The sun hasn't risen yet.
Xiaojing Village has been busy for a long time, with farmers working in the fields and children walking on the path to school.
There was grass on the path, covered with autumn frost, which made a crackling sound when people stepped on it.
Jiang Wanyue walked in front and Song Huaizhi walked behind, with several steps between them. They looked like two strangers.
After walking for about half an hour, we finally saw the primary school.
This is a school converted from a former landlord's house. It is a rare blue brick house, but it has been there for many years and is a bit dilapidated. There are five classrooms, a teacher's office, and a utility room.
There was a courtyard wall originally, but because the brigade headquarters needed to be rebuilt, the blue brick wall was demolished.
There are three teachers in the school, including the principal. The principal is also a fifth-grade teacher. Teacher Wan teaches third and fourth grades, and another teacher, Song, teaches first and second grades. Jiang Wanyue is going to take over Teacher Song's job, teaching Chinese and mathematics, which was called arithmetic at that time.
"These are the textbooks for grades one and two." Teacher Song handed over a few books. "It's been more than a month since the start of school, and we've only got to this lesson. You can just continue with it. Do you need me to teach you a lesson?"
Jiang Wanyue originally wanted to say no, she didn’t believe that she, a graduate student, couldn’t teach first and second graders well.
But when she opened the textbook, she was dumbfounded. She had never learned these texts, such as "Quotations from Confucius", "Long Live the Revolution", "People's Commune"... Most of them were ideological and political courses. As a modern person, her thoughts were too advanced and it was easy for her to make mistakes.
She coughed and said, "Then please trouble Teacher Song to take care of me."
Teacher Song and Jiang Wanyue are from the same family. Teacher Song is one generation older than Jiang Wanyue and is in her forties. When the school opened seven or eight years ago, she was chosen as a teacher because she had read books and knew how to read, and she has been working there until today.
In recent years, her sons have grown up and are about to get married, and she was worried that her family could not afford the money to buy things for them. Then the team leader came and said that he wanted to exchange jobs with her husband.
Primary school teachers are awarded 200 work points per month, plus a subsidy of four yuan.
Agricultural technicians earn 300 work points a month, plus a subsidy of six yuan.
In other words, after changing jobs, her family can get an extra two yuan and 100 work points every month, which is a great help.
Therefore, Teacher Song was very grateful to Jiang Wanyue and took her to the classroom.
One teacher has to teach two classes. He has to first assign homework to the second grade and ask the second graders to write well, and then go to teach the first grade.
"Classmates, class is about to begin." Teacher Song stood on the stage, and the children quieted down. She first recited the quotations, and then got to the point. "Today we will continue to learn pinyin. Do any of you remember where we learned yesterday?"
The children in the class looked at Jiang Wanyue at the back of the classroom curiously, and few of them listened to the lecture seriously.
Teacher Song slammed the table and randomly asked a student to answer. The child stammered and didn't understand.
Teacher Song was already used to it, and continued, "I learned it yesterday..."
She recited a string of pinyin initials.
Jiang Wanyue: “…”
Although learning pinyin was something she had done 20 years ago, this basic knowledge would be ingrained in her bones once she had learned it. She was sure that Teacher Song had pronounced many pinyin incorrectly, such as front nasal sounds, back nasal sounds, flat tongue and curled tongue... Never mind, since she would be the one teaching in the future, she could correct the children later.
The first graders attend half a class and then go to the second grade class.
Jiang Wanyue picked up the textbook and pointed to a red text and said, "Teacher Song, I don't quite understand this text. How about you explain this lesson?"
Teacher Song is a responsible teacher. He insisted on standing his last shift and started the class seriously.
Jiang Wanyue also listened to the class carefully, especially remembering the core ideas of the text...
As soon as the bell rang, the children in grades one and two started chattering.
"Who was that person sitting at the back of the classroom just now?"
"It's embarrassing for such a big person to take classes with us!"
"You must be a little stupid, that's why you come to school at such an old age."
Song Huaizhi, who was sitting in the classroom, frowned.
He was about to say something.
Jiang Wanyue walked into the classroom.
With a smile on her face, she said to the child she had just spoken to, "You said I'm old, so how old do you think I am?"
The child thought for a moment and said, "At least twelve years old."
Several children nearby also started guessing.
"I think it should be fifteen."
"She looks a little taller than my sister, maybe eighteen."
Jiang Wanyue was immediately delighted.
The depression I felt yesterday when being called "big sister" or "sister-in-law" was instantly swept away.
"Hello, students. Let's get to know each other first." Jiang Wanyue walked towards the podium. "I think Teacher Song has already told you yesterday that she will no longer teach. From now on, I will be your teacher. My last name is Jiang, and you can call me Teacher Jiang."
The children were all dumbfounded.
The newcomer is not a classmate, but their teacher?
"Everyone, take your seats." Jiang Wanyue said in a gentle voice, "Now that you know me, let me introduce you to each other. Starting from the first row of the first group, each of you will say your name."
These students are still young and naturally afraid of teachers, so they began to introduce themselves obediently one by one.
There are fifty-three children in the first grade, forty-five of whom are boys.
There are forty-four children in the second grade, forty-one of whom are boys.
In those days, boys were favored over girls, and 90 percent of the students in the school were boys. Even the two daughters of Song Laosan, the captain's granddaughters, did not come to school.
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