Lin Yu did not go forward to disturb them, and led reporter Chen to the back row.
Zhang Bing naturally saw it, but Lin Yu had already told him about it, so he wasn't surprised.
"It's time to start class."
As soon as he finished speaking, the "students" in the classroom all sat up straight on their own.
Some people even took out notebooks and pens.
Reporter Chen had the cameraman capture this scene.
Zhang Bing's class was not the kind of lecture Chen imagined, where he simply lectured from a textbook and a blackboard.
He first checked the characters learned in the previous lesson to see if the students could recognize them.
Call a few more people who can write up and write on the blackboard.
The elderly women who were called up to write were all holding their heads high and looking very proud.
Their handwriting wasn't very good, and you could tell their hands weren't very skilled at writing.
But the strokes are all correct.
After the students finished writing, Zhang Bing began to praise them.
The people below all looked on with envy.
Reporter Chen overheard an old man say, "It's just writing a character, what's so great about it? I'll write it next time too."
An older woman next to me rolled her eyes: "Come on, you're already impressive if you can even read."
The two were about to start arguing on the spot.
Reporter Chen was watching with great interest when he heard Zhang Bing say:
"Alright, let's begin the lesson."
The elderly people immediately quieted down, and everyone sitting below stared intently at Teacher Zhang above.
Zhang Bing took out a newspaper and said, "Today a reporter from the Beicheng Daily came to our brigade, so let's read from the Beicheng Daily."
He was reading today's edition of the Beicheng Daily, the headline of which was "xxx Holds a Grand Banquet".
After reading newspapers for two years, his Mandarin is now so fluent and clear that he's almost as good as a radio broadcaster.
After the entire report was read aloud, the people below began to ask questions.
Who is this president? Where is this country located?
What did our Premier say?
After answering all the questions, Zhang Bing began to explain the words in the article.
The words chosen are all commonly used and have simple strokes.
The students seemed to have gotten used to this way of teaching, reading along with the words on the blackboard while looking at them.
Some people even copied it down on paper.
Then Zhang Bing assigned homework, asking them to create their own sentences and write a three-sentence essay.
If you really can't write, you can speak.
During this break, reporter Chen asked the cameraman to film them writing.
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"That's all for today's lesson. Remember to keep practicing your calligraphy when you get home. We have an exam at the end of the month."
The literacy class ended just like that.
After everyone had left, Zhang Bing pushed the child over to Lin Yu and reporter Chen.
Reporter Chen showed him great respect and took the initiative to shake his hand: "Comrade Zhang is truly a role model for us all. You have taught us so well."
Zhang Bing's teaching style of teaching individualized instruction was fully demonstrated in his classes.
He doesn't teach impractical things; he starts with the topics that students care about most.
At the same time, it cultivated their habit of reading newspapers.
"No wonder I saw workers reading newspapers today."
At the time, reporter Chen was quite surprised, because it was obvious that the worker was reading the newspaper very attentively.
At this point, the baby in the stroller refused to sit any longer, wriggling around like a little bug.
Zhang Bing picked up his daughter and said to reporter Chen, "You flatter me. Actually, I learned it from others."
He recounted how Lin Yi and Er Niu, the two children, used to read newspapers to the elderly people in the team.
Don't assume that only intellectuals read newspapers; farmers also have topics they care about.
Living in the same era, we are all just beginning to peek out, eager to understand this society and this world.
There is no distinction between noble and lowly.
Zhang Bing even felt that these farmers were the ones who truly cared about the future of the country.
They are happy to hear good news, but worried when they hear news of war.
The more time you spend with them, the more you can see their shining qualities.
Reporter Chen was deeply moved by what he heard and almost considered Zhang Bing a close friend.
Do you have time for an interview?
He was very interested in the literacy class and wanted to learn more about it.
At this moment, Chenchen in Zhang Bing's arms started to fuss.
Letting a child sit in the car to attend class, and for her to remain quiet, is already a favor to her father.
But now that all her classes are over, her dad still refuses to take her out to play.
He insisted on standing here and talking to a stranger.
The child refused.
"Dad, hurry up!"
She's going to make a scene if we don't leave soon.
Lin Yu reached out her hand: "Chenchen, let Auntie give you a hug? Daddy and Uncle can talk."
Chenchen and Lin Yu were very familiar with each other. Chenchen looked at her with her dark, grape-like eyes and thought for a moment.
Only then did he reach out his hands and throw himself into Lin Yu's arms.
"Auntie, let's go."
Lin Yu knew the child couldn't stay still, so she said, "Okay, let's go out and play, right?"
Then he said to Zhang Bing and the others, "Let's go for a walk."
Reporter Chen and the cameraman then followed them out.
On a country road, bathed in moonlight and the glow of lights from neighboring houses, the group strolled slowly.
Lianhua Brigade is now a well-known wealthy brigade, and it installed power lines early on.
Every household now uses electric lights.
When reporter Chen asked about this, he also said, "How did you convince your superiors to install electrical wires for you?"
Lin Yu said, "Our food factory needs it, and it's also a benefit to everyone."
Actually, this was also Lin Yu's strong request. You know, before there were electric lights, it was completely dark here at night.
Even at home, the light from a kerosene lamp was not bright enough.
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