Chapter 163 Two-in-one What’s the difference between this and inviting the wolf over? …
However, this kind of cram school for the whole team is not held every day like regular classes. Firstly, this is Song Ruan's personal bad taste. No, it is Song Ruan's selfless and voluntary labor. He doesn't want to make himself work hard from nine to five like going to work.
Secondly, although this land is fertile and known as a treasure house, even a national treasury has its limits. Moreover, the growth of herbs requires a specific environment and conditions. They are not like weeds that grow in large patches. There are only about ten species that grow here. A few classes are enough to explain them clearly.
But even so, the villagers are suffering terribly.
Originally, these people who make a living in the fields only had to swing hoes and do brainless labor every day. Now, asking them to recite in class is like forcing zombies to breakdance. It is so difficult.
Of course, it is painful for zombies to be forced to dance, but if you are not a zombie, but a spectator watching the zombies dance or ringing the bells, it will be very happy.
Making things difficult for yourself makes you depressed, while making things difficult for others makes you spiritual. Other people's pain is the best foundation for building your own happiness.
They are such wicked people.
But for the zombies, cross it out. For the villagers, although learning is painful, if you ask them not to come, no one will agree.
The people in their Dongfeng Brigade are a bit brave, but not stupid. They can figure it out with their butts, and it's a good thing for them. They don't have to pay for tuition - this is the most important thing - who would be so stupid as to push the benefits away?
Moreover, spring is about to begin, the thaw will start, the grass will grow, and the trees will be green. The first wave of herbs will also appear. If they miss it because they don't know where to go and let others get to it, they will regret it so much that they will slap their thighs in the middle of the night.
Everyone attended every class without missing a single one while feeling the pain.
The main thing is that Song Ruan is really good at using his umbrella. He is very good at operations such as "recalling the previous lesson before class" and "driving a train during class". The whole village is here and everyone is watching. It would be so embarrassing if you can't answer.
The children were also pulled over to listen - the children who love to run around the mountains are the main force in picking up mountain products. What's more, the adults themselves are dizzy from listening, so how could they be willing to let the children have fun?
Go, you must go!
Of course, they wouldn't say this directly. They usually said to their children righteously, "It's better for children to learn more knowledge. Besides, Teacher Xiao Song will be your teacher in the future. You should go and make yourself familiar with her first."
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After two classes, Song Ruan's reputation in the Dongfeng Brigade was not so much hated by everyone, but she was ranked first among the "Three Rural Bullies" by surpassing the big goose and the mad dog. Some people also felt that the ranking of a small village could not reflect Song Ruan's fighting power, and secretly ranked her against many wild guys in the Daxinganling forest.
They have a saying, "First pig, second bear, third tiger". Don't get me wrong, this is not a ranking of the actual fighting power of these three animals, but a ranking of the degree of harm these three animals pose to humans when humans encounter these animals in the wild. The wild boar originally topped the list with its ferocious and sharp fangs, tough and thick skin, and its stubborn temper that will fight to the death with humans once provoked, but!
Now!
Everyone whispered privately that the top spot should be given to Song Ruan.
The times are developing and mankind is progressing. Now the most lethal list should be "First Song, Second Pig, Third Bear, and Fourth Tiger"!
It happened to be winter, and everyone liked to sit together and chat about daily life, whether they had anything to do or not. This jingle spread quickly like a plague.
Sometimes when Song Ruan passed by someone else's house, she would hear an adult scolding a child inside: "Are you still crying? If you keep crying, I'll go find your teacher, Xiao Song! Then I'll ask Xiao Song to give you a lot of homework. If you get one wrong, I'll tie you up and hang you on the door beam, and whip you hard! I'll whip you until you bleed and you won't dare touch the stool!"
Those days were not like the later times. Every family had only one child, who was more precious than anything else. If the teacher dared to touch him, the parents would rush to the Education Bureau to report him.
At that time, family planning had not been fully implemented, especially in rural areas. A family had at least three or four children, and at most seven or eight. In addition, the material conditions were not very good, and they were busy with heavy farm work. Raising children was like feeding chickens and ducks. When it was time for dinner, everyone had to "suck suck suck" to give them a bite of food, as long as they didn't starve to death.
They were brought up roughly and, because they had little education, they had a blind trust and admiration for teachers who were "educated people". If they heard that their children were beaten by the teacher at school, they would grab a cane and beat their children first without asking the reason when they got home.
Song Ruan heard the child who was originally crying inside take a breath, and the crying stopped abruptly before it faded away. He made a quacking sound like a duck, and then the quacking sound became smaller, and he started to hiccup.
