Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Chapter 768 Yan Bugui's Plan 2

However, fate always seems to like to play some jokes at this critical moment. The third uncle had just written a few pages in the lesson plan book, and the originally smooth writing rhythm was suddenly disrupted as if by an invisible hand. His hand suddenly stopped, and the tip of the pen stopped abruptly on the paper, leaving an abrupt ink mark. Then, his eyes began to wander, and the familiar hesitation and worry reappeared in his originally focused and determined eyes, as if there was a tangled mess tightly wrapped around his heart, making it difficult for him to let go.

The third uncle frowned slightly, with a tangled expression on his face. He felt like a little rabbit jumping in his heart, and he began to mutter: "I have been relying on tutoring to make a living, and I haven't had in-depth exchanges with my leaders on weekdays. Now if I rashly take these lesson plans to the leaders, will it seem that I am too eager for quick success? The leaders have to deal with so many complicated affairs every day, and they are so busy that they don't have time to calm down and look at these things of mine carefully? Maybe they will just glance at them casually and send me away. By then, wouldn't my painstakingly prepared lesson plans be like thrown into the sea, without even a splash of water? Wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?"

The more the uncle thought about it, the more he felt unsure, like a ship that had lost its way in the vast ocean, unable to find the motivation and direction to move forward. The enthusiasm that had just been ignited gradually dissipated, like a gust of cold wind. He felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and he leaned weakly on the back of the chair, as if he was trapped in endless confusion. He unconsciously raised his hands and gently rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the swelling and pain coming from deep in his head. The swelling and pain were like waves of tides, constantly impacting his nerves and making him miserable.

When the third uncle was immersed in his own worries, his eyes inadvertently swept across the wall of the room and finally fell on the calendar hanging on the wall. The calendar was like a silent witness, quietly recording the passage of time. The third uncle's eyes, which were originally somewhat empty, suddenly changed when he saw a date circled in red on the calendar. Under the date was marked a teaching seminar to be held in a few days at school. These words were like a faint light that penetrated the haze in the third uncle's heart.

"Teaching seminar..." The third uncle muttered unconsciously, his voice was a little low but with a hint of expectation. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness, and a new hope surged in his heart: "This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If I can put forward some new and valuable ideas at the seminar, maybe it will attract the attention of leaders and teachers. Then they will see my ability and potential, and maybe they will provide me with better development opportunities."

But as soon as this thought came up, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. Another voice in the uncle's heart sounded again, with a hint of self-doubt and cowardice: "There are so many excellent teachers at the seminar, and they are all experienced and talented masters. And you are just an ordinary teacher who makes a living by tutoring. You rarely have the opportunity to speak on stage. What can you do well? If you say something wrong and make a fool of yourself in front of so many people, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing? How can you gain a foothold in school in the future?" This voice was like a demon, constantly whispering in his ear, causing him to fall into struggle and contradiction again.

The third uncle was sitting on the chair with pins and needles, and he looked extremely anxious. His butt moved back and forth on the chair. Just a few seconds after he sat down, he stood up and began to pace back and forth in the small room. The footsteps were hurried and chaotic, as if they were the external manifestation of his inner panic. Every few steps, he would subconsciously stop and stare blankly ahead, as if he was thinking about something, but then he shook his head helplessly and continued to walk.

After a while, he felt that walking around like this could not relieve his inner anxiety, so he sat back in his chair. But as soon as he sat down, his hands seemed to be out of control, rubbing non-stop, and his fingers turned white because of the force. His fingers intertwined and rubbed each other, making a slight "rustling" sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet room. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, forming a "chuan" character, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

His eyes wandered around the room, and he looked at the mountain of teaching notes on the table. The pages of the notes were a little yellow, and they were densely written with words, including his own teaching experience and the essence of the content excerpted from various books and materials. Every page was condensed with his hard work and sweat. But at this moment, these notes seemed to have become an insurmountable mountain in his eyes, making him feel extremely stressed. After a while, his eyes fell on the calendar hanging on the wall. The date circled in red on the calendar was particularly eye-catching. It was the day of the school teaching seminar. This date was like a double-edged sword, which gave him hope and filled him with fear.

It was as if two villains were fighting in the third uncle's heart. One villain stood on his left shoulder, waving his fist, and encouraged him excitedly: "Third uncle, you can't miss this opportunity! You have accumulated so much experience in teaching, and have so many unique insights. This seminar is your stage to show yourself. As long as you take this step bravely, you may be recognized by leaders and teachers, and change your destiny from then on!" The other villain stood on his right shoulder, crossed his arms, and advised him to give up with a look of disdain: "Don't daydream! There are so many excellent teachers at the seminar, they are all leaders in the industry. You are an ordinary teacher who makes a living by tutoring. What can you compare with them? If you go up to speak and don't speak well, won't you become a laughing stock? It's better to live your life honestly and don't humiliate yourself." The two villains insisted on their own opinions, which made the third uncle fall into deep entanglement. He felt that his head was about to explode.

Just when the third uncle was hesitant and struggling between giving up and trying again, He Yuzhu's hearty and infectious laughter suddenly came from outside the door: "Third uncle, are you home? I came to chat with you." This laughter was like a spring breeze, blowing away some of the haze in the third uncle's heart, and like a life-saving straw, giving the third uncle who was struggling in the predicament a glimmer of hope. The third uncle jumped up from the chair as if he had been electrocuted, rushed to the door in two steps, and opened it.

