Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Second Update

After a busy day, the family went to bed early after washing up at night. The next day, after breakfast, Fu Mingze rode his bicycle back to Yangliu Brigade, while Shen Shaoyuan and Shen Moer strolled to work.

The weather was good, and the morning sunshine was gentle, and there was a gentle warmth on the body.

It can be seen that Shen Shaoyuan was in a good mood because he didn't have to ride a bicycle early in the morning. When he met someone he knew along the way, he would happily introduce Shen Moer to others. Usually, the other party would say with admiration and envy: "This is your daughter who can paint and embroider. She is so beautiful and capable. How can you say that you are so lucky?"

You can tell from the sound that her father must have boasted a lot.

Of course, some people would also praise Shen Shaoyuan and say, "Your daughter is really this big now. I thought you were joking. You look so young, only about 30 years old, but your daughter is this big now?!" He looked

shocked. Usually at this time, Comrade Shen Shaoyuan would smile proudly, and he must be very happy in his heart.

Fortunately, Shen Moer has long been accustomed to it. Not to mention now, when she was in Daliang, her father also praised her wherever he went. He had been praising her since she was a child, so much so that after her mother died, he never remarried and did not let anyone give him another son. People in the capital did not find it strange.

Being praised in person, being praised in a way that was a bit outrageous, being flattered by her father while praising her... Shen Moer said that she had seen a lot, really a lot.

Despite this, Shen Moer still breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived at the gate of the Commune Middle School.

The main thing was that although she had become numb to the compliments and had developed a thick skin, she still couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Shen Moer had been to the Commune Middle School once before the New Year. Today, she went in and looked for the principal as she was familiar with the place. The principal's surname was Kong. He had a round face and was smiling all day long. He looked like Maitreya Buddha and didn't seem too dignified.

Principal Kong smiled and said a lot of welcome words, and then personally led Shen Moer to the teacher's office.

There were only a dozen teachers in the school. The office was two large rooms, with seven or eight people sitting in each room. There were two rows of desks put together, with four people sitting in a row facing each other.

Liuqiao Commune Middle School had never offered art classes before, so Shen Moer received curious looks from the teachers as soon as she arrived at the office.

Principal Kong said with a smile: "This is our famous teacher Shen Moer. Let's applaud and welcome her."

The teachers were quite considerate and clapped sparsely. Shen Moer smiled and nodded: "Hello, teachers."

After the introduction, Principal Kong took her to an empty desk: "Just sit here."

He pointed to a round-faced girl next to her: "Kong Meijuan, please take care of Teacher Shen."

Kong Meijuan agreed with a smile. As soon as Principal Kong left, she pulled a chair and sat next to Shen Moer. Seeing Shen Moer take a stack of blank drawing paper and a box of paintbrushes from her bag and put them in the drawer, she asked curiously: "Teacher Shen, don't you have a lesson plan? I heard that the art class in Qianjin Middle School has teaching materials. If you know someone, you can come and ask for help. There is no way to borrow one. Middle school students are different from primary school students. Even if they have never learned it, they will not buy it if the teaching is too simple. "

Shen Moer heard that she was reminding him kindly, so she smiled and said, "It's okay. I mainly teach practical painting skills. They can paint whatever they want. If they are interested, they can continue their studies after they pass the entrance exam to Qianjin Middle School."

The female teacher with glasses on the other side interrupted and said, "They are professionals. Do you think we are just rushing to learn?"

Then she smiled and explained that in addition to the main subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry, and common sense, Liuqiao Commune Middle School also has secondary subjects such as music and physical education. However, there are no professional teachers for secondary courses, and they are all taught by the main course teachers.

For example, Mr. Wang, a tall and strong math teacher, not only teaches "Before liberation, the big landlord Huang Badao hired 10 long-term workers for a long time, and deprived the long-term workers of 50,000 catties of grain every year. Suppose the total amount of grain deprived by the landlord from the long-term workers after x years is y catties, then...", but also takes students to run, long jump and high jump.

For example, the teacher Cui Yingdong who is speaking, she teaches Chinese, but she can also play the organ, so she uses the school's discarded organ from somewhere to teach the children music lessons. If she sometimes asks for leave or is too busy, then the music class will be taken over by another common sense teacher who can play the erhu.

In short, it is to give full play to the strengths of every teacher.

Shen Moer was speechless. Kong Meijuan whispered, "Teacher Shen, besides painting, do you have any other talents? Or in other words, are there any subjects that you are particularly good at?"

Shen Moer looked at Kong Meijuan with a smile and asked, "Teacher Kong, what is your relationship with Principal Kong? Are you curious yourself, or are you asking on behalf of Principal Kong?"

Kong Meijuan scratched her head and laughed dryly, "Is it so obvious? I'm the principal's niece. Hehe, it was indeed my uncle who asked me to ask you about you. He wanted to see if there was anything he could do with you, hehe."

