Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 19 The teacher says the school is in charge of meals

Yang Zhengdong ran in quickly and saw a little girl in the third grade. This child seemed to be called Wang Xiaoru.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoru held a piece of dry steamed bun in his hand, opened his mouth and kept exerting force, his face was blushing, and his little hand was covering his neck vigorously, he must be choking.

Yang Zhengdong quickly picked her up, hugged her stomach with both hands, and shook her vigorously up and down, at least seven or eight times, before Wang Xiaoru spat out a piece of dry steamed bun with blood on it.

This piece of dry steamed bun was the size of half an egg, no wonder it got stuck in his throat. If he hadn't discovered this in time, he might have died in a few minutes.

Wang Xiaoru turned her head to look at Yang Zhengdong who was covered in sweat, she curled her mouth and called Teacher Yang, and burst into tears.

Yang Zhengdong hugged her and couldn't help comforting her, he couldn't help blaming himself, why didn't he find that there was another child in the classroom.

He kept telling him to be cautious about time travel, but he was still careless. Fortunately, nothing happened, and if something happened, he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

It took a long time for Wang Xiaoru to stop crying, Yang Zhengdong took the dry steamed bun in her hand, and squeezed it with his hands.

I found out that this is not a steamed bun, this thing is harder than a rock, even a strong laborer can't chew it, how can a child be able to chew it.

Yang Zhengdong felt his throat was a little congested, as if he was constantly beating his heart with a hammer.

A child who is less than ten years old, in his previous life, was the age at which McDonald's, KFC, and Pizza Hut were eaten every day. At this age, parents should all spoil him like a little princess.

He would never have imagined that there would be a child in his class who only ate steamed buns for lunch, and what he ate was dry steamed buns that he couldn't even chew.

Why did the parents go there? If you can't support them, don't give birth!

Yang Zhengdong was so angry that he had to go to their house for anything, as if he was a child of Dongtou Wang Gensheng's family, and he insisted on stuffing this steamed bun into his mouth.

Yang Zhengdong hugged Wang Xiaoru and went back to the office, let him sit on the table, first poured her an enamel cup of water, asked her to sip and wash down, the child was choking just now, he was worried about hurting his throat.

Then he took out a bowl of noodles from the pot, sprinkled green onion and green vegetables on it, dripped a few drops of sesame oil on it, and brought it to her.

"Xiao Ru, let's not eat dry steamed buns, come, eat noodles!"

Yang Zhengdong looked at the child who was less than ten years old, only 1.2 meters long, with messy hair tied in two braids, her face was black and white, and her clothes were all men's clothes.

Immediately there was pity in my heart, this is still a child, why did I suffer this crime, and immediately became more determined to find their house.

Wang Xiaoru is relatively introverted, and he found out during the introduction to the first class in the morning that the child only said his name, and the voice was not much louder than a mosquito.

Seeing Yang Zhengdong's approaching face, tears immediately fell down, and he started to cry, but he didn't even dare to cry out.

"Xiao Ru, don't cry, listen to the teacher. Come and have some noodles, if you don't have enough, the teacher will cook for you!" Yang Zhengdong looked at Wang Xiaoru and persuaded him distressedly.

"Teacher, I... my throat... my throat hurts!"

Wang Xiaoru looked at Yang Zhengdong's face, and it took him a long time to stop sobbing, and said something that was not much louder than a mosquito.

"Sure enough, you cut your throat, don't move, I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Yang Zhengdong picked up Wang Xiaoru and left the office, then ran away like Sun Yucheng's house.

He wanted to go to the hospital, but the nearest township health center in this poor place has an area of ​​five or six miles, and there are all fucking mountain roads, so he can only go to Sun Yucheng first.

When he arrived at Sun Yucheng's house, Yang Zhengdong took a breath and went directly to the clinic.

It was noon at this time, and Sun Yucheng and Sun Yuanyuan, father and daughter, were sitting in the clinic eating, both wearing white coats. It seemed that Sun Yuanyuan and Sun Yucheng were visiting together today.

Seeing Yang Zhengdong coming in with a child in his arms, Sun Yuanyuan was startled.

Thinking that something happened, he quickly put down the bowl and ran over. Sun Yucheng also quickly put down the bowl.

