Chapter 150: Eldest niece, what are you going to do?

Chapter 150: Eldest niece, what are you going to do?

Song Yunuan ran to her uncle's house again.

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

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

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

Is it so popular?

"Uncle, take me to see it."

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

Must be educated and educated.

Although they are not bad academics, they are mediocre.

Taking the exam is simply not realistic.

So Song Nian took Song Yunuan to Nanshan Night School.

The place is not big, with only a few bungalows surrounded by walls, with offices and classrooms together.

I went to the registration office, and sure enough it was full.

After Song Yunuan walked around, he stood in front of the window of the principal's office. Song Yunuan pretended not to see an old man sitting inside, and said to Song Nian in a high voice: "Uncle, this Nanshan Night School There are only two classes, so why call it a night school? Isn’t this just a cram school for middle and high school? And it doesn’t even have an English class.”

Song Nian: "..."

This is not what I should know.

But intuitively, his eldest niece doesn't talk nonsense. Normally, whenever she talks, she likes to lay a hook...

Sure enough, the window was pushed open, and Principal Cui, wearing reading glasses, stood in front of the window and explained patiently: "Yes, it is indeed a cram school for middle and high school. The English class does not have a suitable teacher, but even so, this is a night school."

Song Yunuan showed an appropriately surprised look: "Are you also a teacher?"

Principal Cui nodded without saying who he was.

Mainly because it's not necessary.

"Hello, teacher." Song Yunuan greeted politely.

Then he blinked his big eyes and continued to look forward to Song Nian: "Uncle, you think it would be great if this was a staff cadre school, a full-time one, with junior college classes and various majors. I listen to Brother Dongzi. He said that employee training in their electronics factory is normal, but it is very troublesome. They have to go to other places for training. The tuition fees are paid to schools in other places. It would be great if there were local schools. Uncle, why don’t night schools become employee cadres? Where’s the school?”

Song Nian was so shocked that he stuttered. What was Xiao Nuan talking about? Why couldn't he understand it?

"...Then...it's not that easy. It requires state approval, right?"

"That's true, but if it becomes a school for workers and cadres, you can come and study. It's not like now, where there are just two cram schools that don't even give you a diploma, and there are so many people competing for it. I can’t even give my name.”

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

Principal Cui, who originally closed the window, opened it again and looked at Song Yunuan suspiciously: "Little girl, are you talking about electronics factory employee training?"

"Well, my brother Dongzi said it. He said it would be better if there could be training locally."

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

Of course he knew about the electronics factory, and the director's name was Zheng Dong.

It should be Brother Dongzi that the little girl talks about.

His night school is very shabby.

If the training from the electronics factory can be brought over, even if there is only one class, the standard of the night school will be improved.

"My name is Song Yunuan, and this is my brother-in-law." Song Yunuan finished the introduction and said disappointedly: "Uncle, since there are no quotas 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!"

Leaning halfway out, Principal Cui shouted hurriedly.

So, Song Nian dazedly signed up. In fact, it was not full at all. It was like selling tickets at a train station. Not all of them would be sold out. There would always be a few left for emergencies.

The same goes for this one.

Principal Cui spoke to Song Yunuan enthusiastically.

Then the topic turned to the electronics factory. Song Yunuan smiled and said: "Principal Cui, we have to turn into a staff cadre school before the electronics factory can come for training. Moreover, if it is done well, not only electronics factories but also textile and machinery factories will Come on, if the majors are rich enough and the varieties are wide enough, maybe employees from other city units will come here for training and study in batches.”

There were many such schools in the 1980s.

Some are called Lin Cadre Schools, and some are called Vocational Cadre Schools.

There are no fresh graduates, they are basically employees of the unit.

They take the entrance exam and then undergo off-the-job training and study. There are correspondence courses and full-time classes. After graduation, they are awarded a unified national diploma.

This kind of academic qualification is also useful in the workplace.

Many people born in the 60s or 70s look at their resumes.

There are so many people who come out of this kind of school.

After all, too few people go to college.

And such a school is easy to run.

The state approved it quickly.

The 1980s was an era when people were hungry for knowledge, culture and academic qualifications.

The same is true for Nanshan County.

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

Song Yunuan scratched her head and said sheepishly: "That's what Grandpa Hu from the Provincial City University of Technology said... But Grandpa Hu has retired."

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

A very ordinary room, no more than a utility room.

Principal Cui was leisurely drinking water from a big tea vat, and also inquired about the little girl's background. Unexpectedly, he almost choked on a sip of tea.

Song Yunuan knew Zheng Dong. He knew what was going on. It turned out that he grew up in a compound.

But Principal Hu.

That was at the level of a master, and he had no qualifications to speak to him.

Principal Cui was excited.

Who doesn't have ambition anymore, even if he actually retires in a few years.

If the night school could be upgraded to a vocational school, then... he would laugh out of his dreams.

Moreover, upgrading to a vocational school means that more people can come in for training, study, improve themselves and then build our motherland.

Especially the educated youth who went to the mountains and countryside, they have missed the best age for learning.

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

He enthusiastically said to Song Nian: "Well, you two are coming to class. If there is no one to take care of the child, you can bring the child with you."

Song Nian felt a little guilty and a little flattered.

The first two times I came to sign up, I was told coldly: There is no place. Come back next year.

Of course, for Song Nian, he had no idea who Principal Hu was.

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

It was all solved in just a moment.

Principal Cui sent Song Yunuan out enthusiastically.

Song Yunuan said quietly: "Principal Cui, I'm going to the provincial capital in a few days. Then I'll help you ask about this vocational school."

Principal Cui had no doubt at all.

Although the children who grew up in the provincial capital's compound were miscarried, their acquaintance with the people was not false.

He had a kind smile on his face: "Thank you, Xiao Nuan. By the way, will you come to make up the lessons? The kind that don't charge tuition."