Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 8

The most important thing is that if you can't complete it, you have to deduct one professional special skill. He only has one in total now, and he deducted the "Eye of the Master Teacher"...

Huh?If it is deducted, it will be deducted, and it will not affect him much.

He has probably figured out this "eye of a famous teacher". After all, it is just one purpose: to discover advantages and teach students in accordance with their aptitude.Know in advance what the student's qualifications are like and what the most potential direction is, and then go to targeted teaching.

However, Yang Zhengdong has never liked this method very much. In his opinion, "teaching students according to their aptitude" is far inferior to "teaching without discrimination". As long as students want to learn seriously, teachers should teach with their heart.

Although teaching students according to their aptitude is good, sometimes it is easy to divide students into grades and grades. Everyone likes students with good qualifications. If it has been bad, shouldn't they be taught well?After thinking about it, Yang Zhengdong fell asleep very relaxed.

When he got up early the next morning, he took out a bag of yellow paper from the side of the door. Today is the old man Fu San, so he has to go to the grave to burn some paper.

He wasn't very clear about this at first, but Fatty Wang reminded him yesterday when he was there, so he got up early to prepare to burn the paper.

Although he is no longer the original Yang Zhengdong, this feeling runs deep in his blood. Burning paper on the grave is also a nostalgia for the old man.

In the mountain village in early summer, the weather is not too hot, and many people have already gone to work in the fields taking advantage of the coolness in the morning.

The winter wheat has basically been harvested this season, and there are a lot of stubble left in the field.Many people have not planted autumn corn, and there is no seeder here, and it is usually planted manually.

Now these villagers in the field came early in the morning, either to pick up the ears of wheat that fell from the harvest, or to sow corn in groups of two.Along the way, Yang Zhengdong met many villagers who greeted him.

It happened that he took this opportunity to identify seven or eight families whose children went to school on the roster.Hearing that Yang Zhengdong took over as a teacher, the villagers became more enthusiastic. It wasn't because he wanted to take care of him on purpose, but they had a natural respect for the profession of teachers from the bottom of their hearts.

The old man's grave is not far from the river beach, and it is also the ancestral grave of their old Yang family. It happens that the grave is buried in Yang Jianguo's field, so when the family is separated, they will ask for compensation. This is also the village's practice.

In the village, burials are generally done in the ground. One grave occupies a large area of ​​land. This land cannot grow food. The villagers cherish the land, but the elderly have to be buried when they die. Where to bury it.

But the landlord of this piece of land can offer compensation, usually only a thousand or a few hundred, that's what it means, for psychological comfort.

Although Yang Zhengdong doesn't agree with this kind of burial from the bottom of his heart, he can't say anything about the custom that has been passed down for thousands of years.

When he arrived at the grave of the old man, Yang Zhengdong discovered that there was a lot of paper burned here, and there seemed to be quite a lot of it, and the ashes left after the burning were all around, but it was handled very well, and a fire belt was dug around to ensure that there would be no harm. Because the burning paper caused a fire, which ignited the stubble left in the field.

He was a little surprised who burned these, the old man had no daughter, and Yang Jianguo's family was in the county, so it was impossible for him to come so early even if he burned the paper.

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't guess. He got rid of the burnt ashes, then took out the paper and put it on, lit it with a match, and put it into the fire bit by bit.

"Grandpa, you can rest assured and enjoy the blessings. Although I am no longer the original Zhengdong, I am still your grandson. In the future, people will come to visit you during the Chinese New Year and burn some flowers for you."

"Also, the old party secretary asked me to take over the class. You can rest assured that I will teach the children in the village in the future. At least I was also a special-grade teacher in a provincial key primary school. I will definitely not lose you old man!"

"In the future, if you have no money, come here in a dream. I will burn it for you. I have worked hard all my life and have not enjoyed the blessings. Don't be reluctant to go down here. Spend what you need. Wait for [-] million or billion coins with a denomination of [-] million to come out. , I’ll get you some more. I heard that it’s still a feudal system over there, and if you have money, you can build a farm there, and find a few young and beautiful maids to serve you, and enjoy some blessings!”

Yang Zhengdong squatted there, chanting while putting paper in it. This was when his father burned paper for his grandfather when he was learning the earth.

In his previous life, he read a famous quote about death. Zhang Ailing said: "A person will die three times in his life. The first time is brain death, which means the body is dead. The second time is funeral, which means death in society. The third time is forgetting, no one in this world will think of you anymore, that is completely dead."

Looking at the small tomb in front of him, he couldn't help thinking of himself, and wondered if he would be remembered with this kind of treatment after his death on earth.

Maybe only his parents will be heartbroken, and they all regret that they didn't obey and get married earlier. I guess the two elders are also very disappointed.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind. Yang Zhengdong got up and saw several villagers coming from the field.

"Zhengdong, burn paper for Teacher Yang so early!"

The leader said hello.

"It's Uncle Jinshan, why are you here?"

Yang Zhengdong knew these people, and they were all from the village, carrying farm tools and seeds, and carrying a bundle of yellow paper in their hands.

"It's not Mr. Yang Fusan. He went down to the ground and burned a piece of paper for the old man. We are all students of Mr. Yang."

