Chapter 31 Retention for Recitation
Shen Xuewei mocked him, "Haven't you always been this heavy? Maybe you're too tired, Uncle, and you haven't eaten, so you're a little weaker and that's why you feel so heavy."
Chen Fangyang still felt something was off, but since he was almost home, he didn't think much of it.
With a little more effort, I carried the things home.
After unloading the basket from his back on the drying ground, he paused for a moment, then squinted and asked, "Weiwei, did you just put the corn from your basket into mine?"
Shen Xuewei remained unfazed. "How could that be? Am I that kind of person?"
"Really?" Chen Fangyang drawled, his tone full of doubt.
Shen Xuewei looked behind him, gave him a sweet and obedient smile, and called out, "Grandpa, have you eaten yet? If not, let's eat together later. I'll cook."
As Chen Taigong slowly approached, leaning on his cane, Shen Xuewei stepped forward to help him as he was about to step over a stone.
He said "Okay," and then added, "I'll have dinner with you guys later. What were you talking about here just now?"
Chen Fangyang tried to speak, "I said, Weiwei..."
He was interrupted by Shen Xuewei before he could finish speaking.
She looked at Chen Fangyang with a wronged expression, as if she were a little scared, "It's nothing, it's just that my second uncle said I should help him wash clothes and cook, and that I should carry his basket full of corn back with me."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fangyang glared and said, "Nonsense! I never said anything like that!"
Old Master Chen glanced at the basket on Chen Fangyang's back.
Even without glasses, you could tell how big that basket was.
Compared to the unreliable Chen Fangyang, Chen Taigong clearly believed Shen Xuewei's words more.
He raised his cane and struck Chen Fangyang on the back, saying, "Ayang, don't bully Weiwei. Do your own thing."
Chen Fangyang jumped up with a strange cry, "Grandpa, you and Weiwei have wronged me! I'm going to tell Mom and Dad when they get back!"
After he finished speaking, Old Man Chen gave him a light tap.
Shen Xuewei gave a light hum and walked briskly back into the house to start a fire and cook.
When Grandpa Chen and his two companions returned from the fields, Shen Xuewei had just finished cooking, and it was time for dinner.
After lunch, everyone, exhausted from a morning's work, went back to their rooms for a nap.
Old Master Chen, leaning on his cane, paced back and forth in the main room. He noticed the two exercise books on the table, and slowly stepped forward to open them.
He put on his reading glasses from his pocket and carefully looked at the questions and contents written in his notebook.
After a while, he closed the notebook and put it back in its original place.
"Hmm... Vivi's handwriting is a bit better than before..."
Early Sunday morning, Chen Fangli also rushed back to help the Chen family harvest corn.
She made a special trip back today.
First, to help his parents harvest corn; second, to send Shen Xuewei to school.
Shen Xuewei only went in the morning that day. After returning home to cook, she did not go again in the afternoon.
Around four or five o'clock, she boiled water, took a bath, changed her clothes, hung up her dirty clothes, and then called out to the Wu family not far away.
"Auntie, are you ready? My aunt and I will take us to school later!"
Wu Yuhong shouted back, "Soon, I'm going to take a shower right away, just wait for me for about twenty minutes."
"Okay, when my second aunt comes back, I'll call you, remember to come over."
"Okay!"
Since there was still enough time, Shen Xuewei found a place to store soybeans and roasted a jar of them to take to school.
Chen Fangli returned from the field carrying corn on her back, and Shen Xuewei had already roasted a jar of beans.
She called out to Wu Yuhong again.
Wu Yuhong carried her things, closed the door again, and went to the Chen family's drying ground.
Seeing Chen Fangli sitting to the side, she smiled and greeted her, "Sister Li."
Chen Fangli nodded. "You're here. Have a seat first. I'll grab my things, and we'll leave together in a bit."
"good."
Wu Yuhong sat next to Shen Xuewei for a while, then Chen Fangli came out carrying a cloth bag.
She called out to them, and the two quickly followed behind her, heading out of the mountain.
When I got back to school, it was already past 7 p.m.
The two took buckets downstairs to fetch water, preparing it for brushing their teeth and taking a shower the next day.
November has passed, and the weather has turned completely cold.
Despite the slightly chilly weather, every student at the school was wearing several layers of clothing.
At this time, when the school bell rings in the afternoon, boarding students not only rush to line up for meals, but also rush to get hot water from outside the canteen kitchen.
Unfortunately, the last period on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons is always a Chinese class.
Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Yan, teaches Chinese.
If there were a ranking, the students in Class 2, Grade 4 would be in the following order of fear of their Chinese, math, and English teachers: Teacher Yan, Teacher Yao, and Teacher Lin.
As his name suggests, Teacher Yan is a responsible and strict teacher.
His classes do not allow any student to be distracted, and he has the highest expectations for his students.
As a homeroom teacher, he was even more responsible. Even when other teachers were teaching, he would secretly hide outside the window to watch the students inside...
As for Mr. Yao, the math teacher, he was a thin, middle-aged man who rarely smiled.
He always had a stern face, and almost none of the students in the class ever saw him smile.
Shen Xuewei seemed to see the shadow of her maternal grandfather in him.
She guessed that her grandfather probably looked like this when he stood on the podium teaching, but he occasionally smiled at home.
When the students in the class saw Teacher Yao like this, all of them, except for the few most mischievous students sitting in the back row, were very quiet and obedient.
In these two teachers' classes, if students didn't finish the exercises or memorize the texts assigned during get out of class, they would be kept after school until they could recite and solve them.
It's Tuesday again, the last period of the week.
After explaining the text from the previous lesson, Teacher Yan announced directly: "This text needs to be memorized. There are still thirty minutes left before the end of get out of class. Everyone, take notes first. Whoever memorizes it first can go home and leave school."
The audience fell silent for a moment, and after realizing what he was talking about, they quickly read the text aloud, trying to memorize it before the end of get out of class.
The back door of the classroom has been locked.
Teacher Yan moved a stool and sat at the front door, blocking the entrance.
He crossed his arms and slowly watched the students inside, who were anxiously memorizing their lessons.
Shen Xuewei remained calm.
She has the mind of an adult inside her. While her friends are jumping rope and playing, she usually watches from the sidelines or previews the content of her textbook.
She had already read the text that Teacher Yan mentioned before, so memorizing it wouldn't be a problem.
However, instead of immediately going to Teacher Yan to recite it, she read it aloud twice more in a low voice.
The voices of everyone in the classroom had become quieter as they all tried their best to memorize.
Teacher Yan looked around and met Shen Xuewei's gaze at the front of the class.
A smile appeared on his lips, and then he waved to Shen Xuewei.
Shen Xuewei put down her textbook and slowly walked up to him.
“Memorize it,” he said.
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