Liu Cuicui roared, scaring Zhao Ergou so much that he stood up suddenly, and Zhao Doudou fell on his butt.
Zhao Ergou quickly explained, "Wife, this kid is not doing well in his studies. I am teaching him a lesson. You can't spoil him."
"I'm only 5 years old and have just been in school for a month. The oldest student in the class is 13. My father asked me to get a monthly award. Isn't this bullying the child?" Zhao Doudou quickly defended himself.
When Liu Cuicui heard it, she thought it made sense.
Zhao Ergou said hurriedly, "The kid doesn't listen to the class and sleeps on the table every day."
Zhao Doudou immediately retorted, "Dad exchanged my textbooks for wine."
Seeing that his wife's anger was about to spread to him, Zhao Ergou said, "The brat often skipped classes and asked for leave without telling you, and then hid at the foot of the mountain to play with the cat all day long."
"The silver that my mother hid under the stove was taken by my father."
"That's what you told me!"
"My father forced me to do this..."
Liu Cuicui's eyes turned red and she said angrily, "You two useless guys!"
Then he picked up a bamboo broom and chased the father and son around the yard, the big and the small begging for mercy as they ran.
At this time, the Song family was still doing well.
Liu called Song Dalang into the house on the pretext that the child needed to review his lessons, and she even brought in the meal.
The old couple was so angry that they could only curse, "Study hard every day, but earn some money!"
The eldest brother Song lowered his head and said nothing, and Liu also said nothing. Only the second brother Song sneered.
Tonight, most of the students were greatly encouraged by their elders at home.
Song Yuehua didn't know all this. While watching Xiaoyu's fingers flying in the embroidery shed, she casually asked about the situation of Xie Yu's class.
"Chen Shu, Song Dalang, Lan Yu, Zhou Zheng, these are the best ones," Xie Yu said, "Ma Long is also pretty good."
"Song Dalang?" This was something Song Yuehua had not expected.
In my memory, Song Dalang is very similar to his father Song Lao Da. No matter what happens, he always keeps silent and acts as if it has nothing to do with him.
As he was the eldest grandson, he was naturally treated well in the Song family. He had no feelings for his cousins and they even seldom talked to each other.
Therefore, when Song Yuehua heard Song Dalang's name, there was no ripple in her heart, but she just chuckled and passed it over.
Xie Yu continued, "The rest either can't calm down or just want to sleep. Uncle San said that we should teach students in accordance with their aptitude, but I really don't know where to start. I wonder if it's because of me..."
"How could that be!" Xiaoyu put down the needle and quickly raised her head and said, "I think Xiaoyu teaches very well. If we hadn't been divided into different classes, I would have wanted Xiaoyu to be my teacher."
"How can it be so good..." Xie Yu blushed and rubbed against Xiaoyu.
Song Yuehua thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing wrong with teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. You may just be using the wrong method."
"What method?" Xie Yu asked.
Song Yuehua stood up and said, "Wait a moment."
After saying that, he went out.
After a while, Song Yuehua came back with a bamboo strip in her hand. The length and thickness were carefully selected by her and were very suitable for hitting people.
Song Yuehua handed the bamboo stick to Xiaoyu, "If anyone doesn't listen to the class, sleeps, or is restless, just beat them. If you cry, come to me."
Xie Yu, "..."
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