Chapter 164 Two-in-One: You can’t fight in school———Bang! ! …
What's going on? Should I go or not?
Good thing snorted twice impatiently, and its tail, like a brown whip, swung behind it, and the donkey took two steps towards the old man impatiently.
Chat, chat, chat, chat. It's like your mouth is connected to a fountain. There are not so many words coming out.
It turns out that you are not the one being ridden, so you don't feel any pain when you sit on it.
You ba! You ba! Talk nicely face to face!
Good things are about to go down the field with the clatter of hooves.
Song Ruan saw the old man's face twitch suddenly.
How to say it, the face, which was originally as rugged as the Loess Plateau, seemed to be torn apart by the land that was suddenly turned over by an earth dragon, and it was almost cracked.
From the crack, a banner with black words on a white background floated out:
retreat! retreat! ! retreat! ! !
As the distance got closer, Song Ruan could see his feet in straw sandals digging into the soil. The sandals looked weathered and fragile, and one could even vaguely see a thumb working diligently inside.
It looked like it was about to dig a hole and escape underground.
This old man has lived a peaceful and peaceful life as a human being for most of his life, and this is probably the first time he has experienced the feeling of a groundhog.
Song Ruan originally wanted to have a good chat with him, but when she looked down at the watch, she saw that it was time for class, so she could only say goodbye with regret:
"Yes, uncle. Oops, I have to go to class now. I have to leave now. We can talk later."
To be frank, at that moment, the old man's face seemed to be illuminated by the sun, and a peony blossomed on his face, swaying in the wind, and every day the petals happily spread their wings in the wind.
"Hey, hey, all right, Mr. Song, please hurry up and go... No, I mean, don't delay your class."
Old man: I tried hard to show my regret, but my teeth were really hot, so I had to expose them to get some fresh air.
Oh my, life is much harder now than before. Time flies so fast. After the thaw, it’s summer in the blink of an eye. I’m still working, so how can I not be hot?
Quack quack quack.
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The goose that was standing next to him with his head held high was so scared that he almost slapped him in the face.
What kind of monsters and demons dare to claim to be related to Uncle Goose!
Song Ruan rode the bicycle for a mile and could still hear the creaking sound coming from the wind behind him.
If she were to strike back now...
Song Ruan was about to make a move, but she looked down at the watch on her wrist and calmed down.
Forget it, she is a teacher after all, and it would be bad if it got out that she was late.
When they arrived at the school gate, they took off the pads and reins on Haoshi, folded them up and tied them into a ball. They let Haoshi walk around the village with the light body, and then put them back on when people came to pick her up after school in the afternoon.
As for the good news, how could a donkey pick her up at the right time after class so accurately - the donkey has been strolling around all day, so why doesn't it need to eat dinner?
Anyway, a donkey has nothing to do. If you come early, just wait here. It doesn't have to attend evening self-study and doesn't have to rush to work. The most it has is time.
Moreover, during the spring planting season, the good deed also made a certain contribution to the village - although due to its age, it could not compare to the other two old cows in the village that were skilled workers, but it was a free labor force, so what was there to complain about?
In short, the villagers are very satisfied with it, and their favorability towards it is increasing. They don't have to worry about it being bullied or abducted by anyone.
Even though it is summer now and the mountains and fields are covered with lush green grass, even if the grass is as green as the hat on Wu Dalang's head, can biscuits be as delicious, can candies be as tasty, can malted milk be as sweet, can the genetically modified fruits that Song Ruan buys from the mall from time to time, aren't the fruits of optimized varieties more juicy?
Her good donkey is a donkey that has seen the world and is very smart. He can tell the difference between eating dry grass and eating good food.
Song Ruan walked leisurely to the cafeteria to hand in her lunch box.
The canteen at that time was not like in later generations where students had to pay for food once a month and could just go there empty-handed at mealtime. The rural areas at that time did not have the manpower and resources, so every student had to bring their own rice every morning, and at noon the food would be heated up in a large steamer and they would have a complete meal.
The kitchen was very lively at noon. The children were like newborn quails, huddled together, stretching their necks to try to recognize their lunch boxes from the misty steamer. Sometimes they would take the wrong ones, and then conflicts would arise with each pushing and shoving.
When Song Ruan handed the lunch box to the kitchen, she happened to see two slow students in her class marking their steamed buns with their teeth. When they saw her come in, they hurriedly covered the lunch boxes and wanted to say hello, but they still had something in their mouths. They hummed "Hello, teacher" in a mosquito-like voice, then turned around and ran away.
Song Ruan kindly reminded: "Run slower, class hasn't started yet."
The two students slipped and almost used both claws. If there was a pond underneath, they could have dug out a splash of two and a half meters.
It really is the sun at seven or eight o'clock, look at its vitality.