"Uncle Yucheng, Sister Yuanyuan, this child was choking on steamed buns at school today and slashed his throat. Hurry up and see if it's serious!"

Yang Zhengdong panted and told the story, Sun Yucheng helped put Wang Xiaoru on the stool, took out the flashlight and asked her to open her mouth to check.

Sun Yuanyuan assisted at the side, passing things, holding a flashlight, and after checking, Sun Yucheng poured a glass of cold water for Wang Xiaoru to drink before washing her hands and walking back.

"Is this the girl from Wang Gensheng's family? Her throat is fine. Don't eat too hot food these days, try to drink porridge, and you'll be fine in two or three days."

Sun Yucheng sat at the diagnosis table and confessed.

"Ah."

Wang Xiaoru agreed with a voice like a mosquito.

"Thank you, Uncle Yucheng. By the way, I have to go to Xiaoru's house today to find his parents. Does Uncle Yucheng know where they are in Dongtou?"

When Yang Zhengdong thought of the dry steamed bun that was as hard as a rock, he became very angry. When Sun Yuanyuan took her away from Shangyao, Yang Zhengdong asked Sun Yucheng.

He is really not familiar with Wang Xiaoru's family, and basically he doesn't have much information about this family in his memory, and it may be because he lives far away.

"Why? Going to talk to Wang Gensheng about Xiaoru? This girl has only a father and no mother! Well, I'm afraid it's no wonder Gensheng!"

Sun Yucheng looked at Yang Zhengdong's angry face, looked at Wang Xiaoru who was obediently sitting there applying medicine in the distance, and said with a sigh.

"Uncle Yucheng, what's going on with Xiaoru's family? I'm not familiar with their family, and I can't remember clearly."

Seeing Sun Yucheng's expression, Yang Zhengdong knew there must be something hidden in it, so he calmed down and asked.

"Yuanyuan, you take Xiaoru to drink a bowl of noodle soup, then give her a head wash and a bath, the child has lice on her head."

Sun Yucheng ordered Sun Yuanyuan, watched the two go out, then turned to look at Yang Zhengdong, and talked about Wang Xiaoru's family.

This Wang Xiaoru's father, Wang Gensheng, was also a hard-working man since he was a child. He was not a native of Mengxi Village.

More than 30 years ago, when natural disasters swept across China, Mengxi Village, where Wang Gensheng fled, was not yet ten years old.

That year he came to Mengxi Village with an old lady begging for food, but the old lady starved to death as soon as he arrived in the village.

The people in the village looked pitiful and couldn't bear the loss of a life, so they raised him with the family of the east and the family of the west.

When he was [-] or [-] years old, Wang Gensheng could only go out to work because he had no land, and he left for nearly ten years.

When he came back again, he took a four or five-year-old girl with him, and said to the outside world that he had a child with an outside woman, and the two of them settled down in Mengxi Village.

The girl brought back is now Wang Xiaoru.

But the situation in the village is like this, no one is considered rich. Because Wang Gensheng is a foreigner, even though he has registered permanent residence, he can't get any land in the village.

This man is also considered hardworking. He found a stone factory in the village and threw stones for them every day.

How can a big man take good care of his children if he can't even take care of himself.

Every time he steams a pot of steamed buns, he can eat them for more than a week.

During the day, when Mr. Wang Gen was not at home, the steamed buns would be as hard as bricks at the end of the meal. It was good if the weather was hot and not rancid.

Back when Grandpa Yang Zhengdong was a teacher, the child fainted twice because of starvation because he had nothing to eat, and the glucose was supplemented by him, so Sun Yucheng still knew the situation of Wang Xiaoru's family.

After Yang Zhengdong heard about Wang Xiaoru's family, he was also speechless for a long time.

For him, this kind of thing still exists in some literary works or film and television works, but he didn't expect it to appear by his side today.

Now he doesn't blame Wang Gensheng as a father, because this is the tragedy of the whole society.

It is not anyone's fault, but the fault of poverty. When poverty prevents a person's material level of survival and physical needs from being effectively met, it will cause the current situation to happen.

Yang Zhengdong felt something stuck in his heart, which was heavy but he couldn't move it away. He wanted to change this situation, but he didn't know where to start.

