Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 9 Yang Zhengdong's version of Wei Minzhi

On the way back, Yang Zhengdong walked around the field of Mengxi Village, walked to more than a dozen houses, and squatted on the field to visit home. This was another first time for him.

Hearing that Yang Zhengdong will take over as a teacher, the villagers are naturally very happy. People in this age don't know what level is not. They only know that children need teachers to go to school.

In Mengxi Village, his grandfather was the only teacher. Now that Yang Zhengdong is the teacher, it means that the children have teachers. Naturally, they respect him a lot, and everyone has said a lot of good things.

Thinking about counting the number of people on the roster, there are 46 students, and they have gone to nearly [-] schools. He has never heard of anyone who dropped out of school, and he is a little suspicious of whether the system randomly gave this task.

However, there are still seven or eight households. A few households will be visited at noon today, and a few households will be visited in the evening. There are still two families in the fifth and sixth grades. Pay attention, Yang Zhengdong thought so.

Yang Zhengdong walked home slowly, and he had a general feeling about the general situation of the village.This Mengxi village is hidden in a mountain depression. It is a standard mountain village, not to mention the scenery is not bad.

Surrounded by mountains, a Mengxi River flows out from the mountains, and then passes around the village, forming a small lake in the south of the village. The name of the village should be derived from this Mengxi River.

Speaking of a stream, Yang Zhengdong looks no different from a river, of course it is not as good as the Yellow River or the Yangtze River. The width is only four or five meters, and the deepest part is just waist-high. The feeling of paradise.

Surrounded by the farmland of Mengxi Village, many people are working in the fields. There are slender traffic, chickens and dogs acquainted. There are both yellow-haired children and hard-working adults. Old men resting under the tree smoking dry tobacco, lying on their feet or lying on their backs Or a squatting yellow dog, there is a sense of tranquility and comfort here.

Although it is not the water town in the south of the Yangtze River in the previous life, Wu Nong's soft words are missing, but the northern landscape is as colorful, and there is more rare warmth between people.It must be a comfortable thing to be able to live here.

It was past ten o'clock when I got home, and when I entered the door, I found a black fat man working around, chopping firewood for a fire, setting up pots and cooking stoves, busy running around, but it wasn't Wang Dong or anyone else.

Yang Zhengdong patted his forehead, and was busy chatting with people in the field, forgetting that he had made an appointment with Wang Dong to come over to learn how to make banyan noodles yesterday, now half a day has passed, the fat man probably saw that he hadn't come back, so he started working on his own.

Yang Zhengdong didn't bother, and walked over quietly. Wang Dong was holding a pile of spices and muttering: "How much is the cinnamon? Two taels or one tael? Why hasn't Zhengdong come back?"

It turned out to be re-ingredients. Yang Zhengdong looked at the pot and found that the oil had already been put in. The only thing missing was the meat. Some of the ingredients had already been prepared in the basket. Wang Dong held a handful of cinnamon in his hand and was scratching his head. How much does it go in.

"One tael of cinnamon bark, two taels of star anise, one tael of fragrant leaves..."

"Okay, eh? Zhengdong, you are back!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Wang Dong was about to say that something was wrong, when he turned his head and saw Yang Zhengdong standing behind him, he couldn't help complaining.

"I forgot to burn the paper at the grave today. You have quite a lot of things. Could it be that you got it from Uncle Yucheng?"

Yang Zhengdong picked up the small steelyard on the table, and there was a small plate in the position of the weighing hook, which looked like the kind of weighing medicinal materials on TV.

He looked at the beam of the scale, it was covered with golden dots, but he didn't know this thing, if he knew how to use the electronic scale, he had seen this kind of antique steelyard on TV.

"It really made you guess. I saw you grabbing casually yesterday, and you were still talking about the weight of each material. I don't have the ability, so I can only borrow a nickname."

"Not bad, I observed very carefully. It seems that I didn't just eat yesterday."

Yang Zhengdong joked with a smile, he really didn't expect Wang Dong to observe so carefully, he has the skills of a master-level board noodle king, which is similar to someone who has been making board noodles for decades, and every material is almost the same as soon as he holds it.

But he forgot that not everyone has this ability, but Wang Dong knew it when he took the scale. It seems that the system's judgment of his potential in catering is really not nonsense.

"You just pass it by. I'll tell you next to you. The fire is higher, and the oil is not hot enough, so you can't squeeze out all the flavors of the ingredients... Yes, put your hand ten centimeters above the pot and feel it. The temperature, well, this temperature is almost there!"

"After cutting the ingredients, use a spatula to keep stirring, otherwise it will be uneven, some ingredients will be mushy, and some can't be tasted... Yes, when you fish it, you have to scoop it out, and you are willing to keep these ingredients. It’s okay, at least you can use it when you stew meat yourself, but the taste is not so strong.”

"After washing the chili, you must dry it, otherwise it will instantly make you pockmarked when you put it in the pot. Although your face is like this, you can't go out to be a ghost... Take it out and put it aside to make stewed soup I still need to use it!"

"Let's put the meat on. If you are using leg bones, you must blanch the water in advance, otherwise the taste of this pot of soup will be spoiled... Put the pepper on it, just like covering it with a quilt, this will make the meat more delicious. , it will be cooked faster, don’t stir it, let’s knead the noodles!”

