After five days of harvesting wheat, Zhao Gang finally finished and went to his sister's house for a sumptuous dinner. He got drunk and returned home.

  Zhou Guoqiang and Zhao Yuzhen, who have been busy for several days, still haven't finished their work. Next, they need to thresh the wheat grains, dry them in the sun, store the grain, and stack the straw, which is a big job. However, these tasks can be done at a slower pace, unlike harvesting wheat which has to be rushed.

  During the wheat harvest, the pork business was better than usual. Zhou Guoqiang calculated with joy that he couldn't close his mouth, and together with Zhao Yuzhen, they planned to collect two more pigs to raise at home.

  Zhou Xiaoyun and Da Bao each brought a basket of wheat to school, guessing that Principal Qiao would sell it and use the money to improve the teachers' working conditions.

  Everything in life is going on in an orderly manner, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. The Children's Day is approaching soon.

  Every year at this time, Principal Qiao would worry: the county education bureau would always organize a cultural performance around this time. What could a rural school like theirs possibly have to show for it? Two years ago, they had found a child to sing revolutionary songs, but it was barely passable. Last year, they had managed to scrape together a dance routine, and the school had even spent money on costumes for the kids, but compared to the fancy programs put on by city schools, it was really quite shabby. What were they going to do this year?

  When Fang Wenchao came to Principal Qiao and said he was preparing to let Zhou Xiaoyun participate in the art performance, Principal Qiao was so happy that he slapped his thigh. First, he described in detail the difficulties the school had faced in previous years' June 1st performances, and then he went on and on praising young Fang Wenchao, saying things like "wise eyes recognize talent" and "famous teachers produce top students", a whole bunch of praise and flattery poured down on Fang Wenchao.

  Fang Wenchao, who had just graduated for less than two years, was bewildered by the "old and cunning" Principal Qiao. He patted his chest to guarantee that he would take Zhou Xiaoyun to participate in the county's performance and definitely bring back an award.

  Young people are indeed passionate about their work, Principal Qiao saw off Fang Wenchao's back with a smile that reached his ears. However, he slapped his own thigh too hard just now, ouch!

  An old bone was almost shattered, all because of being too excited, probably left a five-finger print.

  After leaving the principal's office, Fang Wenchao's feverish brain finally calmed down a bit, and he vaguely remembered that he had promised to do something very difficult.

  Must win an award at the county elementary school art show? Where can you buy votes?

  The county has at least 20-30 elementary schools, and if each school has one program, the number is not small. At that time, it was reasonable to set up first, second, and third prizes, but the total number of winners did not exceed half, and the first and second prizes were basically monopolized by the county town elementary schools, and the third prize was also not easy to get!

  Fang Wenchao certainly thought Zhou Xiaoyun was not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to volunteer. However, after all, he had just graduated and was still a rookie, and had never seen such an array before. For the time being, he couldn't figure out the performance level of each school, so if Zhou Xiaoyun returned empty-handed, how would he explain it to the expectant principal?

  After thinking for half a day, Fang Wenchao specially went to find Zhou Xiaoyun and told her that in three days, he would go to the county competition and must win an award back. No matter what, things have come to this point, and can only move forward without retreating, and can only do his best.

  Zhou Xiaoyun was taken aback by Fang Wenchao's words, she had not expected this matter to be so serious.

  She had never participated in any literary and artistic activities before, and there was no experience to draw on. She has been practicing blowing harmonica for half a year now, and she feels that she is doing well, but the goal of "must win an award" is too high. If she performs poorly and ruins the scene, wouldn't it be a waste of Fang Wenchao's hard work in cultivating her and Principal Qiao's eager expectations?

  Zhou Xiaoyun, who had never thought this matter was important, was a bit flustered now: "Teacher Fang, I don't dare to guarantee that we will definitely win the award. The city schools must have many good programs, and I..."

  Fang Wenchao, who was uncertain in his heart, appeared very confident in front of Zhou Xiaoyun at this time. Anyway, he had to boost Zhou Xiaoyun's morale:

  "Don't worry, Zhou Xiaoyun. You've practiced so diligently and your flute playing is great. You must have confidence in yourself. I'm telling you the truth, you have more talent for music than I do. When I was around 10 years old, I learned to play the harmonica, but after two years, my level was only about the same as yours now. Besides, our county school isn't comparable to those city schools. Not many rural schools can surpass us. I believe you will definitely shine in the future. Go boldly, Teacher Fang has confidence in you."

  As he spoke, Fang Wenchao also began to calm down. No matter how sensible Zhou Xiaoyun was, she was still just a seven-year-old child of over 1.2 meters tall, and at this time, he had to show confidence in front of her. If he himself were to panic, wouldn't Zhou Xiaoyun be even more frightened?

  After listening to Fang Wenchao's encouraging words, Zhou Xiaoyun slightly put down her mind and thought that after practicing hard for so long, it was time to show off. What's there to be afraid of? She had already lived a life, what's the big deal about this "small matter"?

  After making good mental preparation for herself, Zhou Xiaoyun practiced again under Fang Wenchao's guidance for a while before letting her go home when the sky was about to darken.

  As he was about to leave, Fang Wenchao suddenly remembered something and pulled Zhou Xiaoyun aside to remind her to dress up a bit on the day of his departure. He didn't have the nerve to say directly that Zhou Xiaoyun's clothes were all old and oversized, which made her look too shabby.

  Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly realized, looking at the floral jacket and black pants on her body, that they were indeed too "simple". This outfit was fine for studying at home, but if she wore it out to perform, it would be too unprofessional. At least she should wear something a bit more beautiful and new!

  It seems that I have to go home and discuss with mom today, Zhou Xiaoyun thought about how to tell her parents while walking back home.