After coming out of the Education Bureau, Principal Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Jiang Wanyue and said sincerely: "Xiao Jiang, you are a capable person. I have witnessed this today."
Jiang Wanyue felt a little embarrassed.
In fact, there are most good people in the world, but sometimes they just can't bring themselves to ask others for help, so nothing gets done.
As a result, as long as they humble themselves and are a little thick-skinned, they will get the teaching materials, and Director Qiao will even give them five buckets of paint as a gift.
There are five colors in total, red, yellow, blue, black and white. About one third of the paint was used, and the rest was dry. This should be the paint used for wall painting, which is enough for teaching.
The two men carried the buckets and walked towards the station.
After getting on the bus, Principal Zheng said awkwardly, "Teacher Xiao Jiang has been busy all morning. I should have bought you two steamed buns at the state-owned restaurant to fill your stomach."
"Our school only has four dollars, and we spent one dollar and twenty on the bus. We should spend the rest on the most important things." Jiang Wanyue changed the subject and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, so from now on, the Saturday morning classes for first and second graders will be changed to art. Music will be on Monday and naturally on Wednesday, interspersed..."
Principal Zheng nodded.
Second grade children have not learned these things, so they can take them together with first graders, saving them the trouble of running back and forth between the two classes.
The two chatted about school matters along the way, and at around two o'clock in the afternoon, the car arrived at the commune.
Principal Zheng insisted on taking Jiang Wanyue to the commune canteen to eat something.
He had come to the commune to attend meetings before. The cafeteria here was semi-open, and people who knew each other could go in and buy some steamed buns or something.
He used his food coupons to buy four large steamed buns, two for himself and two for Jiang Wanyue. Afraid that she would refuse, he left quickly.
Jiang Wanyue hadn't eaten lunch and was indeed hungry, so she ate one on the way home.
When I got home, it was a little after three o'clock and no one was home.
She went to the kitchen and took a look. There was an egg and a sweet potato warming in the pot. It was obviously left for her.
She took out the eggs, peeled them and ate them, then ate the sweet potatoes, then got up to look at the treasure bowl.
Needless to say, the wooden box was filled to the brim with supplies, including rice, flour, brown sugar, white sugar, and especially eggs, so many that there was no room for more.
She took out all the food and put in new notebooks and pencils from home, as she would need them for class.
She sorted out the money at home and found that there was only a little over three dollars in total.
I can also find an opportunity to sell the brown sugar and noodles at home...
After cleaning up the supplies, she took an egg and went to Song Laosan's house next door to pick up Huazi, and happened to meet He Zhen.
She smiled and said, "Third sister-in-law, I saw there are eggplants and lettuces in your vegetable garden. Can I exchange an egg for some?"
"If you want to eat them, pick them yourself." He Zhen said as she worked, "Everyone saves their eggs to exchange for salt. How can I let you go without salt?"
She was busy harvesting rice in the fields, and after saying this she left, dragging a large pile of straw.
Jiang Wanyue had no choice but to put the eggs on the table in the main room.
Song Lao San said, "Fourth brother's wife, He Zhen said she doesn't want the eggs, and she really doesn't want them. If you leave them here, she will return them to you later in the evening."
"Third brother, I still say the same thing. Don't take advantage of others. Otherwise, after a long time, everyone will feel uncomfortable." Jiang Wanyue said seriously, "One egg for two eggplants and three lettuces. In a word, I'm making a profit."
She went to the fields to pick vegetables and carried Song Huazhi home.
The staple food for dinner is still rice, with three dishes: stir-fried vegetables, stir-fried meat with lettuce, and eggplant braised in lard.
Although Jiang Wanyue's cooking skills were not very good, the three children had never seen the world and ate up all the food on the table with their mouths full of oil.
They had been frying meat for several days in a row, and no matter how hard they tried to hide it, the smell spread to the neighbors.
Next door is Song Laosan's house. The staple food on the table is sweet potato porridge and boiled eggplant and lettuce, without any oily smell.
"It seems like Fourth Aunt is eating meat." Song Fenglian sniffed, "What a nice smell!"
Song Laosan was also secretly amazed.
A few days ago, his fourth brother's wife threatened to commit suicide. He thought that his family was short of money, but seeing how his fourth brother's wife spent money lavishly, she didn't seem to be broke.
He Zhen said calmly, "Don't forget that Wanyue is a city dweller. Her husband died. If she wrote back, her family would at least give her some money. We can't just watch them starve to death."
"That's true." Song Lao San nodded, "Feng Lian, don't tell anyone what we eat at Fourth Aunt's house. If you make a fuss about it like you did yesterday when we ate candy, everyone will know about it, and you'll be spanked."
Song Fenglian licked her lips and said, "My fourth uncle is gone, but they still have meat to eat. Why don't we have meat?"
These words made Song Laosan silent instantly.
After he broke his legs, he was often in pain and had to go to the clinic to buy painkillers all the time. The little money left at home was all spent on medicine. How could he have money to buy meat?
"Why are you so greedy?" Song Fengjiao couldn't bear to see her sister like this, and said unhappily, "If you think the food at home is not tasty, then don't eat it!"
Song Fenglian quickly protected her bowl and lowered her head to start eating.
Before dawn, Jiang Wanyue was awakened by the noise from the threshing floor.
There is a lot of rain in autumn, so the harvested late rice has to be threshed and dried immediately. After being handed in as public grain, it will be distributed to each household.
Today is Saturday. There is no such thing as a two-day weekend these days. We still have to go to work and school. The school only has one day off, which is Sunday.
After breakfast, Jiang Wanyue and Song Huaizhi walked to school together.
Before, the mother and son walked one in front and one behind, with several steps in between. Today, they walked side by side, and talked about some knowledge in the textbooks on the way.
On the way, Song Huaizhi met a classmate from the same class, who was also a member of the Song family. His name was Song Dazhu. Because Jiang Wanyue didn't work in the fields and rarely went out, not many people in the village knew her. The child pulled Song Huaizhi with a curious look on his face and whispered, "Why are you walking with Teacher Jiang? I'm most afraid of being with a teacher."
Song Huaizhi had no expression on his face: "Teacher Jiang is my mother, why can't we go together?"
"Ah?" Song Dazhu was stunned. "Oh my god, your mother is a teacher, which means you eat and sleep with your teacher. You are so miserable!"
Song Huaizhi: "..."
His mother is a teacher, shouldn't this guy be envious of him?
Jiang Wanyue asked: "What are you talking about?"
"No, we didn't talk about anything!" Song Dazhu was shocked. "Teacher Jiang, I'm afraid I'll be late. I'm leaving first!"
He ran away.
Jiang Wanyue was also speechless.
It seems that students' fear of teachers is ingrained in their bones, even if she is just a new teacher.
We arrived at school soon.
Song Huaizhi went to the first grade classroom, while Jiang Wanyue went to the office.
She went into the warehouse and took out a little of each color, placed them separately on white paper, then took a bowl of water and walked into the classroom.
She went into the second grade classroom and said, "This morning, the first Chinese class has been changed to an art class. You should bring your chairs and listen to the class with the first graders."
These words made all the second graders excited.
It was the first time for them to know about art class. Although they didn’t know what it was about, it should be more fun than attending classes. So, they carried their benches and went to the first grade classroom to reserve a seat.
Students from two classes were crowded into one classroom, which was very lively.
Jiang Wanyue stood on the podium and tapped the table with the blackboard eraser. The audience immediately became quiet and the children looked at her with their big eyes.
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