It turned out that she was a spy planted by the principal among the people.

Cui Yingdong laughed: "Meijuan, you are always informing Principal Kong, be careful or we will isolate you."

Luo Maoshi, who was teaching both mathematics and physical education, interrupted and said: "That's right, Comrade Meijuan, don't learn from your uncle. He has no bottom line. Just because I am taller, he insists that I must be a sports athlete and that I must take the physical education class. I can't even jump as far as those boys in the first grade, let alone high jump. Even so, I still have to teach them skills. I don't have any skills."

Luo Maoshi was very resentful and couldn't help but swear.

Shen Moer couldn't help laughing. The atmosphere in the commune middle school was really good, at least it was quite relaxed.

In fact, schools in many places were not peaceful at that time. Teachers were often reported and "overthrown". However, Jiangbei County was not bad. It was probably because there were too many mountains in Jiangbei County and the transportation was not very convenient. This was actually a big disadvantage, but it also prevented the rapid spread of those fierce speeches and movements outside to a certain extent.

Of course, compared with other places, especially compared with central cities such as the capital and Shanghai, the overall situation in Nan Province was much better. The province was not as chaotic as some places. All work was still in order. The overall environment was better, so Jiangbei County was naturally okay.

Elective classes like music and art are naturally not scheduled early in the morning, so when Principal Kong took a bell and rang it in the corridor, other teachers in the office left with their textbooks. Only Shen Moer looked at the schedule Principal Kong gave her and sat there without moving.

There was only one class in the morning, and it was the last one.

Shen Moer went to the table next to her where thermos bottles, chalk and other miscellaneous items were placed to pour a glass of water, then came back and sat down to drink water while reading a high school textbook.

Fortunately, Kong Meijuan was not there, otherwise if she saw her reading a high school physics textbook, she would tell Principal Kong that she was particularly good at physics.

Shen Moer curled her lips and started to read carefully.

After watching a class, when other teachers went back to the office, Shen Moer stood up and walked around. When other teachers went back to class, she sat back down and continued to watch. She watched two classes like this. When it was the third class, she took out a blank piece of drawing paper, thought about it, and drew some patterns and designs on it.

After the third class, Kong Meijuan came back with books and notebooks. She caught a glimpse of Shen Moli drawing. She couldn't help but leaning over to take a look. She exclaimed, "Teacher Shen, you drew so many pictures this morning. This, this looks quite simple?"

Shen Moli had just finished drawing, put away her pen, and explained with a smile, "Well, it looks quite simple, but it's still a little difficult to draw it exactly and make it vivid and lifelike."

Kong Meijuan seemed to understand, "Oh, it's really like a different world."

When Principal Kong went to the corridor again with the bell, Shen Moli took an enamel cup for drinking water and a box of colored chalks and went to Class 3 of Junior High School.

The students in Class 2 and 3 knew that they were the first class to have art class. Even after the bell rang, the students were still discussing noisily. It was not until Shen Moer walked into the classroom that the classroom suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at Shen Moer curiously. Some exclaimed, "The new teacher is so beautiful," and some exclaimed, "What a female tyrant." Perhaps

because of her martial arts training, Shen Moer had a very sensitive hearing. She ignored those who were exaggerating and exclaiming about her beauty. Shen Moer quickly found the figure of Liu Guizhi's son Zhou Ping'an in the corner of the classroom. Shen Moer

: "..."

That's terrible. It seems that her reputation as a female tyrant will not only spread in her family compound, but also in the school.

Shen Moer walked up to the podium and wrote the word "Shen" on the blackboard. She then said, "I am your art teacher. My last name is Shen. I will be teaching part-time at the commune middle school for a year, during which I will mainly teach you practical painting skills. What are practical painting skills? These skills are the basis of drawing, ceramic painting and even printmaking. You may not be able to draw after learning these skills, but if you have the opportunity to work in related industries in the future, learning these basic skills will at least allow you to learn faster than others."

After a pause, she said, "Of course, the meaning of painting is not just this. If anyone wants to learn something other than practical skills, they can come to me after class."

After that, she turned around and quickly drew a cute little cat on the blackboard.

"Wow, so lifelike!"

"It looks simple, but it's hard to do it."

"This is interesting, I want to learn it."

"Do you know, there's a master in the kiln factory whose prints are so lifelike, almost like they were taken from a photograph. Hehe, I've even sneaked in to see it, it's really good! If I could draw that well, I'd go draw comics, and then we'd all be drawn into the comics!"

"Then can you draw a picture for me, with the little hero Yulai?"

...

Amid the chattering, Shen Moer began to explain how to draw.

No one noticed that Zhou Ping'an, who was sitting in the corner, had eyes that lit up behind his long bangs.