Today is Sunday, and after a busy week, Teacher Lin finally has some free time. Sitting on the long bench at the village school, she casually chats with Aunt Li while eating canned pineapple.
Outside the courtyard wall of the school, Li Da is busily writing slogans with his mouth.
"Right, just write here... What is shaking your hand, be steady, horizontal and vertical—"
Wang Dong, who feels constantly criticized, suggests, "Head of the squad, why don't you write one?"
Li Da stares: "If I could do it, would I need to watch you dawdle?"
In the courtyard, Aunt Li rolls her eyes and complains to Lin Nianhe, "Your uncle is incompetent yet so demanding, sooner or later someone's going to sack him and give him a kicking."
Lin Nianhe nibbles on her pineapple, giggling.
Seeing Aunt Li's meticulous stitches while cobbling shoes, she asks, "Aunt Li, after the autumn harvest, aren't we out of tasks?"
