The Zhao family team had fun in the threshing ground for a while, and then everyone went back home.
In the evening, Deng Damei was invited by her mother-in-law to have a big dinner.
Zhang Yunxi is making the test papers!
Currently, students need teachers to set questions for their unit tests and have students copy the test papers. Only during midterm and final exams will the commune test papers be distributed and unified examinations will be conducted for the entire commune.
So Comrade Zhang Yunxi needs to make Chinese and math test papers, and after making them, they still need to copy them.
It was difficult to ask students to help copy the test papers. Zhang Yunxi's hands were almost weak from writing. Math was okay, but Chinese was really a torture! There were too many words!
He Xiaoxiao silently took the blank paper and copied it for her.
Zhang Yunxi was very grateful: "Xiaoxiao, you are such a good person."
He Xiaoxiao, who was given the nice guy card, rubbed her hair without saying a word and continued to copy the test paper for her.
In the candlelight, the two sat side by side, holding the pen and writing with a rustling sound. Zhang Yunxi's hands were almost crippled. If she were not poor, she would have wanted to pay for the printing of the test papers herself.
The test papers kept being blown up and the windows made a creaking sound. Zhang Yunxi stood up and smelled the damp smell of soil in the wind when he closed the window. A cloud of dark clouds rolled in and it looked like it was going to rain.
Zhang Yunxi: "Is Damei not back yet?"
He Xiaoxiao looked outside and said, "It's almost there."
As soon as the words fell.
Comrade Deng Damei ran back and said, "The temperature is going to drop again soon. I haven't mended my coat yet. I have to find it."
"I gave them to a few comrades in the cowshed last time and stuffed a little cotton in them. I think it should be enough for me."
Zhang Yunxi also opened the box, took out the cotton coat and spread it out.
She has an old cotton-padded jacket and a new cotton-padded jacket.
It started to rain outside, and Zhang Yunxi went to close the doors and windows.
The rain was not heavy, but it was uncomfortable even when it fell on the body in fine and dense drops. The Zhaojia Brigade also became quiet, and there were only a few people who needed to go to work. Zhang Yunxi was naturally among them, because she had to attend classes and also gave the whole class an exam.
It is actually easy to mark the test paper.
After all, it was her who asked the questions, and she had memorized the answers by heart. She only needed to change the scores. Zhao Laohu's scores were still the glaring "38" and "39".
Zhang Yunxi didn't know what to say.
I also feel a little bit impressed that this kid is very good at controlling grades. His scores are always stable, never lower than 35 and never higher than 40. This is true for both Chinese and math.
Fortunately, the overall performance of the class has improved a lot.
"Teacher Zhang, my boy has become a soldier. My family hasn't had any big happy events in a long time, so I wanted to invite relatives and friends to get together. Do you want to come?" Principal Zhao asked.
People feel refreshed when happy things happen.
His face was beaming.
Zhang Yunxi looked around at the teachers in the office.
Teacher Zhao Changmei looked at her with kind eyes and smiled: "Go ahead, it's rare for us to get together."
"OK!"
Zhang Yunxi agreed.
To her, Zhao Changmei is her teacher.
Still a very respected teacher!
Zhang Yunxi continued to mark the test papers. Principal Zhao picked them up and took a look. He was satisfied. Teacher Zhang had made obvious progress. "The students are quite obedient in your class."
"I would make a fuss, but now I have learned to endure it!"
Zhang Yunxi answered, his pen tip rustling. He glanced at the score, turned it over, and wrote the student's grade.
She answered quite easily, and the teachers in the office burst into laughter.
Zhang Yunxi's mouth corners also slightly raised, but in less than a second, the smile fell! One student left most of the questions blank and even drew on the test paper.
I wanted to pull him over and give him a beating, but when I turned over, I saw her portrait.
His jawline was tense and he looked very serious. He was poking at the blackboard with a piece of chalk, but his eyebrows and eyes were lively and beautiful.
Zhang Yunxi's fire was extinguished in an instant.
Principal Zhao was surprised: "This child's drawings are beautiful."
"right!"
Zhang Yunxi took out the student test papers.
Continue to correct.
There were just a few words written in the corner of the test paper: "Thank you for your gift, it's a very good drawing."
Then he wrote "18" in red pen without hesitation.
The next day, Zhang Yunxi asked the group leader to distribute the test papers and praised the children with good grades. As for those with poor grades, she did not criticize them by name. She just asked the students who were drawing to go to her office after class and started to explain the test papers while she was copying the questions on the blackboard.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Suddenly a child started crying.
Zhang Yunxi turned away from the blackboard: "What's going on?"
The little girl with a beautiful ponytail cried and pointed at her classmate who was sitting behind her: "Teacher, he pulled my ponytail."
The child met the teacher's cold gaze, lowered his head and said nothing.
Zhang Yunxi turned around and calmly called the name, "Go to the back of the classroom and stand there for a class to reflect on yourself."
The child was very well behaved, but on the way to the back wall, he looked like he was walking on a red carpet, constantly greeting familiar classmates, making faces, and showing off in an invincible way.
Zhang Yunxi turned around and immediately restrained himself.
“……” Brat, you react pretty quickly.
Zhang Yunxi continued teaching, and when the class was over, his seat was changed so that he would not have to pull the little girl's ponytail.
When the class was over, the little girl picked up her books, rolled them up into a ball, turned over the table, and hit the boy's head hard: "You really think I'm easy to bully, you bastard, you even pulled my ponytail, wait and see how I teach you a lesson."
Zhang Yunxi on the podium ignored it, called the students who were drawing, and took out a notebook specially for drawing: "If you can answer all the questions on the test paper next time, this drawing book will belong to you."
"Really?!"
The child felt incredible.
When he saw the teacher's comments on the test papers handed out, he sat at his desk in a daze for a long time.
"Yes!" Zhang Yunxi pushed the sketchbook in front of him: "Take a look, how about the sketchbook?"
The child flipped it open and saw the clean white paper. His eyes lit up and said, "What a clean book."
"Study hard and answer all the questions next time, no matter whether you know the answer or not. And you are not allowed to draw on the test paper next time. I praise you because I respect your drawing achievements, but I also hope that you respect the fruits of my labor. I racked my brains to come up with the test questions, and I copied them word for word after get off work. Can you not draw on them?"
"Can."
The child blushed and nodded.
"Okay, let's go back." Zhang Yunxi really felt that this child was born in the wrong era. If he could be well trained, he would definitely be able to achieve something.
But painting is a boring job that requires talent.
What supports art students is, to a large extent, passion!
She had no way of raising the child in front of her and could only support him to the best of her ability.
The child walked out of the house with his hands and feet together. On the way home, he ran back to the classroom as if he was flying, and boasted to his classmates: "The teacher said that if I answer the questions well next time, I will have a beautiful sketchbook."
Some students were not convinced.
During class, he also said he wanted a notebook. (End of this chapter)