The children go home for lunch and then go back to school in the afternoon.
On the first day of school, several of them were very energetic. They chattered non-stop while eating and were extremely excited.
It became listless in less than a week.
"What's wrong, you little rascals? Are you unhappy at school?"
Su Qing would tell the children stories from Journey to the West from time to time, and often jokingly called Su Qianfan and Daya little monkeys who could climb trees, dive into the water, and escape into the sky and the earth.
"Aunt, going to school is not fun. It would be better for you to teach us at home." Su Qianshan said dejectedly.
"Yes, Teacher Qin started speaking in dialect during class, and I couldn't understand anything."
"Mom, it's so noisy in our classroom. Even if I could understand, I wouldn't be able to hear clearly."
Su Qing was puzzled. Qin Kaishan looked like a feudal patriarch. He should be a strict teacher. How could he not be able to control a group of little brats?
"Why are you making so much noise? Aren't there a lot of first graders?"
"Mom, we are all in the same classroom, from first grade to fifth grade. The first group is the first grade, and the second group is the second grade..."
"That's right, and several students in the class carry their younger brothers and sisters to school. Their younger brothers and sisters often cry during class." Qianya said with a sad face.
"Yesterday morning it was Shitou's younger brother who cried because he pooped his pants and it smelled so bad. This afternoon it was Xiaojuan's younger brother who cried because he was hungry and Xiaojuan didn't feed him." Erya said with a pout.
Uh... I'm speechless.
"Didn't your teacher say anything?" Su Qing regretted asking this question. He probably thought the teacher was used to it.
Nowadays, every family has a series of children, and it is natural for the older ones to take care of the younger ones.
"The teacher told them to take their younger siblings out and coax them back into class."
"But Shitou didn't try to coax him. He just left his brother on the playground. He crawled all over the floor like a little mud man. Luckily I ran fast, otherwise he would have grabbed me."
After dinner, Daya followed Su Qing closely.
"What's wrong, Daya? Do you have something to ask mother?"
"Mom, we'll go to work right after school. Can you please not let us take our sister to school?"
Oh my God, look how scared the child was. Su Qing thought it was a big deal.
"Don't worry, I won't let you take your sister to school. Just focus on your studies and help with things around the house after school. I'll be happy."
After hearing this, the little girl skipped back to the house.
Su Qing planned to go to the school in person next Monday to see if it was true as the children said that the classroom was so noisy that classes could not be held.
Monday arrived as scheduled~
The children had breakfast early and went to school.
Su Qing estimated that it was time for class, so he carried Si Ya and San Ya on his back and went out.
As I approached the school, I heard the hustle and bustle of noise.
"Shitou, your brother is having diarrhea again, take him away quickly."
"Yeah, that's great. Go ahead and make some noise. Then you don't have to go to class."
"Gousheng, play with your bamboo dragonfly for me again."
"No, the teacher will confiscate it."
Then Qin Kaishan's voice shouting "Quiet" was heard.
But there was no effect. The noise continued. She could vaguely see a few naughty children running around in the classroom.
Qin Kaishan hit the table hard with a ruler, and the classroom gradually became quiet.
"First graders, please pull out your textbooks and turn to page eight. We will begin learning about cocoa and (g, k, h in the initial consonant table)."
Su Qing squatted in the corner and laughed non-stop.
Although she knew that the teacher was teaching the children very carefully, it was the first time she encountered a teacher teaching in dialect mixed with Mandarin, which inexplicably tickled her funny bone.
If she hadn't already taught the book to the children, she wouldn't have understood what the teacher was saying.
The key is that the children began to pronounce the initial consonants loudly, imitating the teacher's accent.
As Su Qing laughed, she felt a bit desolate.
This is the case in remote areas, where educational resources are scarce and having access to education is a luxury for children.
Alas... maybe this is the gap between the rich and the poor.
Si Ya looked at Su Qingxiao's shoulders shaking, and began to laugh with her little mouth wide open.
"Shh~ Let's not disturb the brothers and sisters in class."
The two children really shut up obediently.
Fortunately, the reading sounds inside were very loud, otherwise we would have been discovered.
Su Qing looked for a while and then walked towards the village. On the way, he met a boy who was dragging a child over one year old towards the village.
"Shidan, are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, I'll beat you up."
"No, no."
The boy named Shidan was very stubborn. He would lie on the ground and start spinning 360 degrees like a spoiled child as soon as his brother touched him.
His brother didn't tolerate him either. He picked up a small branch on the road and hit his brother with it.
"The stone is broken, tell my mother."
"It's your fault that you always poop when it's my turn to teach. How can I listen to the lecture?" Shitou's tears were already welling up in his eyes, and his words were choked with sobs.
Shidan covered his ears, as if to say, "You can say whatever you want, but I won't listen."
The road was so narrow that the two children were stuck in a stalemate, and Su Qing and the other two couldn't get through.
Shitou noticed Su Qing, and without caring whether Shidan was happy or not, he carried him away.
She also did not forget to apologize to Su Qing, "Aunt Xiaoqing, we are leaving now. I am sorry for blocking you."
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