Chapter 150 Niece, What Are You Going to Do?

Song Yunuan went to her uncle's house again.

Song Nian happily told her that the drawings were adopted and he was going to give her a bonus next week.

Song Yunuan hurriedly reminded her to remember to make a certificate, and then asked about the night school.

Song Nian: "There are many applicants and few classes. We can only wait until next year or the year after."

Is it so popular?

"Uncle, take me to see it."

If my uncle and aunt want to grow up, they can't just work.

They need to have culture and education.

Although they are not bad students, they are also mediocre.

It is not realistic to take the exam.

So Song Nian took Song Yunuan to Nanshan Night School.

The place is not big, there are only a few bungalows, surrounded by walls, and the office and classroom are together.

When I went to the registration office, it was full.

After Song Yunuan turned around, she stood in front of the window of the principal's office. Pretending not to see the old man sitting inside, Song Yunuan said to Song Nian in a high voice: "Uncle, this Nanshan Night School has only two classes. Why is it called a night school? Isn't it just a junior high school cram school? Moreover, there is not even an English class."

Song Nian: "..."

This is not something I should understand.

But intuitively, his eldest niece would not talk nonsense. Usually, whenever she talks, she likes to make a hook...

Sure enough, the window was pushed open, and Principal Cui, wearing reading glasses, stood in front of the window and patiently explained: "Yes, it is indeed a junior high school cram school. There is no suitable teacher in the English class, but even so, this is also a night school."

Song Yunuan showed a proper look of surprise: "Are you also a teacher?"

Principal Cui nodded, and did not say who he was.

Mainly because it was unnecessary.

"Hello, teacher." Song Yunuan greeted politely.

Then, blinking her big eyes, she continued to look forward to it with Song Nian: "Uncle, how great would it be if this was a school for staff and cadres, a full-time one, with college classes and various majors. I heard from Brother Dongzi that employee training in their electronics factory is normal, but it is very troublesome. They have to go to other places for training, and the tuition fees are paid to schools in other places. It would be great if there were local schools. Uncle, why don't you think the night school can become a school for staff and cadres?"

Song Nian was so shocked that he stuttered. What was Xiao Nuan saying, why couldn't he understand.

"... That... How could it be that easy? It needs national approval, right?"

"That's true, but if it becomes a school for staff and cadres, you can come in and study, unlike now, there are only two cram schools, and they don't even give a graduation diploma. There are so many people scrambling for it, and you can't even register for a place."

Song Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead, niece, what are you going to do, can you tell me in advance?

Principal Cui, who had closed the window, opened it again and looked at Song Yunuan suspiciously: "Little girl, you said the training for employees in the electronics factory?"

"Well, my brother Dongzi said so. He said it would be better if the local training could be done."

"Little girl, what's your name?" Principal Cui's eyes suddenly lit up.

Of course he knew the electronics factory, and the factory director was Zheng Dong.

He should be the brother Dongzi mentioned by the little girl.

His night school was very shabby.

If the training of the electronics factory could be brought here, even if there was only one class, the standards of the night school would be raised.

"My name is Song Yunuan, and this is my uncle." After Song Yunuan introduced himself, he said disappointedly: "Uncle, since there are no places for next year, let's come back in two years."

The uncle and nephew walked towards the school gate.

Song Nian really wanted to leave, but Song Yunuan was waiting for the old man to call them.

"Wait a minute!"

Principal Cui shouted hurriedly, half of his body leaning out.

So, Song Nian signed up in a daze. In fact, the school was not full at all, just like selling tickets at the train station. It will not be sold out. There will always be a few left for emergencies.

This is the same.

Principal Cui talked to Song Yunuan enthusiastically.

Then the topic turned to the electronics factory. Song Yunuan smiled and said, "Principal Cui, we have to become a school for staff and cadres before the electronics factory can come for training. Moreover, if it is well run, not only will the electronics factory come, but if the majors are rich and varied, employees from other urban units may also come here in batches for training and study."

There were many such schools in the 1980s.

Some were called forestry schools, and some were called vocational schools.

There were no fresh graduates, and they were basically all employees of the units.

They took the entrance examination, and then received off-the-job training and study. There were correspondence courses and full-time classes. After graduation, they were awarded a unified national graduation certificate.

This kind of education is also useful in the unit.

Many people born in the 1960s or 1970s, you can look at their resumes.

There are many people who have graduated from such schools.

After all, too few of them were admitted to universities.

And such schools are also easy to run.

The state approves it quickly.

The 1980s was a time when people were eager for knowledge, culture and education.

The same was true in Nanshan County.

Principal Cui asked in surprise: "Little girl, how do you know so much?"

Song Yu Nuan scratched his head and said as if embarrassed: "Grandpa Hu from the Provincial University of Technology said it... But Grandpa Hu is retired."

At this time, they were all in the principal's office.

It was a very ordinary room, almost like a utility room.

Principal Cui was originally leisurely drinking water with a large teapot, and he also wanted to find out about the little girl's background. Unexpectedly, he almost choked on a mouthful of tea.

Song Yu Nuan knew Zheng Dong, and he knew what was going on. It turned out that they grew up in a compound.

But Principal Hu.

That was at the level of a master, neither he nor he had the right to talk.

Principal Cui was excited.

Who doesn't have ambitions, even if he will retire in a few years.

If the night school can be upgraded to a vocational school, then he... will wake up laughing in his dreams.

Moreover, upgrading to a vocational school means that more people can come in for training, learning, and improving themselves and then building our motherland.

Especially the educated youth who went to the countryside in those days, they have missed the best age for learning.

If there is this school, it is no less than a new life for them.

He said to Song Nian enthusiastically: "Well, you two come to class, if there is no one to take care of the children, you can bring the children with you."

Song Nian felt a little guilty and a little flattered.

The first two times he came to register, he said coldly: There is no place, come again next year.

Of course, for Song Nian, he didn't know who Principal Hu was.

Song Nian temporarily went to the high school cram school, Sun Jinrong went to the junior high school cram school, and the transfer student was Hu Zi.

It was all solved in just a short time.

Principal Cui enthusiastically sent Song Yunuan out.

Song Yunuan whispered: "Principal Cui, I will go to the provincial capital in a few days. I will ask you about this vocational school then."

Principal Cui did not doubt it at all.

Although the child who grew up in the courtyard of the provincial capital was taken away by mistake, it is true that he knows people.

He smiled kindly: "Thank you, Xiao Nuan. By the way, are you here for tutoring? The kind that does not charge tuition?"