She stretched out one hand, grabbed one of the teacher's fingers, and twisted it backward with all her might. Her little feet weren't idle either; she kicked the teacher in the stomach. This was the posture taught to her by this "good teacher," who treated the girls in the class this way.

She's beaten up almost every girl in the class, is she trying to teach her a lesson now? Doesn't she even consider giving this woman, who's unfit to be a teacher, a chance?

I don't know how this woman, with such limited education and such poor manners, managed to become a teacher.

"Ah! You little bitch, let me go!"

Qian Xiao was furious. This was going to go on and on, wasn't it? She was eight years old and no one had ever dared to curse her like that in front of her. She raised her other little hand and slapped the woman across the face.

"Try swearing again. You think I'm being rude? I can't control how you mess with other people's kids all day, but you're thinking of messing with me? Who gave you the guts? Teacher? You don't even know if you're qualified. You only graduated from elementary school. What right do you have to teach us?"

"Ah! My hand! Let go of me, or I'll fire you."

"Fine, let's see if you have the ability. With a teacher like you, I don't want to stay in a school like this either."

As she spoke, Qian Xiao tightened her grip, not breaking the student but definitely causing enough pain. The commotion attracted the attention of teachers from other classes. When they arrived, they saw a student forcing a teacher to kneel on the ground, and they all subconsciously frowned.

They were all quite annoyed by this new teacher, but they couldn't let her be treated like this by the students; it would be a slap in the face to them as teachers.

"What are you doing? Let go of your teacher! How can a student lay a hand on a teacher?"

Qian Xiao looked over and saw a male teacher who taught third grade. He had a stern face and spoke with righteous indignation, as if he were the embodiment of justice.

"So, teacher, you mean that teachers can humiliate, beat, and scold students at will, regardless of whether the student is at fault or not, and students can't fight back?"

"There are no teachers who make mistakes; it must be the students who are at fault."

"Ha, that's hilarious. Let me ask you again, is this a school for teaching and nurturing, or a prison for you teachers to vent your anger? Are we students, or slaves who paid money to be sent to your school to be beaten, scolded, and humiliated at your whim?"

The male teacher's face changed; he couldn't say these things now, or he might be convicted...

"What nonsense are you talking about, child? I was just telling you not to lay a hand on the teacher."

"The way you're talking makes it sound like it's all my fault. Did you even know what happened after you came in? You came in all righteous indignation and started saying it was all our students' fault?"

"Why should it be our fault when something happens? We pay money to come to school to learn knowledge and broaden our horizons, not to be beaten, scolded, and humiliated by your teachers at will."

"You teachers are allowed to hit students on the head with sticks as thick as an arm for no reason, but we are not allowed to fight back. I think you are more domineering than the Japanese devils."

"She's a teacher? How come teachers never make mistakes? And if a teacher hits or scolds a student, it's always the student's fault? What right does someone who can't even face their own shortcomings and admit their mistakes have to teach and educate? She's not qualified. Do you think you are?"

The male teacher's face turned bright red, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Qian Xiao: "You, you, you're outrageous..."

"Pah, you think you're right just because you know an idiom? I've seen you pass by our classroom several times while our good teacher verbally humiliates the girls in our class, and you've always turned a blind eye. Why are you being so kind today?"

Qian Xiao clapped his hands with a look of sudden realization: "I know, anyway, you usually treat students the same way. You only spoke up today because you were afraid that this teacher would get beaten up by the students, which would affect your prestige, right?"

"I'm just wondering, don't you have children? If your child was beaten, scolded, or humiliated by a teacher at school for no reason, would you clap your hands and say it was your child's fault and that the teacher was right?"

"You, you, you, talking nonsense." Perhaps Qian Xiao had hit a nerve, because the male teacher started to stutter.

Qian Xiao didn't bother to talk to this person anymore: "Gouzi, Erhua, you two go back to the village and find the parents of the students in the class, and our village chief to come over too. Tell them that the school teachers are bullying and beating the children in our village."

Their village is a large village, and the primary school is not far from the village. Children from nearby villages all go to school here. Qian Xiao just doesn't understand how someone could be bullied right at their own doorstep.

"Okay." Gouzi and Erhua agreed and ran towards the door, but the teacher blocked the door, preventing them from going out.

If the villagers were to get involved in this matter today, they wouldn't get anything good out of it. The people of Qianjiatun are very united.

"Come here, jump out the window. The rest of you hold off the other teachers and let Gouzi and Erhua go back and report."

Every child from Qianjiatun in the class stood up and went to the door to stop the teacher who was about to catch Gouzi and Erhua. Among the children from Qianjiatun, Qian Xiao's words were like imperial edicts.

Several girls had been beaten and scolded by the teacher before, and Qian Xiao told them to go home and tell their parents to come and deal with it. Those parents probably didn't take it seriously, since that's how schools are at this time, and corporal punishment is a common occurrence.

Seeing the two children jump out of the window, the remaining teachers became anxious and rushed over to find the principal, just in time to see the principal also walking this way after hearing the noise.

The elementary school principal was said to be an old man who had returned from a big city. His exact background was unknown, but he was very serious, and all the students were afraid of him.

"What happened?" He had just returned from the commune. There had always been a shortage of teachers here. Although a teacher had come through connections, he lacked teaching experience and could easily hinder the children's learning.

He went to the commune today to discuss with the leaders the possibility of recruiting more high school students to be teachers, or at least junior high school graduates, otherwise they wouldn't be qualified to teach children. Teachers who are not qualified will be replaced.

"Yes, it was Teacher Wang who was beaten by the students."

The principal paused in his tracks: "Which Teacher Wang?"

This was the first time he had ever heard of a teacher allowing a student to hit someone. Respect for teachers has been a virtue in their Dragon Kingdom since ancient times. But he wasn't a rigid and inflexible person. He didn't believe that every teacher was always right, but resorting to violence was still quite shocking.

"It's Ms. Wang, who just came this year and teaches first and second grade."