There are a total of ninety-seven children in the two classes.
More than a hundred pairs of eyes looked at Jiang Wanyue, and in those big eyes there was a desire for knowledge and new things.
Jiang Wanyue, standing on the podium, felt a tremendous sense of responsibility in her heart.
She smiled and said, "Students, today's class is called art class. What is art class? Let's play a little game first."
She spread the paper bag containing the paint on the podium and placed a bowl of water beside it. The paint dripped into the water and slowly spread out.
"Can anyone tell me what colors these are?"
A naughty student immediately stood up and shouted: "Red, yellow, blue."
"Correct answer." Jiang Wanyue said gently, "So, now I want green, what should I do?"
The children below spoke enthusiastically.
"The grass outside is green, just squeeze a little grass juice."
“The water in the river is green, too.”
Jiang Wanyue took out some yellow paint and added a little blue. After fully blending them, she showed it to the students in the audience: "Look, what color is this?"
The children looked incredulous.
“It’s green!”
"How did the teacher turn it green?"
"Teacher Jiang is so amazing!"
Jiang Wanyue's hands moved quickly: "Similarly, we can also mix other colors. Red plus yellow is orange, red plus blue is purple, and red, yellow and blue together is black... These are the three primary colors. Using red, yellow and blue, we can mix hundreds of colors..."
The students kept exclaiming, shocked by the variety of colors.
"Now, let me tell you what fine arts are." Jiang Wanyue put away the paint and looked at the students below and said, "Fine arts has the word 'beauty' in it. Everything that makes people feel beautiful, including painting, sculpture, crafts, architecture... these can be called fine arts. Use needle and thread to embroider a flower, use bamboo to weave a backpack, use a pen to draw a cloud, in life, fine arts are everywhere."
"In addition to paint, we can also use any other materials to express art, such as a stick, a stone, a pile of soil..." She smiled and said, "There is still half an hour left in this class. Please collect leaves or anything else you can collect and make a painting."
Without drawing paper or colored pencils, she could only use the most primitive method to teach art.
The children rushed out of the classroom, looking for all kinds of leaves and stones, and then returned to the classroom to create on the table.
Jiang Wanyue discovered that these children had open minds and created a wide variety of things.
"Teacher, this is a big monster with three heads."
"Teacher, this is an airplane. My grandfather used to ride on an airplane when he was fighting the Japanese."
"This is a little rabbit. My family ate a rabbit last month. It was delicious."
“…”
This class ended successfully.
Jiang Wanyue put away the textbooks and walked out of the classroom.
She saw many senior students gathered outside the classroom. These children had never taken art classes before.
Back in the office, Jiang Wanyue couldn't help but say, "Principal, why don't we have art, music, and nature classes in the future, with all the students in the school taking them together."
Teacher Wan's eyes lit up, and then he paused: "Will this be too hard for you..."
When the class next door was having an art class, the students in her class all stretched their ears to listen to the noise, extremely curious.
It would be great if we could go together.
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "This is the duty of a teacher. It's not hard."
Principal Zheng nodded: "Okay, let's just leave it like this for now."
At the same time, Song Huaizhi was surrounded in the classroom.
"I heard from Song Dazhu that Teacher Jiang is Song Huaizhi's mother!"
"Wow, Song Huaizhi, why didn't you tell me earlier? Your mother is so amazing, and you can hold it in."
"Teacher Jiang is an educated youth from the city. She speaks well and her classes are very interesting. I envy Song Huaizhi so much for having such a mother!"
Song Huaizhi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.
His mother used to lock herself in a small box. He couldn't get close to her, nor could he truly get to know her.
It was not until now that he realized that his mother was so outstanding, so outstanding that she was out of place in this village.
No wonder my mother always wanted to go back to the city...
When he grows up and has the ability, he will definitely buy a house in the city and let his mother live there.
Saturday afternoon is labor class. The children have to weed the school and water the vegetable fields. There is a fish pond behind the school, and the students are also responsible for cutting grass and feeding the fish.
After the labor class, Song Huaizhi stood at the school gate waiting for Jiang Wanyue.
Amid the envious gazes of countless classmates, he boldly held Jiang Wanyue's hand.
Jiang Wanyue held his hand and said as they walked: "Tomorrow is Sunday, I am going to the county town, do you want to buy anything?"
Song Huaizhi shook his head: "No."
Jiang Wanyue also knew that she couldn't get anything out of him.
She changed the subject and said, "Then let me test you on second-grade math and see how many you can answer."
She asked a few questions casually, and Song Huaizhi answered them all correctly without having to think at all.
These days, Song Huaizhi would always ask her to borrow second-grade books to read. She thought he couldn't understand them, but she didn't expect that he had already mastered them.
She couldn't help but say: "With your level, you can go directly to the second grade."
Song Huaizhi immediately raised his head: "Is it okay?"
The first grade knowledge was too simple. Chinese mainly focused on literacy and writing, and arithmetic was addition and subtraction within 20, which he had already learned.
"It should be possible." Jiang Wanyue said, "Wait until I ask the principal to test your level and then arrange it."
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