I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

The next day, Lin Qinglan saw from afar the uncles and aunts from the planting class carrying hoes and shovels and busying themselves on the campus.

"Uncle Wang, what are you doing?"

"Weeding. Teacher Zhao said this class will teach us how to transplant flowers and trees."

Uncle Wang has gotten a tan recently and looks much more energetic. He spoke as he worked with a hoe.

As if wanting to show off, Uncle Wang used extra force, and the hoe made a hole when it landed.

"Uncle Wang, stop it!" Teacher Zhao from the planting class rushed over and exclaimed, "Leave it alone, this is not a weed. When I just came out, didn't I tell you about the characteristics of a weed?"

"Ouch, my eyesight is bad, I made a mistake." Uncle Wang moved the hoe two inches to the right. He couldn't say that he hadn't been listening to the class just now, so he nodded as if he understood it.

“This is a weed, right?”

As he said this, he swung the hoe vigorously.

Aunt Wu rushed over from the other direction, "Don't move! This is the lisianthus I planted."

Embarrassed, Uncle Wang raised his hoe again and moved two inches to the left. "I know this. Isn't this garlic?"

"Did Teacher Zhao plant it in the wrong place?"

"The garlic should be planted in the vegetable garden next to the canteen, waiting for me to pluck it and send it to Master Wu."

"It's just a little bit, not enough to make a bowl of garlic noodles."

He bent down and reached out to pull out the garlic sprouts.

Aunt Wu and Teacher Zhao stretched out their hands at the same time, "Don't move!"

One of them grabbed Uncle Wang's arm, and the other took away the hoe, fearing that more flowers would suffer.

Being attacked from both sides, Mr. Wang looked innocent. “What’s wrong with garlic? I’m sure it’s garlic.”

Then he slapped his forehead and looked at Lin Qinglan.

"I understand. This is a public resource of the school."

"I pulled it out and gave it to Principal Lin, asking her to take it to the cafeteria to make noodles, and that's all."

Lin Qinglan waved her hands repeatedly after hearing this, "I don't want it. I can't eat this."

Teacher Zhao stamped his feet anxiously, "It's not garlic, it's daffodil, it's poisonous."

Upon hearing that it was poisonous, Uncle Wang immediately withdrew his hand.

The hand that was suspended in mid-air touched another plant, "Who planted the onions here? Is this one not poisonous?"

Teacher Zhao was about to collapse, "Uncle Wang, this is not an onion, it's called hyacinth."

Uncle Wang scratched his head in annoyance, "Flowers grow in all kinds of different ways these days."

Eventually, Uncle Wang was sent to dig holes in an open space.

Lin Qinglan squatted beside and touched the flower seedlings on the ground.

Teacher Zhao applied for 200 yuan of funding from her, saying that he wanted to buy flower seedlings and seeds to decorate the campus.

The school's greening is mainly composed of evergreen pine and cypress.

The bushes are all green leaves, which looks a bit monotonous.

The flowers planted now will bloom next year and will look very beautiful when they bloom.

It just so happened that the planting class had practical classes, which allowed the uncles and aunts to serve as “free labor.”

Lin Qinglan was just about to take a short video when Ms. Meng Wenwen from the Administration Office called her from upstairs.

"Sister Lin, come here quickly, something big has happened."

The busy uncles and aunts also heard the noise, stopped what they were doing, and turned to look over.

Lin Qinglan didn't dare to delay and hurried upstairs.

She had originally planned to go out for an inspection today, but as she was busy with the square dance competition yesterday, the school's daily work was handed over to the administrative office.

When she heard Meng Wenwen say that something had happened, she was also confused.

Meng Wenwen looked at her phone anxiously, as the message she was expecting had not yet arrived.

She didn't dare to look into Principal Lin's deep eyes now.

Meng Wenwen studied at a normal school. Most of her classmates worked in the city's primary and secondary schools, but she immersed herself in the work of an administrative teacher at a senior citizens' university. Her roommates laughed at her for being silly.

Meng Wenwen doesn't think so. She always feels that she has found a good job.

Principal Lin did not look down on her for having just graduated and having no work experience. He taught her step by step, told her the job content, and gradually made her familiar with the process.

She felt that she had met a very good leader who was also a gentle senior.

She is an administrative teacher. Her daily work is rather trivial, but she never feels bored while working.

Every time she went to the class to check the number of students, the uncles and aunts would greet her warmly and feed her snacks.

Today she went to check classes as usual and encountered the most serious crisis since she started working - four old men were missing, and they were not from the same class.

They are Mr. Fu who is taking the Chinese painting class today, Uncle Li who is taking the erhu class, Uncle Liao who is taking the Tai Chi class, and Uncle Fan who is in the math class.

The teachers of these four classes were also extremely anxious at this time.

Meng Wenwen searched upstairs and downstairs, even went to the cafeteria, but did not find the four people.

At first I thought they were late, so I called their family.

I couldn't get through to Mr. Fu's son, and his housekeeper said that Mr. Fu did ride his bike to school this morning, and his bodyguard was still waiting outside the school gate.

Uncle Li's son, Mr. Li, vowed to send him to school before returning to the store today.

Uncle Liao lives in the dormitory. The teacher in the next room said that he went for morning exercise early. According to his habit, he would go to class after morning exercise.

Mr. Fan has no children and lives alone. The contact information he filled in is that of his students, and no one knows where he is at this time.

When Lin Qinglan went upstairs, Meng Wenwen's eyes were already red with anxiety.

"Principal Lin, where did Uncle Fu and the other four go? I can't contact them."

"Don't worry, this was premeditated." After hearing what happened, Lin Qinglan roughly understood.

If four people disappear at the same time, it is most likely a "gang crime."

Old Fu and Uncle Li are both known for being restless.

Uncle Liao has a criminal record of climbing over the wall to skip classes.

Uncle Fan is a difficult person to understand.

When several people get together, nothing good will happen.

Lin Qinglan was the first to think of a way to break the impasse. She asked Meng Wenwen to continue making the call while she went to find Aunt Wen.

According to her observation, Uncle Fan is honest but lovesick, and he will report to Aunt Wen wherever he goes.

There was a square dance competition yesterday, and Aunt Wen was not in school all day, so Uncle Fan sent countless voice messages and the chat interface was all green.

Aunt Wen also complained that he was annoying and required her to report what she had for lunch.

Sure enough, when Aunt Wen looked at her phone, she saw another dense stream of voice messages.

Just click on one of them and you can hear Uncle Fan’s not-so-standard Trump report:

"I was kidnapped by Lao Fu and Lao Li."

"I didn't go there voluntarily. They forced me. Don't be angry."

Aunt Wen pouted, not very happy: "Go wherever you want, who cares about his shitty business."

"Principal Lin, you must educate him well and make him write a self-criticism."

"I want to see if he can write a self-criticism using math problems."

"You can't talk properly all day long, and you pass me little notes that I can't understand."

Aunt Wen complained, but still listened to the voice patiently and finally summarized the key points for Lin Qinglan.

"He said they were three and missing one."