After chatting with Sun Yucheng with a heavy heart, Sun Yuanyuan came over with Wang Xiaoru. The little girl who had been bathed, except for her dark skin, looked like a beauty at first glance, with two shofar braids tied on her head, revealing everything. cute.

If it wasn't for the always timid eyes, I believe that this child would be a treasure in any family in his previous life, but now it will only make people feel distressed.

Yang Zhengdong took her hand, bid farewell to Sun Yucheng and Sun Yuanyuan, and walked towards the school.

Yang Zhengdong tried to chat with her along the way, but Wang Xiaoru was too introverted, and every time he answered with words such as "um" and "oh", which were not much bigger than mosquitoes.

It was past one o'clock when we returned to school, Yang Zhengdong swallowed the bowl of noodles that had become a lump, and then took a tin pot of cold boiled water and two enamel cups, and brought Wang Xiaoru back to the classroom.

He was also inspired by Wang Xiaoru's incident when he suddenly brought water to the classroom. If there was water in the classroom at that time, then maybe Wang Xiaoru would not have choked like that at all.

Moreover, these children didn't have the habit of carrying water glasses, and they didn't even drink their saliva all morning. In this case, the damage to their bodies was particularly serious.

So he put all the kettles and cups in the classroom, and he plans to make this a standard classroom equipment every day in the future.

In the afternoon, Yang Zhengdong arranges physical education, music, and ideology and morality courses. Generally, elementary school ends after four o'clock, and it is the same here at Blue Star.

The physical education class is mainly to teach broadcast gymnastics, using the third set of national broadcast gymnastics for elementary school students on the earth, which is the well-known set of "Colorful Sunshine" throughout the country.

This set of gymnastics combines aerobics, fitness dance, cartoon animation, and semaphore into one. It is very beautiful to exercise with music.

However, Mengxi Village Primary School does not have loudspeakers, amplifiers, or tape recorders.

Everything can only be done by Yang Zhengdong yelling with his mouth. Now he is fortunate to have a "peerless good voice", which makes him not far behind a big speaker, but it seems a bit monotonous without a soundtrack.

In the music class, he taught two songs, one is the nursery rhyme "Little Conch", and the other is "Jingle Bells".

These are all picked up from his memory, there are no these two songs in this world.It's just that he doesn't know the nursery rhymes of this world, so he can only let the students learn what he knows.

But what he didn't expect was that his "peerless voice" was not given for nothing, he was shocked by that voice, and he definitely has potential as a singer.

And the other one is Liang Yahui, this girl has a very good singing talent, he probably doesn't need "the eyes of a famous teacher" to know that this girl's development direction is definitely related to music.

There are no textbooks and materials for the ideological and moral courses. The method he uses is to tell stories to the students, and use the stories to carry out ideological and moral education.

Of course, it is also selected from memory, mainly the excellent stories of this world, which he does not know yet.

After school, he did not let the three children in the sixth grade go, and had to give them lectures and tutoring.

In addition, Wang Xiaoru was also left behind. The child's father would only come back at eight or nine o'clock every day. It would be better to let her go home by herself.

It wasn't until six o'clock that he brought Wang Xiaoru back home, the two of them had dinner, Yang Zhengdong prepared lessons, and Wang Xiaoru read books. Only then did he realize that this quiet, introverted and somewhat timid girl had an extraordinary passion for books.

It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock that Wang Gensheng came to pick up Wang Xiaoru. Yang Zhengdong talked about the child's throat stuck today, and told him not to give the child irritating food or drink boiled water.

He didn't teach him like a teacher, because his heart softened when he saw Wang Gensheng. His beard was covered in dust, his rough palms could be used as sandpaper, and a big man raised a child by himself. What else could he say?

Hearing that Wang Xiaoru was injured because the steamed bun was too dry, Wang Gensheng's eyes were full of distress and regret, he couldn't stop thanking Yang Zhengdong, and then led Wang Xiaoru into the darkness.

Yang Zhengdong looked at the two people who were getting further and further away, and the father kept asking his daughter if it still hurts, saying that it was all the father's fault.

Instead, the girl comforted her father, and finally Yang Zhengdong vaguely heard: "Teacher Yang is a good person, he asked me to eat at school in the future, and the school will take care of the meals!"

Looking over again, the figures, one big and one small, have already disappeared into the darkness...

(End of this chapter)