Song Ruan sighed in her heart and gave each of them a small surprise: "Don't rush back to your seats after entering the classroom. The first class today is Chinese dictation. You two write on the blackboard."
The two little suns seemed to be hanging in the sky just fine, but suddenly Houyi shot an arrow at them on the head, and they looked like they were about to break into pieces.
Song Ruan withdrew her gaze. The kitchen aunt, who was watching the show with a smile on her face, suddenly stopped smiling, took Song Ruan's lunch box with a dignified attitude, and then slid back behind the stove like a mole, and rummaged in the pile of firewood beside her, as if there was some treasure inside.
That's how focused and concentrated he is.
The system played the background music at the right time, and sang with deep emotion: "There are always people in this world who are busy looking for treasures~looking for treasures."
Song Ruan: “.”
Okay, now I know that you have a rich music library, know how to match music, and have a well-developed musical cell.
If you are really bored, you can go and hold a concert yourself. You always say something inappropriate in her mind.
Anti-Sperm System: (╬◣ω◢)
【snort! ! ! 】
The classroom for senior grades was at the back. After handing in her lunch box, Song Ruan passed by several other rooms. All the rooms were full of people. Because the classes had not officially started yet, the students were chattering in their seats. Song Ruan could hear the buzzing noise from two miles away.
Because the school was officially opened, the demoted old professors who had been temporarily staying in the school during the winter also moved in. The team leader found a dilapidated house left by a family that had lost its wife, and settled them in.
If in this day and age you can have a shabby house without anyone snatching it away, it only proves that the house is really shabby and the location is really remote.
Song Ruan went to take a look secretly because she was thinking about Principal Fan. Well, that room could smoothly receive the righteous energy of heaven and earth.
The roof was half-buckled by the winter snow, revealing the empty beams inside. The walls were collapsed and broken everywhere. After spring came, lush weeds grew everywhere, and the walls were in ruins. The northwest wind blew in and the house would shed tears.
When Du Fu moved in, he could write a poem called "Song of the Inexplicable Collapse of thatched cottage".
But at least there was a general framework, and those broken rocks and bricks could be reused as materials for building the house. The old professors were intellectuals who were labeled as the "stinking ninth" group. Although they were down and out, they still had brains. After work every day, they picked up some stones and wood on the mountain and made some repairs. In this way, they groped their way around and managed to build a crooked house.
Song Ruan couldn't give them good materials like bricks, tiles and glass - building a house is no different from anything else, what you used is clear and obvious at a glance. No one in the village can afford blue bricks, black tiles or large glasses, but you, who were renovating the house, used them. Wouldn't it be obvious that there was something fishy going on?
But although it cannot be done openly, Song Ruan has his own way of doing it sneakily, no, secretly.
For example, the window paper used to paste the windows is actually a plastic film sandwiched between two thick layers of newspapers, or some inconspicuous earth bricks. Looking at these old professors with their frail limbs, they are afraid that they are not smart enough, so they lay thatch on their roofs in the middle of the night, and send them some food every now and then to improve their meals... From a material point of view, life is still manageable.
From a spiritual point of view, the situation of this group of old professors has improved greatly compared to when they were laid down and everyone avoided them.
Mainly, Song Ruan's behavior of giving a lecture to everyone with the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" also gave the team leader some inspiration - although everyone is just a peasant, it is always good to learn more knowledge. However, the few educated people in the village are now teaching in primary schools, so where would they have the time?
The remaining educated youth in the educated youth center can also read, but they are already exhausted after finishing their work on weekdays, so how can they have the energy to teach them? Besides, this is not a serious nine-to-five job. The team provides two steamed buns as meal supplement at most, but how can anyone be interested in such little thing?
If there are more, firstly, the team doesn’t have that much money, and secondly, I’m afraid others will have objections.
Besides, the team leader secretly felt that with only one team of people competing for the six teacher vacancies, yet they failed to pass, it was obvious that their abilities were just so-so, and how could they deserve such good treatment?
Under Song Ruan's intentional or unintentional hints, the captain had an idea - those who were demoted were all old intellectuals!
Although they have a bad reputation, they don't need to be paid work points for their work. Just getting some food at the end of the year to keep themselves from starving is enough!
If you round it up, it would be a waste of time!
With such a great bargain in front of you, what does reputation matter?
The team leader suddenly realized something, and after discussing it with several other team leaders, they all felt that this plan was feasible.
However, considering that everyone is tired from working every day, and in order not to let these free professors become disposable items, it was decided to schedule the literacy and herbal medicine classes once a week, and use the school after school as the class location, as there are both chalk and blackboard.
These old professors were not like Song Ruan, who was aggressive and laughed as if he wanted to kill everyone. They were originally "monsters and demons" who were demoted to the countryside and had experienced criticism and struggle, so their words and actions were full of caution.
