"Okay, Principal Wang, after printing the last batch, I will no longer print it." In the face of the difficulties in reality, Huang Zhizhong could only compromise.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Wang Shuilin thanked Huang Zhizhong with a shameless face. Although he didn't have to do this at all, he heard and witnessed the passionate and passionate enthusiasm of too many students, and he didn't want to slam the enthusiasm of these passionate young people.

The last piece of white paper was stained with ink from the printing press and sent out of the conveyor port. The buzzing sound slowly stopped. Huang Zhizhong and the students in the printing room stood blankly in front of the newspaper that had just been printed. Looking at the newspaper with pictures and texts, Huang Zhizhong felt very uncomfortable.

This printing machine that can print pictures is a new machine jointly developed by Duan Guoxue and several engineers. The original purpose was to print textbooks with pictures, increase students' interest in reading and reduce the difficulty of teachers' explanations. This kind of printing machine is currently the most advanced. The newspaper that can print such clear pictures was something that Huang Zhizhong had never dared to imagine before, but now with such a good machine, it stopped printing because there was no white paper, which made Huang Zhizhong unacceptable.

Suddenly, Huang Zhizhong ran out of the printing room at a speed of 100 meters, ran all the way back to his dormitory, rolled up his bed cover, lifted up the bed board one by one, and then ran back to the printing room with the bed board, flipped out the hammer and saw in the tool box, and tinkered with it. The classmate next to him stood by and watched inexplicably.

But soon, their doubts were answered - a simple wooden board news column that could not be easily moved appeared in front of everyone.

Huang Zhizhong picked up two newspapers, pasted the newspaper on the wooden board, and walked out of the printing room against the newspaper.

"The militia won a great victory!!! Killed and injured thousands of enemy troops and captured thousands of prisoners. The militia officers declared that they would fight against all hostile forces who wanted to seize the fruits of other people's labor without any effort!!!" In the living area not far outside Xingmin Company, Huang Zhizhong held a wooden board and read the contents of the newspaper loudly. The people who had not bought the newspaper just now surrounded him.

"Child, what is it written here?" an uncle asked, pointing to a corner of the newspaper.

"Uncle, that's the list of captured officers of the enemy. Do you want me to miss it?"

"No! No! I can't recognize those people even if you read it, but how many people are there?"

"More than ten platoon-level officers, four company-level officers, and some combat staff."

"Good guy, isn't that a big bunch?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Good guy, it's a big victory!"

"Child, please help me see if my child is in the militia. Is there a list of casualties written on it?" An old lady with a small foot swaying and holding a crutch and was supported by her grandson and walked to the wooden board.

"I'll help you see... Auntie, it says that two people were killed in this battle and twelve were injured. What's your child's name?"

"Qiu Lin, Zhou Qiu Lin." The old lady hurriedly reported her name.

"Let me take a look... no, auntie, there is no name for your child."

"Really? Child, don't lie to me."

"Auntie, really, there isn't."

"That's good! That's good!" The old lady kept muttering this sentence, and slowly left the crowd with a stick.

"Child, please help me. What is written next to this picture?" An old man with gray hair pointed to a picture and asked.

"Old man, it says: War is cruel, although they were our enemies the moment before, and the militia soldiers treated the wounded among the prisoners of war in humanitarian thinking."

"Child, is this our militia people treating the enemy? Not treating our own people?"

"Yes, old man, look, the clothes worn by these bandaged people are not worn by our militia at all." Huang Zhizhong said, pointing to the person in the picture.

"Okay! OK! The teacher of benevolence and righteousness! The teacher of benevolence and righteousness!" The old man nodded constantly while twisting his chin.
Chapter completed!