The morning reading class at No. 1 Middle School is from 7:30 to 8:00, the first class is from 8:00 to 8:45, with a 15-minute break in the middle, the second class is from 9:00 to 9:45, and the morning exercise class is from 9:45 to 10:00.
The third class is from 10:00 to 10:45, with a 15-minute break in the middle, and the fourth class is from 11:00 to 11:45. There are four classes in the morning, followed by lunch, and the next class is at 2:00 in the afternoon.
There are three classes in the afternoon, from 2:00 to 2:45, 3:00 to 3:45, and 4:00 to 4:45.
Seven classes a day, eye exercises and the like, those things just didn’t exist in that era.
On school days, there are four major classes in the morning and three minor classes in the afternoon. There are only two physical education classes and two music classes a week. The other minor classes are taken in rotation in the afternoon.
On September 1st, the first day of school, there were no classes yet and there was no morning reading. The students in Class 1 were all flipping through their new books to prepare for the semester. The air was filled with the unique scent of ink from new books, as well as the students' complex emotions of anticipation and slight nervousness for the new semester.
The sunlight shines through the classroom windows onto youthful faces, adding a bit of warmth and brightness to the beginning of the new semester.
As the bell rang, the first day of school officially began.
After attending Chinese, math and English classes in a row for the whole morning, Zhang Qiurui discovered that the teaching methods of this era were completely different from those of later generations. It felt very simple. She didn't know if it was because she traveled through time and space and her memory had improved, or if she had learned it in later generations, but she felt it was a little simple.
Often, as soon as the teacher asks a question, Zhang Qiurui can quickly search for the answer in his mind, and can even foresee the doubts that the students may have next. Even those mathematical formulas and English grammar that once gave the students a headache can now be easily dealt with.
Especially in Chinese class, when talking about ancient poetry, Zhang Qiurui can not only recite the entire poem quickly, but also explain the profound meaning contained in it at will.
"The morning classes are finally over, time for lunch! Qiurui, Mingqi, come over and eat together. Zhou Tan and I will collect the textbooks on the desk." After the four morning classes were over, Wang Shi at the back desk shouted to Zhang Qiurui and Mingqi.
The weather is still hot now, so there is no need to heat up the rice. Even the dishes fried in the morning are still warm after being sealed in the aluminum cube box.
"Okay." Zhang Qiurui sat down and took out the three aluminum square boxes he brought with him. He opened the lid of the lunch box and a sweet fragrance wafted out.
"Oh my god, so much braised pork? Wang Shi, does someone in your family work at the food station?" When Wang Shi opened the lunch box, he saw it was full of braised pork, probably more than half a pound. Zhang Qiurui was a little surprised.
As for the dishes Zhou Tan brought, they were normal, one scrambled egg and one three fresh vegetables.
Looking at Wang Shi bringing the braised pork, the color is attractive, fat and lean, juicy, and the aroma is so fragrant that people can't help but want to taste it immediately.
"How do you know my dad works at a food station?"
"Anyone who can bring in nearly a pound of meat to eat every day is not an ordinary person." Zhang Qiurui pointed to the box of braised pork.
"That's right, eat them all, don't be polite with me. Qiurui, I'll give you half a box of lunch, and you give me a steamed bun!" Wang Shi saw that Zhang Qiurui and her niece only brought four cornmeal steamed buns, and he didn't know whether they could be full, so he suggested.
"Forget it. I'm going to eat your braised pork today. It feels a bit unfair to eat your rice. Let's change it next time. I won't be polite to you today." Zhang Qiurui was also a little embarrassed.
Then I took a piece of braised pork and ate it. The taste was so delicious that it was unforgettable. It was fat but not greasy, lean but not dry, and the meat was tender and juicy. Every bite was an ultimate indulgence for the taste buds.
Zhang Qiurui ate happily, taking a bite of vegetables and a bite of steamed bun.
However, the style of painting suddenly changed afterwards.
Zhou Tan and Wang Shi specifically eat the green pepper and mushroom stir-fried and saladed eggplant made by Zhang Qiurui.
The two seemed to have a special liking for these two dishes. Their chopsticks dropped frequently, occasionally picking up a piece of braised pork, but they only tasted it briefly, and were mostly immersed in the simple yet flavorful vegetarian dishes.
"Whoever cooked it, it's so delicious, much better than my mom's. Now I think eggs and meat are not as delicious as these two dishes." Zhou Tan asked.
"I think it's delicious too. Look at the green peppers and mushrooms, they're so fresh and fragrant. And the cold-mixed eggplant, it melts in your mouth. It's even more addictive than meat." Wang Shi nodded in agreement, a gentle smile on his face.
"I cooked it. If you like it, I'll cook it in different ways tomorrow. Wang Shi, don't bring too much meat next time, otherwise neither my aunt nor I will dare to eat with you. We'll feel like we're taking advantage of you." Zhang Qiurui said with an embarrassed smile.
People are soft-hearted when taking things from others, and they are soft-mouthed when eating things from others. In this era of material scarcity, being able to share food, especially pork, means either that you are a typical fool with a lot of money, or that others really regard you as a friend.
"Haha, Qiurui, don't say that. It's fate that we can get together for a meal. Seeing you enjoying your meal makes me happier than anything else." Wang Shi laughed heartily, his eyes full of sincerity and kindness.
Zhou Tan also said, "Yes, Qiu Rui, don't be polite. Wang Shi's family is well-off, and his father works at a food station, so it's only natural that he brought some meat. But your cooking skills are something we usually don't get to enjoy."
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After three days of classes, Zhang Qiurui basically knew everything in class, but he still had to pretend to listen. Zhang Qiurui often got distracted during class, and he actually felt a little envious of those who worked outside.
People are so fickle. When they are in school, they envy those who don’t have to go to school every day. But when they really step into society and start working day after day, they miss the simplicity and beauty of campus life.
The relationship between them and Wang Shi and Zhou Tan became better and better, and they became more and more familiar with other classmates.
The friendships and ties between classmates in this era are always so pure and profound, without too many conflicts of interest, only the laughter and tears of youth.
Zhang Qiurui, who has some free time, wants to go back to his old job.
Zhang Qiurui thought about it and it seemed that it was not impossible. During the daytime classes, he could pretend to listen to the lectures, but actually he could write and draw in class. If he paid attention, basically no one would be able to detect him.
Since I live and eat with my eldest niece, I have to find a way to avoid her.
Once my eldest niece finds out that I am "daydreaming" in class, she will inevitably nag and worry me.
Zhang Qiurui thought to herself and decided to take a more covert approach to realize her "side job" plan, but she was still young and did not want to expose her side job.
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