Song Huaizhi followed behind Jiang Wanyue.
His mood has been up and down this morning.
He knew that his mother was an educated youth, that she came from a big city, and that she had attended high school.
But this was the first time that he felt the atmosphere of the big city so clearly from his mother.
When my mother stood on the podium, she seemed to be glowing. The sound of her voice was very similar to that of a radio announcer. She pronounced each word so clearly that people wanted to listen again.
Song Huaizhi couldn't help but quicken his pace, shortening the distance between him and Jiang Wanyue.
It was almost noon when the two finally arrived home.
When I got home, Song Yunying was already at home, picking vegetables in the fields.
Jiang Wanyue asked Song Huaizhi to light the fire first, and then immediately went to Song Laosan's house next door to pick up Song Huazhi.
The yard door was not closed, so she walked in directly and saw a straw mat on the ground. Huazi was sitting on it, and next to her were the twin daughters of Song Laosan, Song Fengjiao and Song Fenglian. The two girls were eight years old this year. One was washing clothes and the other was mixing chicken feed.
Song Laosan was cooking in the back.
Song San's wife He Zhen took the processed kidneys to the scorer to register, then sent them to the fields and brought back some raw materials.
"Fourth Aunt."
Song Fengjiao saw Jiang Wanyue first, raised her head and greeted her.
Song Huazhi immediately crawled towards Jiang Wanyue and stretched out his two short arms towards her.
Jiang Wanyue picked up the child and walked to the door of the kitchen: "Third brother, I'm going to take Huazi back to eat first, I'll come back later."
As she spoke, she glanced at the pot, which contained sweet potatoes cooked in a black flour paste with some green vegetables added in. It was a bit watery.
It was the time when there was a shortage of food, and every household ate this way.
Jiang Wanyue returned home.
After putting Huazi down, she opened the cabinet and found that the supplies in the treasure pot were all gone. She hurriedly took them out and sorted them out.
The cabinet is only this big, and if we continue like this, there will be no place to put our things.
She took out the white flour pancakes and some noodles to cook for Huazi, and added a boiled egg for each person.
After lunch, Song Huazhi cleaned up.
Jiang Wanyue carried Huazi to Song Laosan's house next door again.
He Zhen and her two daughters have already gone to the fields.
"Brother San, have you eaten?" She put Huazi on the straw mat on the ground and said with a smile, "This straw mat is really well woven. Huazi has been on the mat all morning and he is not dirty at all. I don't have this skill, and Huazi is always crawling all over the floor at home, and I can't wash his clothes. How about this, brother San, help me weave a bigger straw mat, and I will pay you for your work."
"Why would you charge me for something that's easy to do?" Song Lao San raised his head. "I need to weave the kidneys these two days. After the late rice is harvested, I will weave it for you. It will be done in two days."
Jiang Wanyue said, "Third brother didn't ask for any wages for babysitting my children, so how can I refuse to do the mat weaving? Of course, asking for money is a bit awkward, so let's use food as compensation. My family still has some black faces, so it's settled."
Without waiting for Song Laosan to refuse, Jiang Wanyue walked away.
When I got to school, it was already 1:30. Classes started at 2:00 in the afternoon and lasted two periods. School was over at a little after 3:30, so I had plenty of time.
Jiang Wanyue planned to prepare for the lesson half an hour before class.
Although the knowledge for grades one and two is simple, the children’s foundation is too weak, and there are no exercises, homework or test papers to consolidate the knowledge points, so she has to think of some way.
The class hadn't started yet and most of the children were running around and playing outside the classroom, but she saw Song Huaizhi walking back and forth outside the office.
She put down her pencil and walked out: "Huaizhi, is there anything you need?"
"Um..." Song Huaizhi scratched his chin, "I, I..."
A smile appeared on Jiang Wanyue's lips.
This child is smart, calm, and extremely precocious, and now he is showing an embarrassment that is appropriate for his age.
She said, "Just say whatever you want to say. I'm your mother. There's no need to be hesitant in front of her."
Song Huaizhi raised his head: "Can I borrow the second grade book to read?"
Jiang Wanyue was a little surprised: "Have you finished reading the first grade books?"
"Yes." Song Huaizhi nodded, "I have learned it all. If you don't believe me, you can test me."
He finished his Chinese and math books one month into the new semester and had always wanted to borrow a second-grade book from the teacher, but he didn't dare because Teacher Song looked rather fierce.
Now that his mother is the teacher, he finally dares to come and borrow books.
"I believe you." Jiang Wanyue handed over the second-grade Chinese textbook, "Give it back before class."
Song Huaizhi took the book with both hands, hugged it to his chest with care, and said, "Thank you, Mom."
After he said that, he turned and left.
Jiang Wanyue was stunned for a moment. She felt something was wrong. It took her a long time to realize what was wrong.
This was the first time she heard this guy call her mom since she traveled through time the day before yesterday.
The smile on her lips deepened.
While I was busy, another teacher from the office came.
One is Principal Zheng, who is in his fifties, has a beard and looks like a dignified old man.
Another female teacher, surnamed Wan, was in her forties. She looked serious and unapproachable when she was silent, but when she spoke, she made people feel friendly.
The three of them greeted each other and went to class.
In the morning, Jiang Wanyue taught a total of eight Chinese classes to two classes, and in the afternoon, she taught a total of four arithmetic classes.
She looked at the class schedule, which was all Chinese and math. The only thing she had was physical education on Saturday afternoon, which was voluntary work like helping the school weed and plant vegetables.
At the end of the last class, Principal Zheng said kindly, "Xiao Jiang, are you getting used to the first day of class? Are the students making any noise? If you need any help, just come to me and Teacher Wan."
"Everything is fine." Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "But the students' schedule is a little too monotonous. Aren't there any courses like art and music?"
At this point, Principal Zheng couldn't help but sigh.
Teacher Wan answered on his behalf: "There are art and music, right? First of all, our school has limited funds and cannot afford to hire additional teachers."
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "This is easy. I have studied this and can substitute for you."
She teaches Chinese and math six days a week. Not only the students, but even she as the teacher finds it boring.
"Well, the most important reason is the second one." Teacher Wan continued, "Last year, the principal mentioned it to the Education Bureau, but because our school cannot collect all the tuition fees every year, if we distribute music and art textbooks, each child will have to pay nearly one dollar more in tuition. We are all poor, so we just forget it."
Jiang Wanyue understood that it was all because of poverty.
In fact, music and art courses can be taught without textbooks, but due to the limitations of the times, she had to read the textbooks before she knew the general direction.
She thought for a moment and said, "Then the principal should try to find a textbook."
Principal Zheng nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it."
If someone is willing to help teach the children, he should do his best as the principal.
When Jiang Wanyue walked out of school, she saw Song Huaizhi standing in the corner waiting for her, and the two walked home together.
On the way, she said, "You've read the second grade book, so let me test you."
The mother and son talked about the text all the way and soon arrived home.
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