During the day on the first day, the college students were subjected to almost all-round "humiliation".
When they were placed in a living environment that was completely different from that of school, the culture and knowledge that they were proud of became completely useless. In the eyes of the villagers, they became nerds who were lazy and ignorant.
Of course, to be honest, it is not possible that all that knowledge is useless, it’s just that they have not yet learned how to connect theory with practice.
Perhaps this is also the reason why college leaders and teachers are willing to cooperate with this event.
But as the day slowly passed, the college students gradually got over the initial novelty and tension, slowly adapted, and the situation changed again.
In the evening, smoke from cooking shrouded the bamboo forest.
The college students, who had a sore back after a busy day and had suffered a lot of "humiliation", visited each other and returned home one after another.
At the same time, a group of children of different ages rushed home carrying their lunch boxes.
Due to poor economic development and its remote location, the village primary school in Hushan Village has been closed down, and the dozen or so school-age children in the village have to go to primary school in the neighboring village.
The situation of the village next door is not much better. It is said that it will be merged into the town in more than a year. At that time, these children in their teens will need to travel nearly 20 kilometers back and forth every day.
However, the villagers live a hard life every day and have no time to think about what will happen more than a year later.
For them, things will work out when the time comes. As long as no one dies, they will always be able to find a way to compromise and survive.
When these children returned home, they subconsciously threw their schoolbags and lunch boxes away and ran out to play, but one by one they were stopped and stopped by the college students at home.
What a joke! It’s finally our turn to perform, how could we let you slip away!
The college students crossed their arms and said, "Take out your homework! Finish your homework first before you play!"
The little brat rolled his eyes and said, "No homework today!"
The college student snorted and fished out his phone from his pocket, "Then I'll call your teacher and ask."
"Momomo! I was wrong!"
The little brat obediently moved a small stool, then moved a high stool, lay on it and started working.
"Sit up straight! Stand properly and sit properly! Didn't your teacher teach you that?"
The little brat sat up straight in silence.
"Put your notebook in the right position! How do you hold your pen?"
"I told you to put the book straight, but you're leaning sideways again!"
"Write one word at a time! Don't scribble!"
The little brat secretly glanced at his grandfather/old man and found that they seemed to have no intention of protecting him. Just as he was thinking about whether to act like a spoiled child, he heard them say, "College student, thank you for teaching me, don't bother with him, scold him when he should, beat him when he should! After that, I'll buy you a drink!"
The little brat trembled, pursed his lips in grievance, and began to write.
At once, different roars were heard from more than a dozen households with children.
"What is 3+8? Think about it again. If you can't figure it out, just use your fingers to count!"
"What is the sentence after the phrase 'Wildfires cannot be extinguished'? Does it read smoothly as 'Moistening things silently'?"
"I asked you to write an idiom. Five (five) four (five lakes and four seas! Is five eight forty an idiom?"
"Your question is a situational simulation, which means assuming you are really in this situation. Just like what the question says, you want to buy a scooter, but your mother disagrees. What would you say? What is being tested is your ability to persuade the other party. You have to list the advantages and benefits. If you just write "please", will that work?"
Under Huo Qianli's deliberate arrangement, each of these families with students was guaranteed to have a student from Shuzhou Normal University or Shuzhou University.
It’s not to say that the students from these two schools are necessarily better than those from other schools, but in the absence of more data support, Huo Qianli can only make judgments based on the two pieces of information: college entrance examination scores and professional matching.
Song Yangyang is a student at Shuzhou Normal University. She has longed to be a teacher since she was a child, and her future career plan is also very clear, which is to become a glorious people's teacher.
In a few months, she was about to start her formal teaching internship, but unexpectedly began her teaching practice in Hushan Village ahead of time.
The family she lives in is a typical representative of Hushan Village:
Two elderly people in their sixties, with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl's parents work outside and send back some living expenses from time to time.
Due to their limited educational level, the two elderly people can only take care of the children's food and clothing on a daily basis, and they cannot be relied upon for any tutoring or study.
At this moment in the yard, the little girl was sitting on a small stool with her feet gripping the ground and her back straight. In front of her was a wooden stool with books and notebooks placed awkwardly.
"Eight minus four, this is subtraction. Do you know the formula table by heart?"
The little girl shook her head.
Song Yangyang smiled slightly. As a teacher, she had to be patient. "It's okay. How about we count our fingers? Look, like my sister, we stretch out our hands and count out eight fingers first."
The little girl stretched out her dirty, chubby hands and held up eight fingers, three on her left hand and five on her right.
"Great!" Song Yangyang praised with a smile, giving timely encouragement, "Then to subtract four, that is to put down four more."
The little girl looked at it and put down four fingers of her right hand.
"Well, let's count how many there are left. That's eight minus four!"
Song Yangyang clapped his hands. It wasn’t very challenging. It seemed that teaching in junior high school was more fulfilling.
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