Reborn wealth distribution system

Chapter 8
Time flies, and it is the weekend in a blink of an eye.

It was time for Ye An to be a tutor.

The reason why I worked as a tutor in my previous life was nothing more than to earn more money and share some pressure for my family.Now that there is a wealth distribution system in this life, Ye An originally planned to resign, but after thinking about it, it was a bit irresponsible for that student to quit halfway like this.

After thinking about it, Ye An finally decided to finish this semester.

According to the memory of the previous life, Ye An soon arrived at the home of student Wang Lu.

Wang Lu is a third-grade student in elementary school. Ye An is also in charge of very simple classes, with only two subjects: Chinese and mathematics.

"Ms. Ye, you're here." Wang Lu opened the door and greeted warmly.

Ye An lovingly touched her little head, and said, "Yes, why are you here to open the door today, aren't Mom and Dad at home?"

"Mom has gone to work, but Dad is still sleeping." Wang Lu said with a pair of big eyes, watery.

"Dad must be too tired from work, so we won't bother him." Ye An said with a smile, took Wang Lu's little hand and walked towards the study.

"Ms. Ye, I want to tell you something, I hope you don't tell your parents." Sitting at the desk, Wang Lu said mysteriously while holding a homework book.

Seeing her clever appearance, Ye An couldn't help but smiled, and said: "Okay, the teacher promised you not to tell Mom and Dad, tell me, what is it?"

Wang Lu pursed her lips, and said a little embarrassedly: "That's right, I got 0 points for my composition last time. The Chinese teacher asked me to take it home for my parents to sign. I never dared to tell them. I."

"Isn't your composition always well written? Why do you get 0 points? Take it here and let the teacher have a look."

Reaching out to take Wang Lu's composition, Ye An turned to the last composition.

"Me in 20 Years"

Today is a beautiful day, my husband and I are traveling the world with a lovely girl.Suddenly, a homeless old lady with a stinking body and a dirty face rushed out of the roadside.God!She turned out to be my Chinese teacher 20 years ago!

Ye An laughed immediately after reading it. No wonder he got 0 points. There is no Chinese teacher who dares to hate him so emotionally.

Ye An really wanted to say, 'Your teacher is kind enough not to ask your parents to go to school', but after thinking about it, what can an eight-year-old child know about those face-saving things in the adult world, and a third-grade elementary school student It's really hard to understand.

"Ms. Ye, is there something wrong with my composition? Why do I see you laughing all the time?" Wang Lu said innocently.

Ye An immediately covered his mouth, put away the smile on his face, and said: "The teacher is not laughing at you, the teacher thinks your composition is very good, the teacher is smiling happily."

"Really? Then why did my Chinese teacher give me 0 points?"

Seeing the innocent and wronged expression on the other party's face, Ye An organized his words and said, "How can you write that the old lady is your Chinese teacher?"

"Because the Chinese teacher always asks us to recite the text, if we can't recite it, we will be punished to stand, so the students think she is very bad." Wang Lu said truthfully.

"However, suppose that if other classmates say that you will be this stinking old lady with a filthy face in 20 years, will you be happy?"

Wang Lu shook her head and said, "I'm not happy."

Ye An smiled and said: "That's right, if you write about your Chinese teacher like this, then your Chinese teacher will definitely be as upset as you when he sees this sentence."

Seeing Wang Lu thinking, Ye An continued: "If the Chinese teacher is unhappy, then naturally he won't give you high marks, don't you think so?"

Wang Lu thought about it for a while, opened her big watery eyes and said, "Then how should I write to get a high score?"

Ye An smiled mysteriously, and said: "You should write like this. Suddenly, an amiable old woman exuding fragrance and jewelry all over her body rushed out of the roadside. My God, she turned out to be my Chinese teacher 20 years ago!"

"Is this enough to get a high score?" Wang Lu asked innocently.

Ye An nodded and said, "Trust me, your Chinese teacher will definitely give you a score of 95 or more when he sees such a composition."

After finishing speaking, Ye An couldn't help but smacked his lips. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to teach children to flatter?
No, this shouldn't be called flattery, this should be called praise.

It's a good excuse to teach young children to praise others.

Thinking of this, Ye An suddenly felt at ease, and then asked again: "Are there any other questions?"

