Hello, 1983

Liang Xiaohu gathered two classmates today to go back to the school cafeteria to touch something.

He stuffed two packs of cigarettes into Lao Zhangtou, the doorman, then pried open the window of the cafeteria, and began to look for something he could use.

The technical school has offered cooking classes before, so the cooking utensils for cooking are quite complete, including pots and pans, large spoons of vegetables, and a set of each.

The three brothers were busy with their work when they heard someone shouting outside, vaguely seeming to hear the county magistrate is here.

Run!

Carrying a large spoon in one hand and a long-handled spoon in the other, Liang Xiaohu greeted his two companions, got out of the window, and ran to the back of the room.

The school was surrounded by stone walls, and there was one place where they had jumped in.

The three brothers ran wildly for a thousand meters, and when they reached the wall, the wall was less than one meter high, and they went straight up.

There is a wood behind, and it is safe to drill inside.

But as soon as he jumped outside the wall, he found two people standing in front of him, blocking the way.

Liang Xiaohu was also flustered, and tapped the big horse spoon twice with the rice spoon: Get out of the way, or you will be...

Liu Qingshan smiled and looked at the three young people opposite: What if you don't, are you going to fire us?

Why!

Liang Xiaohu threw his belongings on the ground with all his might, and then squatted on the ground: We are the students who graduated from this school. If we borrow things from our school and use them, it's not stealing, right?

Liu Qingshan was also preparing to move his muscles and bones, but as a result, the other party didn't even have the courage to resist, and his interest was suddenly lacking.

Soon, the three little thieves were brought back to the school yard.

In the winter, the school is not heated, only Lao Zhangtou's duty room has a small stove burning, and everyone is crowded in this room.

Send them all to the police station. On the north gate, let's go to the fourth police station. Call the director!

Old Zhou was very angry and felt that these three thieves were deliberately giving him eye drops.

In fact, this situation is quite common. Those industrial and mining enterprises that have stopped production are most likely to recruit thieves.

Even many of them were employees of the original unit, who came back to get some odds and ends and changed hands for some pocket money.

When he heard that he was going to the police station, Liang Xiaohu was anxious and afraid, and waved his hands again and again: No, no, my mother is not in good health. If I hear this, I will be so angry that I will be hospitalized. I beg you, we are not stealing, I just wanted to get something to use!

Old Zhang was afraid that things would get bigger, so he also had the responsibility: Don't, Magistrate Zhou, it's just such a small matter, it's not a problem.

Lao Zhou's eyes widened: You can't get used to this stinky problem. If the house is installed with reels, it can be pushed away!

The old Zhangtou quickly explained: These three children all graduated from this school. In the last term, they were not assigned jobs. The three children were thinking about starting a small business and wanting to build a small restaurant. The cost is limited, so they will go back to school and plan for some energy. something useful.

I agreed to this matter. Magistrate Zhou, if you want to arrest someone, just arrest this old man.

Lao Zhou looked at the three young people squatting on the ground, he looked quite righteous, not the kind of sloppy bastard,

I also believed a little in my heart.

At this time, Liu Qingshan interjected: I think these people are quite honest. I will send someone to their house to investigate later, and it will be clear.

Don't, don't go to our house, otherwise, you will be beaten to death by the family. A little fat man pitifully begged for mercy, looking at his appearance, he looked like a chef.

These days, parents are generally more strict. If someone comes to the house, no matter what, they will beat up their children first.

On the contrary, in the next few decades, they will protect their own children first.

The dumb grandpa also made a gesture, and Liu Qingshan smiled and conveyed the master's words: Don't worry, if the situation is true, I will recruit you back to work in our school cafeteria in the future.

Our school can start again? Liang Xiaohu stood up from the ground, after all, after three years of studying here, he still has feelings for him.

Liu Qingshan nodded: But in the future, it will not be a technical school, but a Chinese medicine training school, but the cafeteria is still needed.

Liang Xiaohu jumped up with joy: That's great, our master second master is also idle at home, I'll tell them to go!

Explain your own problems first! The secretary snorted, and the three young men immediately fainted again.

Lao Zhou also saw what Liu Qingshan meant, and did not want to delve into the matter, so he instructed the secretary to lead the three people to implement it.

Then he told Lao Zhangtou to contact those former workers and prepare for the resumption of work.

This time, Lao Zhangtou is very happy. The school is closed. Although he is free, he is too free, so it is not interesting.

Not long after, a left-behind cadre from the school's logistics department also came after hearing the news and led everyone around the campus.

The overall situation is quite satisfactory.

In the dormitory, there are iron canopy beds on the upper and lower bunks, and the beds are also covered with thick cattail mats, which can accommodate people with luggage.

In the kitchen, the tools are complete, the materials are prepared, and you can cook.

In the teaching building, although the facilities are relatively old, the tables, chairs, benches, blackboards and the like can still be used.

