Seeing that they had an old problem again, Lin Ziwen took out the book from her schoolbag and pretended to study. As expected, the couple quickly turned their attention to watching TV. Lin Ziwen's trick was very effective.

The next afternoon, the parents came to school to hold a parent-teacher meeting. The student was on vacation. Lin Congwu swept away his recent depressedness. After dressing up neatly, he went to J Middle School to attend his son's parent-teacher meeting. Lin Congwu said in his mouth that he was going to care about his son's studies. He was proud of himself. Wang Yumei and Lin Ziwen disdained to expose him. In fact, he used light to show off with his son.

This kind of large parent meeting with more than 70 parents sitting together, the head teacher could not take care of everything. He could only focus on the key points. After Teacher Chen talked on stage for half an hour, he asked the parents to chat freely first, and then called the parents of individual students to the corridor outside the classroom to chat alone. Lin Congwu had already recognized a few old classmates, friends and colleagues from the unit in the classroom. As soon as Teacher Chen left the classroom, Lin Congwu started to move. When Teacher Chen entered the classroom to find him, he had already changed seats four or five times.

Lin Ziwen won the fourth place in the grade. Teacher Chen is very happy. It seems that it was a wise decision to ask the principal for Lin Ziwen, a student. "Lin Ziwen is smart and has very good academic performance. You parents are really good at teaching, haha."

"We rarely care about him wherever we are. It is the result of the teachers' serious work and the teachers' credit." Lin Congwu was proud and humble in his mouth.

"You are so polite. In fact, we teachers are happy to be able to teach such excellent children. I want to tell you that Lin Ziwen has been absent from work in the past two months. Although there are leave notes every time, there are several times when they are not necessary to take leave, which will affect academic performance."

Lin Congwu didn't know how many classes his son had not attended. This kid often missed classes since he was a child, and no one could manage it. Adults have long been accustomed to it, so they said to Teacher Chen as discussed last night: "My son has been smart since he was a child, but his physical condition is not very good. He often gets sick. In elementary school, he has to take sick leave almost every week to educate his children. Maybe he is used to being casual. Teacher, you need to help with education. We can't control it now." In fact, Lin Ziwen often takes sick leave, but he is almost gone.

Teacher Chen was so amused and cried. He originally wanted to put some pressure on Lin Ziwen's parents to fundamentally manage Lin Ziwen's absence, but he encountered such inaction parents. He also claimed that he could not control the children and asked the teacher for help. But there was no good way for the teacher to take care of Lin Ziwen's academic performance. Fortunately, Lin Ziwen's academic performance is not to worry about. It seems that he can only treat it in special circumstances.

After a few casual conversations about the growth and education of children, Teacher Chen asked Lin Congwu back to the classroom and found another parent, Lin Congwu, to sit down in his son's seat. Bai Hong's mother next to him took the initiative to chat with him: "Your son's grades are so good. Do you have any tips for educating children? Everyone, study them?" Most of the parents of the students are in their thirties, and a few are in their early forties. However, although Bai Hong's mother is dressed up, she cannot tell her age on her face, as if she is at most about thirty.

Wang Yumei is a policy of stocking Lin Ziwen, so he can do whatever he wants. Lin Congwu is a purchasing agent outside all year round. There is no trick to educate children, but he cannot be embarrassed in front of beautiful women. Lin Congwu said: "The trick of our family's education is to educate him as little as possible, let him see, listen, and learn. We never tell him what to do or what not to do, but let him practice it on his own."

Bai Hong's mother frowned when she heard this. According to what he said, it was no different from the old society. Such a family could educate the fourth child in the school. It was a big wonder. This method of education. Bai Hong's mother was not interested in it, so she casually said a few words and asked someone to chat with him.

When Lin Congwu was attending a parent-teacher meeting at school, Lin Ziwen was buying books at Hua Bookstore and folded the cartons that were folded last time were placed next to the TV like a presentation. It was about to end the year, and it was time to come in handy.

I bought a few color albums of traditional paintings. Lin Ziwen was quite satisfied and it was still early. He walked around a few times in the bustling area of ​​the mountain city until it was dark.

When Lin Ziwen got home, she opened the line orders of the albums and started fiddling with them with the boxes. My father was unexpectedly not home yet. My mother was cooking in the kitchen and watching TV after dinner. Until the weather forecast was broadcast, Lin Congwu came back with a slightly unstable step. It turned out that he was drinking with a few old classmates after the parent-teacher meeting.

Alcohol affected Lin Congwu's balance nerves, but it did not affect his thoughts. Lin Congwu began to tell his wife and son about the parent-teacher meeting today, talking about a few old classmates he met, saying that someone had been promoted and moved, and whose father-in-law was quarantined for a while, and talked about it for a while. Lin Congwu completely woke up and felt depressed again. Others were getting better and better, and their positions were rising year by year, but he was assigned a position that everyone avoided. I don't know what changes would happen next.

Wang Yumei knew her husband's thoughts and comforted him, "Confucius, we can just work hard. Don't think too much about it and there is no obstacle that we can't overcome. Even if we don't do well this time, we will be dismissed. At worst, we can go back to the workshop and work as a worker for a few years."

Lin Ziwen washed a small basin of sand fruit in the kitchen, brought it over and placed it on the pit, took the album and box from the TV and placed it in the middle of the kang. The couple didn't know what trick he was doing, and they all looked at him in confusion.

"Dad, I think you are frowning recently because your food factory's business is in a downturn? In the past, the food factory had high salary and good benefits, why did I hear that it has not been profitable in the past two years?" Lin Ziwen took a box and tried to put the sand fruits in one by one and tried to put them in one by one.

Lin Congwu often chats with this strange son from all over the world, and is not surprised by his question. After thinking about it, he replied: "In the past, buying grains and selling, and also using grain supply cards and grain coupons, the food factory is the leader. Now that the national grain policy has been relaxed, many self-employed businesses have also started a pastry business. The cost is lower than that of the state-owned large factories, and they dare to cut corners, use inferior products as good as good, and have less than two short pounds. The prices of the things made are much lower than that of us. People don't recognize what you produce from the factory and can only choose cheap ones to buy, so if you can't sell the food from the food factory, you will lose money."

Wang Yumei also added: "The food factory has many people and the cost is high, and it also needs to support hundreds of retired employees. Those self-employed people have a family of people, and half a house can be produced in one pot. The cost gap is too big and there is no competition."

After hearing the two people's grievances, Lin Ziwen didn't care. She smiled and said, "The food factory is not useless. What are its advantages?"

The couple knew each other very well. Lin Congwu rushed to say: "The things produced in our factory are all good craftsmen and materials, and the formulas and experience have been accumulated over the years. The things made are incomparable to those private workshops in terms of taste, workmanship, and hygiene."
Chapter completed!