Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Part 2
After a busy day, the family went to bed early after washing up at night. The next day, after breakfast, Fu Mingze rode his bicycle back to Yangliu Brigade, while Shen Shaoyuan and Shen Moer strolled to work.
The weather was nice, the morning sunshine was gentle, and it brought a soft warmth to my body.
It can be seen that Shen Shaoyuan is in a good mood because he doesn't have to ride his bicycle early in the morning. When he meets someone he knows along the way, he will happily introduce Shen Moer to them. Usually, the other party will say with admiration and envy: "This is your daughter who can draw and embroider. She is so beautiful and capable. How can you be so lucky?"
You can tell from what she heard that her father must have boasted a lot.
Of course, some people would also praise Shen Shaoyuan and say, "Your daughter is really this big now. I thought you were joking. You said you looked so young, maybe in your thirties. How could your daughter be this big now?!"
He looked extremely shocked. Usually at this time Comrade Shen Shaoyuan would smile triumphantly, and he must have felt very happy.
Fortunately, Chen Moer had gotten used to it long ago. Not to mention now, when she was in Daliang, her father would praise her wherever he went. He had been praising her since she was a child, so much so that after her mother died, he never remarried, nor did he let anyone give him another son, and people in the capital didn't find it strange.
What about being praised in person, what about being praised a little too much, what about flattering her father while praising her... Shen Moer said that she has seen a lot, really a lot.
Despite this, Shen Moer still breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived at the gate of the commune middle school.
The main thing is that even though she has become numb to hearing it and has developed a thick skin, goose bumps still appear involuntarily.
Shen Moer had been to the commune middle school once before the New Year. Today, she went in and looked for the principal as if she was familiar with the place. The principal's surname was Kong. He had a round face and smiled all day long. He looked like Maitreya Buddha and did not seem very majestic.
Principal Kong smiled and said a lot of words of welcome, then personally led Shen Moer to the teacher's office.
There are only a dozen teachers in the school. The offices are two large rooms, with seven or eight people sitting in one room. There are two rows of desks put together, with four people sitting in a row facing each other.
Liuqiao Commune Middle School had never offered art classes before, and as soon as Shen Moli arrived at the office, she received curious looks from the teachers.
Principal Kong said with a smile: "This is our famous teacher Shen Moer, please applaud and welcome her."
The teachers were quite considerate and clapped sparsely. Shen Moer smiled and nodded: "Hello, teachers."
After the introduction, Principal Kong took her to an empty desk and said, "Just sit here."
He pointed to a round-faced girl next to him and said, "Kong Meijuan, please take care of Teacher Shen."
Kong Meijuan agreed with a smile, and when Principal Kong left, she pulled a chair and sat next to Shen Moer. Seeing Shen Moer take a stack of blank drawing paper and a box of paintbrushes out of her bag and put them in the drawer, she asked curiously, "Teacher Shen, don't you have a lesson plan? I heard that art classes at Qianjin Middle School have teaching materials. If you know someone, you can find a way to borrow one. Middle school students are different from elementary school students. Even if they haven't learned it before, they won't buy it if you teach it too simply."
Shen Moer could tell that she was reminding them kindly, so she smiled and said, "It's okay. I will mainly teach practical painting techniques. They can paint whatever they think of when the time comes. If they are interested, they can just go to Qianjin Middle School to continue their studies."
The female teacher wearing glasses on the other side interrupted: "They are professionals. Do you think we are just forced to do it?"
Then he explained with a smile that in addition to main subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry, and general knowledge, Liuqiao Commune Middle School also had elective subjects such as music and physical education, but there were no professional teachers for the elective subjects, and they were all taught part-time by the main subject teachers.
For example, Mr. Wang, a tall and strong mathematics teacher, not only has to teach students how to run, long jump and high jump, but also has to take students to run, long jump and high jump, assuming that the total amount of grain produced by the landlord exploited by the farmhands after x years is y kilograms.
For example, the teacher who is speaking, Cui Yingdong, teaches Chinese, but she can also play the organ, so she uses the school's organ that was discarded from somewhere to teach the children music lessons. If she takes a leave of absence or is too busy, the music class will be taken over by another general knowledge teacher who can play the erhu.
In short, we should give full play to the strengths of every teacher.
Shen Moer was speechless, and Kong Meijuan asked quietly: "Teacher Shen, besides painting, do you have other specialties? Or, is there any subject that you are particularly good at?"
Shen Moer looked at Kong Meijuan with a half-smile and asked, "Teacher Kong, what is your relationship with Principal Kong? Are you asking this out of your own curiosity, or on behalf of Principal Kong?"
Kong Meijuan scratched her head and laughed dryly, "Is it so obvious? I'm the principal's niece. Hehe, it's true that my uncle asked me to ask you about it. He wanted to see if there's anything else you can do, hehe."