"The noodles should be made of better white noodles. The noodles produced in this way can be crystal clear. If you open a store at that time, you can order noodles directly from the flour factory. The noodles in the factory are all peeled from wheat, which is not as dark as the ones made by small mills in the village... "

"Yes, knead the noodles well and don't use dry noodles as the base, as the surface will be too hard, so use oil to coat, sesame oil is the best, if it doesn't work, you can use this kind of heated vegetable oil..."

"You don't need to be too cautious when pulling noodles. When pulling, use even strength. Pinch the two ends and pull like this. Yes, if it is too long, it will break easily, and if it is too short, it will be difficult to cook. It will be fine after a few days of practice."

Wang Dong operated, and Yang Zhengdong stood aside to guide. After one set of instructions, Wang Dong was completely soaked, and he didn't know if it was really hot or nervous, but he made rapid progress. The second time he pulled the noodles, it was like that. , After a few times, basically there is no big problem.

Naturally, I had Pan Mee for lunch. The taste was a little bit worse than Yang Zhengdong's, and the chili was a bit old, but it was very good considering it was the first time it had reached this level.

Naturally, the two of them couldn't finish eating. Wang Hao also smelled the smell and came over for a meal. After Yang Zhengdong finished eating, he didn't bother them to clean up. Instead, he went to visit several nearby homes and came back after one o'clock. There were still three or four homes left. I plan to go at night, after all, others also need a lunch break.

In the afternoon, I still taught Wang Dong how to make noodles. After all, the system judged that he had the potential to make pasta. Regardless of Wang Dong’s five big and three rough, he really found the right way and made rapid progress. There were not many shortcomings in the evening board. After two days of eating pan noodles, Yang Zhengdong felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

Tell Fatty Wang to practice at home by himself, and then go out to continue home visits.He felt that when the fat man came again tomorrow, he would definitely have to vomit, so it was better to let him stay at home and harm his family.

Yang Zhengdong wandered to Wang Faliang's house. He was one of the three sixth graders. He was fourteen years old this year. According to the village calculation, he was fifteen years old. He was the oldest child in the class.

This Wang Faliang's family has some impressions in his memory, because this child's family is indeed quite difficult. His father is congenitally underdeveloped and his legs are considered disabled, and he can hardly do farm work. Although his mother has healthy limbs, she has some mental problems. The whole family can be regarded as one of the most difficult families in the village.

Yang Zhengdong was standing next to the low stone wall. Wang Faliang's courtyard wall was very low and there was no fence gate, so he could see the whole house from the outside. When he saw a light inside, he went to the door and yelled.

"Master Chengquan! Master Chengquan! Are you at home?"

Wang Faliang's father's name is Wang Chengquan, and he is nearly fifty years old. Because of his disability, he married relatively late, and Wang Faliang was born in his 30s. According to the seniority in the village, Yang Zhengdong has to be called Uncle, which is also called uncle in the city.

"Who...who?"

The one who came out was Wang Faliang's mother, who couldn't speak very clearly because of her intelligence. When she came out, she saw Yang Zhengdong standing at the door. She didn't expect to recognize him, and took him by the hand and led him into the house.

Wang Chengquan was lying on the bed with a pair of wooden crutches beside him. He greeted Yang Zhengdong warmly when he came in, and asked his wife to pour water for Yang Zhengdong.

"Master Chengquan, don't let the aunt be busy. I just came to see Faliang. School will start soon. I will teach them later."

Yang Zhengdong hurriedly stopped Faliang Niang who was about to pour water, and briefly explained his intentions in the future.

"Zhengdong, you're going to be a teacher. It's great! You've accepted your grandfather's class, but if you tell him...he might not be able to go to school."

Wang Chengquan was very happy to congratulate Yang Zhengdong when he heard that Yang Zhengdong became a teacher, but later when it was said that Wang Faliang could no longer go to school, he was also a little depressed.

In fact, Yang Zhengdong had a premonition as soon as he entered the house. Generally, children of this age don't like to go out to play at night. Besides, Wang Faliang's family situation is also special, but he didn't see Wang Faliang when he entered the house. It's on Wang Faliang.

"Master Chengquan, what happened to Faliang? Where is he?"

"You have also seen the situation in my family. It is poor, and it is the limit to support him until he graduates from elementary school. It is not just that his aunt is working in a restaurant. They are short of a vegetable washer. I think it is an opportunity, so I take him there. gone."

When Wang Chengquan said it, his expression was a little sad, but if there is a way, no one wants to let the child drop out of school halfway.

"Master, where does Faliang work? Do you have an address? I think it's better to let him finish his studies. It's time for him to graduate soon. It's a pity that the child suddenly doesn't go to school. Besides, Faliang's grades are good, and he will be admitted to junior high school. , In the future, there will be no knowledge in this world."

Yang Zhengdong persuaded him earnestly, but he also knew what to do. This time, he decided to be Yang Zhengdong's version of Wei Minzhi.

One cannot be missing, one cannot be missing, so I am waiting here!
"Elementary school is full of gritted teeth, how can you afford to go to junior high school!" Wang Chengquan said in pain, covering his head.

For fathers, no one expects their son to become a dragon, but they are willing to use all they can to support their children.

And when the ability is insufficient, fathers generally blame themselves. Wang Chengquan is also a typical Chinese-style father.

"I'll make a confession for Shining Junior High School!"

(End of this chapter)