Chapter 623 Assessment Game 6
Immediately afterwards, someone took out a pair of gongs and drums from the house.
The gongs and drums look a bit old.
There were two bright red strips tied on it.
With a crisp bang, the noisy sounds upstairs suddenly quieted down.
Everyone upstairs was looking at them. Fu Anan frowned slightly, feeling that these people were performing some kind of ritual.
She threw down her chopsticks and prepared to leave the platform, but was stopped.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Fu Anan made up an excuse casually and faced the person who stopped her.
"Teacher Fu, can you go later?"
The strong man who stopped her spoke in a non-standard manner and had a slight accent.
"We are currently selecting the best teacher. This has been a long-standing tradition in the village, and you can't leave."
"All right."
Upon hearing this, Fu Anan smiled at him, then nodded, leaning casually on the armrest beside her.
The strong man said a few words to Fu Anan, then blushed. Although he was guarding the stairs diligently, his eyes were always on her.
The village chief stood up at this time.
Saying the same thing.
These things were created specifically to select the best teacher.
Fu Anan didn't believe this.
Why should a village that is reluctant to provide even a large room for classes and is very casual about children's learning provide this for more than a dozen teachers?
They don't care about their children's learning, so how can they respect the teachers who teach them? There is such a contradiction between the two.
The conflict between the two was not only discovered by Fu Anan. Several people stood up and dispersed to the edge of the platform.
Player?
Fu Anan memorized the appearance of most of these people.
——
On the other side, the village chief first cleared the middle of the platform and had someone spread a one-meter-long and wide red cloth on the ground.
Then he looked among the crowd and chose a girl——
Fu Anan’s roommate, Yu Xiaojun.
She was led to stand on the red cloth in the middle. Seeing her confused look, the village chief explained to her,
"Here we all vote by tapping bamboo, one by one. The more we tap, the more we like it."
After saying that, he looked around the earth building and began to introduce it to the surrounding villagers in the local dialect.
Then he directed the girl to turn mechanically in all directions.
"Teacher Li, you can smile again."
The village chief suggested from the side.
The girl felt very uncomfortable, but she forced a smile upon hearing this.
She listened to the village chief introducing himself in a dialect she couldn't understand. It was just like the salesmen she used to see on TV, trying to sell the goods in her hands.
Finally he finished speaking, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Then, the gong sounded and the sound of bamboo hitting came from all directions.
Continuous, one after another.
It finally ended with one person knocking many times in a row.
There was also someone next to him who was specifically recording the number of knocks. This action was really astonishing.
This is a real rip-off!
One girl after another went up.
The villagers who extort money from the villagers never get tired of it, and the voices really do vary.
This ongoing process gives people an inexplicable sense of disharmony.
Each person who makes a selection knocks their bamboo sticks at the same time at the beginning. Later, the number of people knocking gradually decreases. After one person finishes knocking, the next person can take over, and the second person must knock more times than the first person.
It's like...
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