In addition, the intellectuals at that time all had some idealism and pride in their hearts, and the hope to regain the respect of others. The old professors did not expect that they could stand on the podium again, gain the respect of others and prove their own value with their knowledge. They cherished this opportunity very much, and they told them everything they knew, spoke in a gentle voice, and guided them step by step.
Compared with Song Ruan's crazy umbrella-tearing behavior before, the villagers who had come to class in fear felt as if they had entered heaven!
sky! Hall!
They were so moved that they almost burst into tears.
Teacher, what a good teacher!
Everyone felt the warmth of a spring breeze, and there was communication during class every week. Although they were still a little afraid of the old teachers and didn't dare to get close to them - but there was nothing they could do about it in this era - they didn't avoid them like they were snakes and scorpions anymore.
And because there were classes every week, even a person with a dull mind could always remember a few words of some herbs. After finishing farm work, everyone would go to the mountains and preserve them well according to the methods taught in class. After saving a big bag, they would take it to the purchasing station in the commune to sell.
The buyers at the purchasing station tried to find faults and make things difficult for themselves in order to gain benefits, but the members of the Dongfeng Brigade are no longer the ignorant idiots who knew nothing in the past. They are now literate members of the Niu Hulu Brigade who know good from bad!
Of course, a group of people argued - hey, it’s said that reading books is good, now they all know how to use idioms!
Tsk tsk tsk (smacking lips proudly), those people from the Dongfeng Brigade are such capable people!
In the end, the First Army of the Dongfeng Battalion, with Grandma Sun as the vanguard, Aunt Liu as the main attacker, Aunt Liu as the auxiliary, Xu Daya as the demolition soldier, the captain's wife as the chief of staff, and with the help of Song Ruan, who was urgently captured from the street, and Han Zhenzhen, the military dog who barked from time to time, won a great victory.
The group returned with all the money they had, and they were in high spirits.
After this experience, everyone became more motivated to study and their attitude towards the old professors became more moderate - after all, no matter what, seeing the money is the most practical.
It was pitiful to see the old teachers, at such an old age, picking up stones everywhere to build walls. Sometimes they would just throw two large stones at the door of their shabby houses and leave. Some would even put two homemade bricks at the door after dark.
When every family started to prepare their own vegetable gardens during the spring planting season, someone put some seedlings and seeds at their doorstep. The old professor moved them to the vegetable garden and took good care of them. When they were harvesting some time ago, they picked them one pot at a time. Song Ruan carried a full basket to deliver supplies to them, and when she went back, it was filled with a bunch of beans that had just sprouted.
It just so happened that the beans from Ning Yuan's house next door were harvested, and Ning Yuan enthusiastically made bean cakes, dried bean buns, and bean rolls. During that time, Song Ruan dreamed that there was a pile of beans chasing her.
But in general, the atmosphere in the Dongfeng Brigade is very good now. The days pass smoothly and leisurely, like a pond with ripples blown by the breeze under the noon sun, sparkling with light.
Song Ruan stepped into the classroom and saw the children who were originally chattering hurriedly sitting down and putting out their textbooks. The two little suns who had been notified to recite at the podium were now facing the blackboard with their eyes closed pitifully, looking as if they were anxiously waiting for the axe to fall.
Song Ruan clapped her hands: "Everyone, take out your dictation books. We will do dictation today."
The students all exclaimed “Ah——” in unison, but perhaps because there were two people taking dictation on the blackboard, the pitch was not that low.
——Maybe if you don’t know, you can look up.
Song Ruan smiled and said, "Everyone, put your textbooks on your heads. Everyone, turn around and take dictation at the table behind you."
Classmates: “Ah??!!”
Song Ruan clapped her hands: "Hurry up, hurry up, everyone move!!"
The children below frowned like little bitter melons, sighed and turned to the back. With a rustling sound, Song Ruan dragged out the words: "Unbelievable."
ah? ? ?
I can’t even write the first word!
That’s difficult. Is it Nan, Nan, or Lan?
The children were scratching their heads and looked like they had suddenly turned into Monkey King's monkeys, with fleas growing on their bodies.
Song Ruan has already started the second one slowly: "Mirror - Box -"
ah?
What kind of shrimp is the near shrimp?
The children had sad faces and were biting the tips of their pencils, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.
When Song Ruan was taking dictation, everyone was like Xu Xian about to part with White Snake, so reluctant to leave.
Song Ruan piled the notebooks on the podium, pretending not to see the children's eager eyes, and happily began the next step - commenting on the dictation on the blackboard.
Well, today is another smooth day.
After torturing and crossing out the morning class, Song Ruan casually reminded the children: "Be careful when taking the food, don't take the wrong one, and don't fight over it or throw it. You can't fight in school."
A thunderous roar like thunder came from the door: "Bullshit! I gave you face!!"
Then there was a crisp sound, as if it was the intimate contact of hand and face.
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