As soon as He Yuzhu entered the room, he saw that the third uncle had a sad face. His eyebrows that were originally relaxed were now tightly locked together, and the corners of his mouth were drooping. He looked like an eggplant hit by frost - wilted. He Yuzhu couldn't help but joked: "Hey, third uncle, what's wrong with you? Who are you angry with? Your face is longer than Changbai Mountain. Changbai Mountain is magnificent and majestic, and your face is almost as long as it. Could it be that you have encountered some huge difficulties?"

The third uncle seemed to have found someone to talk to, and he held He Yuzhu's arm tightly, as if this only comfort would slip away if he let go. He took He Yuzhu to the slightly old but neatly arranged chair, and carefully helped He Yuzhu sit down, his movements full of eagerness and expectation. After He Yuzhu sat down, the third uncle sat down slowly, leaning forward slightly, his hands weakly resting on his knees, and then sighed heavily, the sigh seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with endless melancholy and helplessness.

"Zhu Zi, I'm really upset, just like a tangled mess that I can't sort out." The third uncle frowned, his eyes revealed an unspeakable depression, and his voice became low and hoarse, "You know, I've never been very successful in school. After so many years, I'm still that ordinary teacher, guarding those textbooks every day and repeating the same content on the podium. Seeing Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong doing so well in the factory, I feel bad."

The third uncle raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a complex mixture of envy and jealousy, and continued: "Yi Zhonghai, he is a technical backbone in the factory, respected by the leaders and colleagues, and he is always followed by people wherever he goes. Every time the factory holds a commendation meeting, he always stands in the most conspicuous position, accepting everyone's applause and praise. And Liu Haizhong, although he doesn't have any particularly outstanding skills, he is good at dealing with people, and he can get along well in the factory. He is a leader, managing a group of people, and his prestige is beyond words."

The third uncle became more and more excited as he spoke, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. "Look at me, I work hard every day preparing lessons, teaching, and marking homework, but what do I get in the end? My salary hasn't increased much, and my status hasn't improved. I'm still that insignificant little teacher in the school. I also want to find an opportunity to stand out in the school, so that my leaders and colleagues can notice me and recognize my abilities, but I don't know where to start." The third uncle shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

After listening to what the Third Uncle said, He Yuzhu frowned slightly, scratched his messy hair, and smiled naively. He said, "Third Uncle, you are a cultured person, so why worry about not having opportunities? You have more knowledge than us. Tell me what you think. Maybe I can give you some advice."

Seeing that He Yuzhu was willing to listen to him and even offered to give him advice, the third uncle felt warm in his heart. He cleared his throat, adjusted his sitting position slightly, and then told He Yuzhu all his thoughts. "Zhuzi, I was thinking that the school will hold a teaching seminar in a few days, and I want to do something about it. I want to propose some new teaching ideas and methods at the seminar. If I can get the approval of the leaders and teachers, then I can stand out, right? Maybe I can get more development opportunities in the future, and my status in the school can be improved a lot."

There was a glimmer of expectation in the eyes of the third uncle, but it soon dimmed and a worried look reappeared on his face. "But I am very uncertain. After all, there are so many excellent teachers at the seminar. They are all masters with rich teaching experience and great talents. I am an ordinary teacher who makes a living by tutoring. If I go up to speak, what if I don't perform well or say something wrong? It will be a big embarrassment. Not only will I not be able to stand out, but I will also become a laughing stock. How can I hold my head up in school in the future?" The third uncle sighed helplessly, put his hands on his head, and fell into deep distress.

After listening to this, He Yuzhu slapped his thigh and said loudly: "Uncle, your worries are unnecessary! You have so many years of teaching experience and you know more than anyone else. Isn't the purpose of the teaching seminar for everyone to exchange ideas? You can talk about the good methods and new ideas you have summarized over the years. Even if you don't speak well, it will serve as a reminder to everyone, and maybe it can inspire other teachers."

The third uncle was still a little hesitant: "Zhu Zi, it's easy for you to say it. If I don't say it well, I will be even more embarrassed to face people in school in the future."

He Yuzhu patted the Third Uncle on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Third Uncle, don't think like that. You usually give extra lessons to the children in the courtyard, and the effect is so good. Many children's grades have improved. This shows that your teaching method is effective. Besides, even if you don't succeed this time, you have accumulated experience, and you will be more confident next time, right? You can't miss this opportunity, otherwise when will you be able to calm down?"

After listening to He Yuzhu's words, the third uncle fell into deep thought. He thought carefully and felt that what He Yuzhu said made sense. He had accumulated so much teaching experience over the years, and he couldn't just waste it. Moreover, if he didn't seize the opportunity of this teaching seminar, he didn't know when he would have such an opportunity again in the future.

Thinking of this, the third uncle's eyes gradually became firm. He stood up and said to He Yuzhu: "Zhuzi, you are right! I can't just give up like this. I will prepare well and make sure to perform well in the teaching seminar so that everyone will look at me with new eyes!"

He Yuzhu smiled and gave a thumbs up: "That's right, Uncle San! I believe you can do it! I will applaud and cheer for you from the audience!!"