"I'm here to see the new students enroll, not to supervise."
The students have only been enrolled for a few days. What can we find out if we check on them now?
Ming Qinglu certainly knew that even if it was to test the teaching results, it would not be at this time, and what he said just now was just a joke.
His smile remained unchanged as he said loudly, "Classmates in the older children's class, let's all say hello to the owner."
Ming Qinglu's words attracted students from another class nearby to come out and look at Xie Purou. The group of children shouted again in unison.
During recess, the children are not the type to sit in the classroom for a long time, so they rush out of the classroom.
They all knew the owner, and everyone had more or less heard from their families that they should respect the owner, so when facing Xie Pu Rou, they only dared to watch from afar and did not dare to get close.
The girls she brought back from the Shigang base, as well as Lili and Chengcheng, were not afraid at all. They ran to her with laughter, surrounded her and sweetly called her the shop owner sister.
Xie Pu Rou didn't mind this. She raised the basket in her hand and shouted like a "king of children": "Everyone, look at what this is!"
She lifted the decorative cloth covering the basket, revealing the colorful snowflake crisps inside.
The freshly made snowflake crisps still have a milky aroma that cannot be concealed even by the individual packaging.
As soon as the smell came out, the younger children were sensitive enough to smell it.
"It smells so good, so milky."
"It's also very beautiful, with so many colors."
"Sister, what is this?"
Many pairs of eyes looked at her, and she explained with a smile: "This is snowflake crisps, there are several flavors, everyone can pick a piece you like to eat."
As she said this, she took the basket into the classroom and placed it on a nearby table.
He took out a piece of snowflake crisp and handed it to Ming Qinglu, then let both the older and younger children come in.
"Everyone come and take it, one piece each."
Ming Qinglu took the snowflake crisps, opened them without hesitation and took a small bite. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Delicious!"
The principal took the lead and set an example, and the other children immediately lined up obediently. There were not many students, so everyone lined up in a short time.
After each of them chose their favorite color, they couldn't wait to open the package, and the moment they put it in their mouths, they squinted their eyes in satisfaction.
Looking down, the children’s faces were rosy, like little red apples, and they looked very cute.
Snowflake crisps weren't very popular before the apocalypse, and many bakeries didn't sell them. Firstly, the raw materials were expensive, and secondly, even if children saw them, adults probably wouldn't buy them.
There are also many children who have never even heard of the name of snowflake crisps before. Now they can only chew them slowly in small bites and are reluctant to finish them all at once.
The children were just in awe of her as the shop owner, not afraid of her.
She was so generous in giving them snacks, and she was so gentle and easy to talk to. Plus, she had this aura of friendliness, so the children were no longer afraid of her.
Through so many children, Ming Qinglu looked at Xie Purou standing under the classroom light. This was the shop owner she had never seen before.
The shop owner, who looks so relaxed and a little childish, can't be seen as the girl who single-handedly saved all the women in the Shigang base from dire straits.
Maybe this is her most real and unpretentious side.
Treat children differently than you treat adults, because adults tend to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Many times, if adults don't show their cold attitude, they will feel that there is still room for them to push their limits.
'Ding-ling-ling', the class bell rang.
Xie Purou picked up the basket with some snowflake crisps left and placed it on the podium in front of the children.
"Everyone must behave in class today. After class, the principal will give the remaining snowflake cookies to the good children as rewards."
The children threw the leftover wrappers into the trash can and sat down in their seats obediently. The students in the older children's class also returned to their classes.
The teacher walked in and greeted Xie Purou with a nod and a smile, and she responded with the same courtesy.
Ming Qinglu went with her to the principal's office to report to her on the students' enrollment status.
"The school is currently divided into two classes. The older class is for children who have previously attended school and learned to read, and the younger class is for children who have no previous knowledge and are starting to learn to read. Most of the minors under the age of thirteen in the B&B come to our school; the older ones don't want to go to school."
Her report was clear and concise, summarizing in just a few sentences what I had wanted to ask but hadn't yet asked.
Xie Pu Rou casually flipped through the student files that were handed to her and said, "It doesn't matter. It's the end of the world now, and studying isn't the only way out. It's up to them if they want to risk their lives." Everyone just needs to be responsible for themselves.
She asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
Ming Qinglu fell into deep thought. In fact, before being captured by the Shigang Base, she had visited other bases and thought about finding a job as a teacher there.
The schools she'd interviewed at were incredibly challenging. Most of the kids were discussing what someone would do if they awakened their powers, and whose parents knew which high-ranking officials in the base they could rely on...
No one really focuses on studying. Although they say they are studying, many children are actually unwilling to learn even the most basic Chinese characters and pinyin.
The teachers in those schools were either put in through connections, or their families gave them crystal cores in order to get a safe job to make a living.
People who are not professionally qualified have no idea how to teach and do not even have the most basic teacher ethics.
When she witnessed with her own eyes a girl whose family connections were not strong enough being called to the podium by the teacher and humiliated by the boys in the class with obscene words, she knew that she would not be able to fit in at that school.
Maybe as a teacher she still couldn't let go of some damn principles. She couldn't accept that kind of educational environment, so she didn't go to teach in such a place.
There is no shortage of teachers in official bases, but the teacher positions in private bases are filled with people who have connections.
She has no connections, no network, and only has work experience. Teachers are the least valuable after the apocalypse.
In the end times, there are dangers everywhere and safety cannot be guaranteed. Who can still calm down and learn any culture?
Ming Qinglu made up her mind, gritted her teeth and spoke out her inner thoughts.
"Shopkeeper, I mean, can we add a safety education class for children to teach them self-defense skills?"
Children in the end times are destined not to be too naive.
Xie Purou sat in the chair calmly, "I came here for this matter, you and I have the same idea."
She stood up and patted her shoulder. "Since you and I are on the same page, I'll leave it to you. Thank you for your hard work."
Ming Qinglu smiled and shook her head, "It's what I should do. It's not hard at all."
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