It turns out that she is a spy planted by the principal among the people.
Cui Yingdong laughed: "Meijuan, look at you, you always tip off Principal Kong, be careful or we will isolate you."
Luo Maoshi, who was teaching both math and physical education, interrupted and said, "That's right, Comrade Meijuan, don't learn from your uncle. He has no moral principles. Just because I'm taller, he insists that I must be a sports athlete and that I must take the physical education class. I can't even jump as far as those boys in the first grade, let alone high jump. And yet I have to teach them techniques. I don't have any techniques at all."
Luo Maoshi was very resentful and couldn't help but swear.
Shen Moer couldn't help laughing. The atmosphere in the Commune Middle School was really good, at least it was quite relaxing.
In fact, schools in many places were not very peaceful at that time. Teachers were often reported and "overthrown". However, Jiangbei County was not so bad. It was probably because there were too many mountains in Jiangbei County and the transportation was not very convenient. This was actually a big disadvantage, but it also prevented the rapid spread of those fierce remarks and movements outside to a certain extent.
Of course, compared with other places, especially compared with central cities like the capital and Shanghai, the overall situation in South Province is much better. The province is not as chaotic as some places, and all work is still in order. With a better overall environment, Jiangbei County will naturally be okay.
Elective courses like music and art are naturally not scheduled early in the morning, so when Principal Kong took a bell and rang it in the corridor, other teachers in the office left with their textbooks. Only Shen Moer looked at the schedule that Principal Kong gave her and sat there without moving.
There is only one class in the morning, and it is the last one.
Shen Moer went to the table where a thermos, chalk and other miscellaneous items were placed, poured a glass of water, came back and sat down, drinking water while reading a high school textbook.
Fortunately, Kong Meijuan was not there, otherwise if she saw her reading the high school physics textbook, I wonder if she would tell Principal Kong that she was particularly good at physics.
Shen Moer curled the corners of her lips and quickly began to read it carefully.
After watching a class, when other teachers went back to the office, Shen Moer stood up and walked around. When other teachers went to class again, she sat back down and continued watching. She watched two classes like this. When it was the third class, she took out a blank piece of drawing paper, thought about it, and drew some patterns and designs on it.
After the third class, Kong Meijuan came back with books and notebooks. She saw Shen Moer drawing and couldn't help but look over. She exclaimed, "Teacher Shen, you only drew a few patterns this morning. These look quite simple, don't you?"
Shen Moer had just finished painting, put away her brush, and explained with a smile: “Well, it looks quite simple, but it is still a bit difficult to paint it exactly and vividly.”
Kong Meijuan seemed to understand: "Oh, this is really like a mountain between two different trades."
When Principal Kong came to the corridor again with the bell, Shen Moer took an enamel cup for drinking water and a box of colored chalks and went to Class 2 and 3 of Junior High School.
The students in Class 2 and 3 of Junior High School knew that they were the first class to have art class. Even though the bell had already rung, the students were still discussing noisily until Shen Moli walked into the classroom. The classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Shen Moli curiously. Some exclaimed, "The new teacher is so beautiful," while others exclaimed, "Female tyrant."
Perhaps because of her martial arts training, Shen Moer had a very sensitive hearing. Ignoring those exaggerated, amazing and beautiful things, Shen Moer quickly found the figure of Liu Guizhi's son Zhou Pingan in the corner of the classroom.
Shen Moer: “…”
That’s terrible. It seems that her reputation as a female bully will not only spread in the staff quarters, but will also spread in the school.
Shen Moer walked up to the podium and wrote the word "Shen" on the blackboard. She said, "I am your art teacher. My last name is Shen. I will teach part-time at the Commune Middle School for a year, during which I will mainly teach you practical painting techniques. What are practical painting techniques? These techniques are the basis of drawing, ceramic painting, and even printmaking. You may not be able to draw after learning these techniques, but if you have the opportunity to join a related industry in the future, learning these basic techniques will at least allow you to learn faster than others."
After a pause, she continued, "Of course, the significance of painting is not just this. If anyone wants to learn something other than practical skills, they can come to me after class."
After saying that, she turned around and quickly drew a cute kitten on the blackboard.
"Wow, so vivid!"
"It looks simple, but it's hard to do it."
"This is interesting. I want to learn it."
"Do you know that there is a master in the kiln factory who can draw very realistic prints, almost like they were taken from a photograph. Hehe, I even went to see it secretly, and it's true, the drawings are very good! If I could draw so well, I would draw comic strips, and then we would all be drawn into the comic strips!"
"Then can you draw a picture for me, drawing me and the little hero Yulai together?"
…
Amid the chattering discussion, Shen Moer began to explain how to paint.
No one noticed that Zhou Ping'an, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly lit up his eyes behind his long bangs.
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