After finishing speaking, Liang Jinshan and the others put down their things, opened the yellow paper, and burned the paper for the old man separately.

"If it weren't for Yeye, I might have lost me. I was young at that time and didn't know anything, so I knew how to be mischievous and mischievous. I was very angry with Mr. Yang. There was a lot of water in the pit during a summer storm, so I ran away. Swimming in it, who knew the clean sand pit, if I didn't pay attention, I would sink into it and couldn't get out, it happened that Ye Ye came over and fished me out, it saved my life!"

Liang Jinshan nagged Yang Zhengdong while burning the paper.

"No, you really frightened the big guy that year. Suddenly, people couldn't see him, but the water surface was bubbling and bubbles. I saw Teacher Yang calling him over. If it's naughty, I'm not too far behind. Put bugs in the teacher's water cup, and hide dead mice in the shoes. Teacher Yang knows it all, but he never said it. Once I fell from a tree and broke my leg. Teacher Yang ran for five miles holding me without stopping Many places, let the doctor save my leg. My father told me later, fortunately, there was time, otherwise I would have been crippled for the rest of my life."

This is from an older generation of the Wang family, following Liang Jinshan's words.

"I have also been favored by Teacher Yang. At that time, there were many poor children in my family. My father said that he would give me away. At least I could get enough food. I remember that I was just in the first grade, and it was Teacher Yang who came to my house and convinced me. Parents, I didn’t give it away. Later, I found out that Teacher Yang sent [-] catties of noodles to my family every month, so he kept me. I ate the rice given by Teacher Yang until the fifteenth day. Raised."

Another uncle of the Liang family also sighed and wiped away the tears with his rough palm.

"Which one is not? When I went to school, basically everyone was taken care of by Teacher Yang. My mother died early, and my father was fond of drinking, so no one cared about me. I didn't even have shoes when I was in school, and I was only in my teens." I still ran barefoot, the first pair of shoes was given to me by Teacher Yang!"

An uncle from the Sun family next to him picked up a piece of paper and lit a cigarette, then continued to throw the yellow paper into it.

"Third son, which one of us didn't receive the favor of Teacher Yang in those days? I have worn several clothes for Jianjun, and there is also the land next to the school. Why does Teacher Yang always plant sweet potatoes? It's because we can't get enough to eat. , I specially left it for us to eat, and when the sweet potatoes will be left in the end, we will eat all of them at that time, and I thought Teacher Yang didn't know, but they were actually planted for us."

"How do you know this? Tell me quickly."

The people next to him didn't seem to know about it yet, so they asked him in surprise.

"One time, Teacher Yang was drinking with my father. I overheard it. My father asked him that your piece of wasteland is not bad. Why do you grow sweet potatoes for nothing? Let those little bastards destroy it for nothing. At least grow some food It can weigh a few hundred catties, which is enough to feed a family for half a year. Do you know what Mr. Yang said? How could Mr. Yang know that those little guys were stealing food, and it was prepared for them. The village is poor, and the children can’t get enough to eat , half the size and a lot of children, how can they grow up if they don’t have enough to eat. Plant sweet potatoes, and they will have snacks to fill them up when they are hungry. Anyway, it’s only an acre of land. When it was used on children, I covered my head under the blanket and cried."

"Then why haven't I heard you say it for so many years?"

"Teacher Yang said a word. He said that children don't need to look at each other, but they all have self-esteem. It's not a glorious thing to steal food. Don't say it, just let them feel that no one knows."

"Oh, I'm getting old, and I can't think about some things anymore. It's good that Mr. Yang is gone now. He's only been a member of the village gang in his life, and no one is able to pass the exam to be a college student. I'm sorry for his old man. I can't think about it anymore. , let's go!"

Liang Jinshan wiped his eyes, tried his best to swallow the feeling of tears, stood up and walked towards the ground.

Yang Zhengdong followed him for a few steps, and then returned to the grave. Today's conversation with these people had a big impact on him.

Although the old man is not like those old gentlemen who are full of peaches and plums, who are admired by future generations for generations, but although the old man is unknown, he has kept the fire of knowledge in the village for decades. This kind of contribution is also great.

A teacher should be like an old man. Although the old man doesn't know how to live forever, he has at least lived in the hearts of several generations, and he belongs to the last category of "dead".

"Old man, I understand you! We are all teachers. A pure teacher who can achieve your level. I think you are worthwhile in this life. You are definitely a real teacher. You are selfless and down-to-earth in teaching. I will take over You are so old."

Yang Zhengdong squatted at the grave, threw the remaining yellow paper into the fire, and solemnly made a promise in front of the old man's grave.He doesn't know if he can do like the old man, but he will definitely do it well with his heart, do a good job in this ordinary but extraordinary job, and try his best to preach and teach.

After all the paper was burned, a breeze blew, and the paper ash floated upwards.Yang Zhengdong looked at the paper dust all over the sky, and vaguely saw the old man looking at him with a smile on his face, and nodded slightly in response.

Yang Zhengdong got up and smiled, patted the dust and dirt on his body, waved his hands and turned his head to walk towards the road. In the tall and straight figure, there seemed to be a kind of firmness scattered from his body...

(End of this chapter)