Wang Lu tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "There is another problem, that is, a male classmate in the class said that he was a top talent yesterday, and then I went home and told my father that I was also a top talent, but my father beat me up." I want to know why Dad hit me?"

Ye An was sweating madly in his heart, why does the idiom 'Shanggen Daqi' sound so dirty...

Could it be that elementary school students are so open-minded now?

Looking at Wang Lu's anxious little eyes, Ye An felt a little panicked. Regarding sex education, is it a bit inappropriate for me...

After all, their parents didn't say anything, so if they make their own opinions, will they be mistaken for teaching bad children...

In order to avoid embarrassment, Ye An decided to look up the meaning of this word on the Internet first. As a teacher, how could he take the meaning out of context by relying on the literal meaning.

If the meaning of Shanggen Daqi is not as dirty as it seems, then I have misunderstood my disciples.

Soon, Ye An found out.

The great weapon of the upper root: from the "Convenient Text on Recitation of Buddha" written by Jiang Gongwang in the Song Dynasty, "the so-called being a Buddha with one's own mind is a Buddha with one's own mind, and one sees a Buddha with one's own mind. The great device with the upper root can surpass it with one thought." It refers to those who are talented, A person of extremely high talent.

Seeing this, Ye An finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the meaning of this idiom is not as dirty as it sounds.

Ye An coughed, put on a teacher's face, and said seriously: "Shanggen Dawei refers to those who are gifted and talented, so you didn't use it wrong."

Wang Lu pouted and asked, "Then can I say that Teacher Ye is also a master?"

Ye An was slightly taken aback, why did this sound so awkward?
Ye An blushed slightly, and said: "It is reasonable to say so, but since this idiom belongs to the Buddhist language, we basically don't use this word on weekdays, but use its synonyms, such as extraordinary talent, Talented and whatnot."

"Well, I see, thank you Teacher Ye." Wang Lu said very obediently.

"If there is no problem, you can do your homework first, and I will take a look at your math test paper last week."

……

Since Ye An's tutoring is from 9 am to 4 pm, for convenience, Wang Lu's mother would invite Ye An to stay for lunch at noon.

At the dinner table, Wang Lu rolled her eyes, looked at her mother, and said, "Mom, I want to go out to play this afternoon."

"No, you can't go anywhere, study hard at home." Wang Lu's mother directly vetoed it.

"But you promised me last week that you would take me out to play this week." Wang Lu looked at her mother eagerly and said.

"Wait until next week, mom is really busy this week."

Looking at her mother who was buried in her meal, Wang Lu pursed her mouth and her eyes turned red.

"Why don't you take your daughter out for a stroll in the afternoon." Wang Lu's mother said to Wang Lu's father who was opposite.

"I still have a few client calls to make in the afternoon, and I don't have time." Wang Lu's father refused while flipping through his phone.

Watching the conversation between the three members of this family, Ye An couldn't help but feel a little speechless, and felt for a long time. Isn't this a portrayal of the lives of most families today?

Parents are so busy with work and career that they don't even have time to spend with their children.I face the computer at work and the mobile phone after work, but never think about the education and growth of the child, thinking that as long as the child can go to a prestigious school, just hire a few tutors and the job will be over.

However, they ignore the child's feelings.

They have no idea what their children need most.

Ye An still remembers that he once read a composition written by Wang Lu.

"My Ideal"

My ideal is to be a mobile phone so that I can accompany my mother every day. My mother is so busy that she only has her mobile phone in my eyes, so I want to be a mobile phone so that I can always be with my mother.

I want to be a mobile phone, so that my mother will always carry me, hold me in the palm of my hand every day, and even look at me when I sleep, so I want to be a mobile phone, so that I can sleep with my parents every day.

Ye An still remembers how he felt when he read this essay, recalling the loneliness and loneliness of his childhood, Ye An can fully understand Wang Lu's daily mood.

However, this is someone else's family business after all. As an outsider, Ye An naturally knew that it was not suitable for him to intervene at this time, but seeing Wang Lu's little face dripping with tears, he really couldn't bear it.

"Well, why don't I take Wang Lu out for a walk this afternoon?" Ye An said tentatively.

(End of this chapter)