Oh, I wrote 'I lost my umbrella in the city'." Si Yong and Kai Hui: "Umbrella?" Mao Zedong on the other side of the field held up another big sign with the word "umbrella" written on it, echoing the sign raised by Jing Yu. Cai Hesen: "(Bai) That's right. (Read the letter)'I lost my umbrella in the city, and I was drenched in the rain all day long. If anyone else has an umbrella, I don't have an umbrella. The elder sister will bring an umbrella if she has one. If the elder sister has no umbrella, I don’t want an umbrella if I have bangs.'” Si Yong: "(Bai) Oh, brother Hai, you've scared my heart out of me." Kai Hui: "Look at you bang brother, (reading the board) my eldest sister, at home, misses you all day long. I heard that you lost your life in the city, and my eldest sister is very anxious." Jing Yu and Mao Zedong said in unison: "Hey! Sister Hu is so anxious!" Kai Hui: "She sold ducks, sold chickens, emptied the rice tank and sold rice. She collected money and went to the city to see you. It turns out that you just lost your umbrella." Jing Yu and Mao Zedong: "Hey! So he just lost his umbrella!" When this passage was sung, it was plotted and vivid, and made all the onlookers laugh out loud. Si Yong: "(Singing) Since Brother Hai is safe and sound, Xiuying can feel at ease. I will pay my wages in March first, and go home to buy rice to raise my mother." Cai Hesen: "Alas, (singing) tears came to my eyes when I mentioned the wages. Three months of hard work have been in vain." Si Yong: "(Bai) Why?" Cai Hesen: "(reading the board) I went out of the Da factory the day before yesterday to deliver the goods. The cloth owner who ordered the goods was originally named Tang. Liu Hai did not read much since I was a child, and I regarded a Tang character as Dakang. I ran out of the city for more than ten miles and took The goods were delivered to Kangji cloth village by mistake. When I went to the city again, the sun set and saw the moonlight. When it was dark, the city was under strict martial law, and Boss Tang’s business collapsed. The factory blamed me for delivering the wrong goods, and it took two months All wages are withheld." Mao Zedong and Jingyu shared a sign with large "Kangji Cloth Village" and "Tang Ji Cloth Village" written on it, vividly matching his words, even if the workers around them didn't know these two words, they could still see them It was so obvious, I couldn't help laughing again. Kai Hui: "It's only two months' wages, how about another month?" Cai Hesen: "(Read the board) Yesterday I delivered the goods and then went to pay the bill. There was a boss who made a name for himself. He ordered the goods three times in total, and each time he owed the factory eight yuan. Thirty-eight is a lot and I can't figure it out. Blamed me for rushing into the school when I was young. He saw that I was not good at calculating accounts, and insisted that thirty-eight is nineteen. He was short of five yuan, and the factory deducted my wages. I have to make it up next month. Mistake a word, miscalculate the account once, and all three months' wages will be wasted, all, all will be wasted." Si Yong: "Brother (Bai) Hai, you know that you have read the book, but why does the factory call you to deliver the goods? Maybe it's someone else?" Cai Hesen: "Sister (Bai), you don't know—there are three hundred workers in the (Nianban) factory, and my level of bangs is already quite ruthless. I can read a few baskets of big characters, and I'm considered a worker in the factory. Zhuangyuanlang. It’s even worse if you change it to someone else. You can’t know how to read and count. If you write one character, he will use it as a shoulder pole, and if you write two characters, he will use it as a pair of chopsticks.” Si Yong: "(Bai) What if it's three characters?" Cai Hesen: "(reading the board) writing three characters is even more unfamiliar to him, and he thought that two pairs of chopsticks fell off one." This passage made the audience around laugh so hard that they couldn't even breathe. Cai Hesen: "(Reading the board) can speak but not write, and others can't recognize what they write. The rules in the factory follow the boss's instructions, and deduct your wages to discuss it. The whole world is blind, and people who don't read will be blind. Take the loss. Those who work are the hardest in life, and all the hardships are caused by falsely studying. All the workers are here, are you talking about what I said?" The laughter in the audience stopped abruptly, and the words deeply resonated with the workers, and many of them nodded silently. Si Yong: "(singing) After listening to Brother Hai's words, Xiuying felt so desolate. People who don't study will be looked down upon, and husbands who are bullied will lose their honor to their wives. Let go of everything first, Brother Hai, you will go to school today. " Cai Hesen: "(Bai) I also want to study, but the school is so expensive, how can a worker afford it? Besides, I only have time at night, and I have to work during the day. Tell me, how can I read this book well?" ?” "Who said you can't read?" Jing Yu and Mao Zedong suddenly intervened, "How about we show you the way?" Cai Hesen, Si Yong, and Kai Hui: "(Bai) Oh? I would like