Song Ruan showed an evil smile at the door.
She put her hands on her waist and gathered her energy, turned her back to the wind to prevent herself from choking, and said loudly, "Yes, Teacher Xiao Song has specially stocked up on gentian violet and mercurochrome. Soak the cane in iodine and disinfect it while you're at it. Don't worry, kid, I promise it will heal quickly without inflammation or suppuration!"
The conversation inside suddenly stopped, and then the child's hiccups stopped, followed by a hysterical sharp burst of sound.
Then Song Ruan heard a flurry of noises, as if something was rolling and crawling on the ground, and then the door was slammed shut with such force that Song Ruan, who was standing by the wall, could vaguely feel the wall shaking.
The parent inside was originally trying to have a few words with Song Ruan, but when he saw this, he yelled, "Fuck you, you little bastard, you broke the door!"
Song Ruan laughed and left, without taking away a single cloud, but leaving behind a field of crying.
There are no secrets in the countryside. She had just finished speaking in the morning, and by the afternoon her words had spread to every corner of the Dongfeng Brigade.
Great, there’s an update on the materials for parents to scare their kids!
You know what, these educated people are different. Even after beating a child, they still think about the aftermath. They are really meticulous people. They just broke the cane and beat them.
Even they themselves found it scary to hear, luckily they were not the ones being beaten.
As the parents thought about this, they patted their chests with lingering fear.
At this point, Song Ruan's reputation in the Dongfeng Brigade was like that of a wolf that would snatch children from the mountains and eat children's hearts and livers in the middle of the night. Not to mention that it could scare people to the point of climbing over the wall and running away, it was more than enough to stop a child from crying at night.
She seems to have become the new uncrowned king of the Dongfeng Brigade. Dogs wag their tails and lower their heads when they see her, and chickens stand at attention and salute her with a "cluck, cluck" when they see her.
That pomp and ceremony, that scene, wow, even the team leader who has been working at the grassroots level for 20 years doesn't have that.
Others might feel a little embarrassed, but Song Ruan certainly didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She walked with her head held high.
Yes, yes, yes, promote her like this! She is not shy!
Let the storm come even harder!
But there was certainly no storm. Not to mention the storm, even during this period of time, there were fewer lively scenes of fights, brawls, and quarrels in the Dongfeng Brigade. The whole brigade was filled with a sense of fatigue from being tossed back and forth by the waves of knowledge.
It's lifeless and peaceful.
Some villages looked alive, but had actually been gone for a while.
When spring thawed and school officially started, Song Ruan had to attend classes in the village primary school. After reluctantly finishing the course due to lack of time, almost all the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
No, it was an expression of regret.
When he turned his head, the wrinkles on his face were deeper and clearer than the ridges of a freshly plowed field.
Oh my, they are already old and it is really not suitable for them to attend classes. It is better to let the children study hard.
As for whether the children are in pain - how can learning not be painful? Only those who endure hardships can become successful. Teacher Xiao Song, I leave my child to you. Please feel free to beat him if he doesn’t listen! Make sure they study hard!
Anyway, as long as the knife doesn't fall on themselves, they will always be sensible.
After all, the funds were specially approved by the leaders above, and the village primary school of Dongfeng Brigade was built according to the scale of several brigades' joint primary schools. It can catch up with the primary schools in the commune - apart from anything else, each grade can have a separate classroom!
You should know that nowadays many schools have insufficient housing, so children from two grades are often squeezed into one classroom. While one grade of children is in class, the other grade of children are studying on their own and practicing calligraphy. There is a special name for this, called double-class teaching.
So as soon as the school was built, not only children from the Dongfeng Brigade came, but also children from many surrounding brigades, especially the Qingshan Brigade across the way. Because the team raised sheep and had some wealth, there were a lot of children sent here, and many of them were even transferred back from the commune primary school.
——They are all schools, so what’s the difference where they go? Dongfeng Brigade is not only closer, but also much cheaper!
Nowadays, which family doesn’t live frugally?
The whole school looks quite large. Now primary schools are five-year systems, and six teachers were recruited at that time. Five of them taught grades one to five respectively, and the other was responsible for labor classes and music for the entire school.
Three teachers recruited from the village were assigned to teach grades one and two and labor classes. Three educated youth were responsible for teaching grades three to five. Because of her great reputation, Song Ruan was awarded the position of fifth-grade teacher with great expectations.