As the saying goes, a broken home is worth a lot of money, and if these facilities were to be repurchased, it would be a lot of money.

After turning around, Liu Qingshan has a basic idea: as long as the personnel are in place and the materials are prepared, the school will soon be able to operate normally.

The only problem now is: there are no students yet.

The dumb grandpa was obviously prepared for this, and he gestured: The whole school, the plan is divided into two parts.

Part of it is to recruit new students, starting from the basics and training professional Chinese medicine practitioners, with a cycle of at least five or six years.

The other part is to engage in training and advanced studies. This can be long or short. Doctors with a certain foundation can study here for two or three years.

To recruit new students, you can wait until the end of the college entrance examination this year; for training, you can start preparing now.

I believe that with the reputation of the dumb grandfather, the student will not be able to get the Wuyang Wuyang.

While we were discussing, I saw the secretary rushing back with Liang Xiaohu and others, followed by a large group of people, all of whom were the original school staff, about thirty or forty people.

They all heard from the old man Zhang that the school was going to reopen, so he came to ask for news.

The secretary briefly told Liu Qingshan and the others that the situation of Liang Xiaohu's three people is also true, and it is not a big problem.

Liang Xiaohu also introduced the two little old men to Liu Qingshan: These are our master and second master. They don't have any craftsmanship. If you don't believe me, I'll show you a hand now.

These two teachers, called cooking, are in a special situation and are not part of the teacher establishment, so the technical school was closed and they went home.

Let's do a big cleaning first. After a long time, everything will be ashes. A middle-aged woman shouted. This Auntie Zhang used to manage the dormitory.

The group dispersed in a hurry, and soon found washbasin rags, brooms and mopping cloths, etc., and they did all the work without anyone assigning them.

The enthusiasm of these janitors is a bit surprising. It can be seen that they still have feelings for this school.

The dumb grandpa also nodded: basically it can be used.

He turned around and called Lu Xiaolong over to see what supplies needed to be purchased. When the students were in place, the class could start.

Dumb grandpa also has a feeling that time is not for me. Cultivating Chinese medicine is a relatively long career. Of course, the earlier you start, the better.

As for the construction of the school, let's take it slow. Anyway, there is enough space here, and it is more spacious than the average university.

By noon, things were basically finalized, and Liu Qingshan and the others were ready to go back.

Leaders, my master has gone home to prepare meals, you can't leave. Liang Xiaohu opened his arms and stopped in front.

The old man Zhang also helped: Yes, Master Li's house is in the room in front of the school. The craftsmanship is not good. Even the master chef of the canteen in your county's guest house is brought out by Lao Li.

Aunt Zhang also persuaded: If the school is re-opened, those of us will have a serious job, and it is appropriate to express our gratitude to the leaders.

For this reason, everyone did not refuse any more, and under the guidance of Liang Xiaohu, they left the school gate.

The gate faces the direction of the north-south highway, and then turns to the south of the school. There are several bungalows here. These school workers, including Liang Xiaohu and his family, basically live here.

There are only two rooms in Chef Li's house, a kang table is placed on the ground, and one stands on the ground.

The old man was wearing an apron, and greeted while wiping his hands: I didn't prepare anything, it's all home-cooked food, I'm neglecting the leaders.

We should have caused you trouble. Liu Qingshan said politely.

Liang Xiaohu went to the neighbors to borrow tables, chairs, benches, etc. After everyone sat down, he led the two friends and began to pick up dishes and chopsticks.

After a while, six dishes were served, and finally there was a sauerkraut white broth.

The dumb grandpa also took the two old masters to the table, chatting while eating.

They are indeed ordinary home-cooked dishes, such as cabbage, tofu, potatoes, etc., but the taste is really good. The ordinary ingredients have an unusual taste. This is the skill.

After the conversation started, Liu Qingshan realized that the original technical school was the most powerful in the culinary profession.

But it is precisely because there are so many talents that novices like Liang Xiaohu can't find jobs.

Liu Qingshan was also quite full, and said with a smile: Bring the chefs from our village here too, Master Li, you will help with the training.

Several chefs in Jiapigou can make rural specialties, but if they are more high-end, they will not be able to get on the table.

Master Li patted his chest and said there was no problem, then asked Liu Qingshan, Which village are you from?

Jiapigou, this school is my master's plan to open a Chinese medicine training school. Liu Qingshan replied with a smile.

Master Li slapped his thigh: Oh, it's that Mr. Sun who won the Nobel Prize. I've heard of it on TV and radio, and it's old!

Liang Xiaohu and the others also followed the silly music. If the school was well run, their jobs would be guaranteed.

Especially after hearing about Jiapigou, everyone is more confident: they are a million-yuan village, and they will definitely not be in arrears of wages by then.

Just as she was happy, she saw that Aunt Zhang rushed in: Xiaohu, your mother is sick again, let's see if you should send it to the hospital or how to fix it!