to listen carefully." Jing Yu: "There is an opportunity right now: the First Normal School has newly established a night school for workers, which is specially convenient for the workers to study and learn knowledge." Mao Zedong: "Two classes every night will not delay your work during the day." Jing Yu: "If you are worried about the martial law at night, the night school will even issue lecture cards." Mao Zedong: "With the card, you can pass without hindrance, and the military and police will let you go." Cai Hesen, Si Yong, Kai Hui: "Really?" Jing Yu and Mao Zedong: "Seriously." Cai Hesen, Si Yong, and Kai Hui: "Really?" Jing Yu and Mao Zedong: "Sure enough." Cai Hesen: "(Bai) but I don't know how much the tuition fee is?" Jing Yu: "Free evening classes, no penny charged." Mao Zedong: "Textbooks, pen and ink, are distributed on a per-person basis." Jing Yu: "Now the night school is enrolling students." Mao Zedong: "If you want to sign up, go quickly." Everyone: "Yes, if you want to sign up, hurry up!" "Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang..." Amidst the applause and applause from the audience, the accompaniment Zhang Kundi, Xiao San and others played an allegro, stepped forward and joined the actors, and everyone said in unison: "Hi, hi, This is exactly— "The new story of cutting firewood in Liu Hai, workers also need to learn knowledge." "Learn to write, learn arithmetic, and learn addition, subtraction, multiplication and division." "Being able to read and calculate accounts, we want to be the same as others." "Don't say that people are poor and no one cares about them. Our workers are poor and have a lot of ambition!" Mao Zedong raised his voice: "Dear workers, we are enrolling students for the night school for workers in the No. 1 Normal School. The class will officially start in a few days. Anyone who is willing to study and learn knowledge can apply to us now!" "I sign up... I also sign up..." With a whimper, hundreds of workers scrambled forward, and immediately surrounded Zhang Kundi, who was in charge of the registration, and the others. Looking at the eager faces and the hands vying for the registration form, Mao Zedong was so excited that he gave Cai Hesen and Kai Hui a high-five. Turning around, he grabbed Si Yong's hand again and tightened it tightly. "Thank you, Si Yong!" Holding Mao Zedong's hand tightly, Si Yong didn't seem to know how to express the joy of success for a moment.At this moment, she was stunned for a moment: Boss Wang and his wife appeared behind the audience rushing forward. The couple's faces were ashen, and they were staring fiercely at Si Yong in the crowd!Facing those two pairs of eyes that were so angry that they were about to squirt blood, Si Yong couldn't help but panic. She was about to let go of Mao Zedong's hand subconsciously, but when she thought about it, she raised her head and held Mao Zedong's hand even tighter. "Runzhi," Cai Hesen squeezed over with a stack of registration forms, "No way, there are too many people, Brother Kun and the others are too busy, please open another registration point here." "If you want, leave it to me. Kai Hui, Si Yong, come, let's do a favor together." "Okay!" Si Yong grabbed the registration form in Mao Zedong's hand, met the eyes of Boss Wang and his wife as if in a demonstration, and opened his voice, "The workers in the back don't crowd, you can also register here, please come one by one, Everyone can report..." Dozens of workers surrounded her and Mao Zedong. Boss Wang, who has always paid attention to maintaining his demeanor, was about to be driven mad by his future daughter-in-law at this time. He grabbed Mrs. Wang who was also stunned, and squeezed a word through his teeth with trembling lips: "Let's go!" On November 9, 1917, the No. 1 Normal Workers’ Night School officially started. Because it was the first day of class, and because of Mao Zedong's military order, Kong Zhaoshou took Yang Changji, Fang Weixia, Xu Teli, Yuan Jiliu and others to see the teaching effect.From a distance, they saw a sign of "Night School for Workers" hanging outside the classroom. Needless to say, everyone knew that it was written by Mao Zedong. Standing outside the window, they saw the pink signboard of the course schedule hanging on the side of the podium in the classroom: "Teaching tonight: the first period, Chinese, Mao Zedong; the second period, arithmetic, Tao Siyong".Mao Zedong was wearing a gray and white gown, with the demeanor of a teacher, and was teaching the workers to read: "I am a worker." In the tightly packed classroom, more than 130 workers held simple mimeographed textbooks and read them intently: "I am a worker." "I work for our China." "I work for our China." ... Kong Zhaoshou nodded, and turned his gaze to Yuan Jiliu: "Old Zhong, how are you doing?" Looking at the grand occasion in front of him, Yuan Jiliu was completely convinced: "Yuan is old, and you can't accept it for their young people!" Several teachers also concluded that this Mao Zedong must be a good teacher in the future! At that moment, only Yang Changji shook his head, thinking in his heart: The teacher is a good teacher, so I don’t know how to teach in this subject, whether he needs to grow up...