There are few teachers now, and it is already a generous arrangement to have one teacher for each grade, so there is no further subdivision. There is one class for each grade, and one teacher is in charge of everything, that is, he teaches all subjects.
However, there are not many subjects at this time. Labor and music have been separated. In total, there are Chinese, arithmetic, calligraphy, and ideology and morality, that is, quotations.
The children that Song Ruan was taking care of were considered older. Compared with the first and second graders, they could sit still in class, were more sensible, and not so naughty - it might also be because Song Ruan broke a wooden stick as thick as a bowl in public in his first class. Anyway, everyone was well-behaved and cooperative, so it was relatively easy for Song Ruan to teach them.
Well, the main reason is that as a teacher I don’t have to work in the fields, so it’s easier when I think about it this way.
Moreover, Song Ruan is just a teacher after all and doesn't go to the fields. The labor teacher in their school is very good at it. He directly brings the students to his home's vegetable garden to "work."
In other words, nowadays it is mainly collective labor, and a family only has one or two vegetable plots. If the household contract responsibility system is implemented in a few years, I am afraid that a family only needs to buy a bag of seeds in the spring and wait for the harvest in the fall.
In other words, the labor teacher was a native of the village, and everyone knew him as a relative. Otherwise, he would have been reported.
All in all, Song Ruan is very satisfied with her current life.
Every morning when I open my eyes, if there is still time, I will fry myself a stew and have a bowl of noodles, or boil two eggs, buy a steamed bun or steamed bun from the system mall and pretend that I made them myself, and ride my donkey to school.
For example, today, she got up a little early - she calculated that apart from the time spent on the way to eat, she could still arrive at school three minutes earlier, so she was no longer in a hurry.
The main thing is that she learned a new trick from watching the system video last night. It doesn't matter if she is two minutes late. She just walks in with a stern face and says, "I deliberately came three minutes late just to see if the students in our class know how to take the initiative to study. What's the result? You guys disappoint me so much!"
Song Ruan thought of that scene, and with a chuckle, she made herself an fried egg, then poured boiling water into it and started cooking the noodles.
But as a teacher, it is wrong to be late.
Song Ruan scooped the noodles into the lunch box, but did not cover it. She carried it out like that, and rode on Haoshi's back skillfully. She held the chopsticks between the fingers of the hand holding the lunch box, and patted Haoshi's butt with her free hand: "Walk steadily, I'm eating."
Good things moved their ears unhappily. The lazy two-legged beast was so lazy that it couldn't move without two legs and was called by the gods every day!
That’s a lot of requirements! !
Song Ruan stuffed a piece of fruit candy into the donkey's mouth.
Good things: ...
Humph, that’s too many requests.
Song Ruan stuffed it with another piece of egg and milk biscuit.
Good things:.
The requirement is... It's not a matter of whether to have the requirement or not. The main thing is that it has four legs - two more than Song Ruan, and walking steadily is its nature.
Good things are about to start off smoothly.
Song Ruan sat leisurely on the donkey's back, picking up noodles and stuffing them into his mouth. The bell on his neck jingled on the village road, like a lively piece of music.
"Teacher Song, go to class."
Song Ruan was slurping noodles into his mouth when he suddenly heard a loud voice like a trumpet coming from the side.
——The people here have very loud voices. There's nothing you can do about it. The wind here in winter is louder than the screams of ghosts. You can't hear clearly unless you speak louder. Besides, people are very enthusiastic now. There are no mobile phones for them to be obsessed with their phones. Their eyes are very sharp. They greet each other from a distance. After a while, they have practiced it.
One Lei Zhenzi per capita.
Song Ruan turned around with a noodle in her mouth and saw an old man with a sweat towel draped around his neck, who was about a hundred meters away from her and was smiling and greeting her. He was holding a hoe with fresh mud marks on it in his hand and it looked like he had been working for a while.
Song Ruan felt something was wrong, so she looked up and down, only to find that although the old man looked enthusiastic at first glance, his steps did not show any intention of approaching and chatting with an acquaintance. He even turned around eagerly, with a tense face, as if he was ready to retreat at any time.
How to say it, he looked as if he was afraid that she would really come up and talk to him in detail.
Little did he know that the old man was also feeling miserable. He even wanted to slap himself twice - you’re not talking too much! I told you not to talk too much!
Why don't you just pretend that you were working the field honestly and didn't see anyone? Why did you have to say something rude? Now, Teacher Xiao Song is looking at you! ah! The donkey under her butt took half a step towards her!
What's the difference between this and inviting the wolf over? !
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