The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Seeing that there were no more problems, Zhu Xiaomin said to Gu Mancang: "This matter cannot be handled without the support of the secretary. What can the secretary say?"

This girl is trying to sell him out, but she doesn't know what she wants to do next.

Gu Mancang felt that he could fall into the hole dug by Zhu Zhiqing accidentally.

But in front of so many people, I couldn't say no, so I got up and said a few words, but I couldn't think of anything more substantial, which was to encourage the children to come to class more and learn knowledge.

After Gu Mancang finished speaking, Zhu Xiaomin stopped talking and introduced several of his companions directly, and said: "We have thirty-five educated youths here, and everyone will use their own time to teach the children, and they will all know each other later. "

These educated youths were all familiar to everyone in the first brigade, and Xie Chengzhi had been at the brigade headquarters for many years, and many people in the second and third brigade also knew them, and they all applauded happily.

Finally, talking about Luo Tingyuan, Zhu Xiaomin said: "Teacher Luo's education level is higher than ours. We specially transferred him here to run this school. In the future, if we are not around, we can call on Teacher Luo."

Luo Tingyuan was well-educated, and everyone in the third brigade knew about him, but they also knew his identity. No one said anything for a while, they just thought that apart from going to school, their children had better have nothing to do and stay away from the capitalist roaders.

Huang Xiaojuan didn't care. She really wanted to run this school, so she had to support Zhu Xiaomin. She immediately said, "Okay, Teacher Luo. From now on, if my children are naughty, Teacher Luo will just discipline them. You're welcome."

Yes, the child is naughty, but it has nothing to do with class.

Some of the children in the family who were too naughty also nodded immediately.

As long as someone can control it, the capitalist roaders should have nothing to do with it, right?

Luo Tingyuan obviously didn't expect anyone to answer Zhu Xiaomin's words. He was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly and said: "The child is naughty, we will teach him slowly, don't worry."

Hearing his warm and cheerful voice, the parents' first thought was: This capitalist roader has a pretty good temper, and he probably won't beat his children.

Bear parents always think: I know my child is a bear, but I can only beat my child, and I will never be beaten by others.

A simple opening ceremony was completed like this. Zhu Xiaomin said to the parents: "Next, the children will go to class. Parents can go home. If you want to stay and listen, you can, but you must keep quiet."

Most of the people who came to see their children off today were from families where they could not get work points or received few work points. Most of them had never been to school in their lives. They were curious about going to school. I heard that they could stay and listen. I had to stand up. Most of them sat back, but a few of them, who had no one to cook at home, gave their naughty children a few words and left reluctantly.

Zhu Xiaomin called Luo Ye again: "Give everyone the blackboard and chalk."

Luo Ye was sitting there feeling bored. When he heard something was going on, he immediately stood up, picked up the small blackboard, and gave each of the children a piece of chalk and a piece of chalk.

It is said to be chalk, but in fact most of them only have one chalk head.

At this moment, from the mouths of the children in the third brigade, everyone already knew that Luo Tingyuan was a capitalist roader and Luo Ye was a junior capitalist roader. Just now, he did not sit with everyone, but sat far away. Study area.

Now that I heard that he was asked to distribute blackboards to everyone, I immediately started talking quietly, wondering why such an honorable task was given to the petty capitalist roaders.

But Zhu Xiaomin had said before that Luo Ye was here to help, and no one asked, they just cast some hostile looks at him.

Having been bullied by children since he was a child, Luo Ye was used to such looks. He handed out small blackboards one by one and gave each person a piece of chalk.

Zhu Xiaomin said: "The small blackboard is used for everyone to practice writing. Only those who can write the words on the small blackboard can practice writing on paper."

This saves a lot of paper.

Children feel that this is an inevitable process, but educated youths know that they are saving costs.

After Luo Ye handed out the blackboard and chalk, he sat back in his seat and looked at the small blackboard in the child's hand, feeling a little jealous.

Although he is no longer at the elementary school level in terms of literacy, memorizing texts, or doing calculations and solving problems, all the words he has written are written on the dirt with wooden sticks. Not to mention paper and pen, he also has a small blackboard. Never used it.

Others didn't pay attention, but Zhu Xiaomin saw it, but knowing that he didn't want people to know that he was studying quietly, he let him drool by himself, turned around and explained to the parents who stayed behind: "These blackboards , are public supplies in the school. They will be handed out during class and taken back after school. If you feel the need, you can also prepare one at home for your children to practice."

Just find a piece of plywood and paint it black with ink.

A few parents thought about it, it was not difficult to do, so they nodded, most of them disagreed.

Just learn it here, what else is there to practice?

Zhu Xiaomin didn't care about the parents' reactions. Since it was the first class, Chen Xudong, a high school student, gave the lecture, and the others sat nearby and listened.

Although the educated youth have at least a junior high school education, most of them don't know how to start teaching children.

Before this, Chen Xudong tried to ask Luo Tingyuan, should he teach his children to recognize strokes from the beginning? Or write a name?

Luo Tingyuan shook his head: "To make children interested, we must start with things they are familiar with or things they like."

An hour ago, Chen Xudong didn't know what the children were familiar with or liked, but after listening to the interaction between the children and Zhu Xiaomin, he suddenly understood. He went up and hung the blackboard supported by the brigade in the middle, and then faced All the children smiled and said: "Literacy is a long process, but I want to ask first, do you know the use of literacy?"

What is literacy?

Which child can answer that?

Chen Xudong said: "The most basic thing about literacy is to be able to write what you want to say into words, or to understand the words written by others, right?"

Seems to be!

Not only the children, but also the parents next to him looked at him in confusion and nodded.

Yes, once you know how to read and write, what else can you do?

Chen Xudong continued: "Teacher Zhu mentioned rewards just now. Some of you want candies, some want slingshots, and some want rifles. Do you know how to write these words?"

Of course no one will.

Chen Xudong took the chalk, wrote these words on the blackboard, pointed and read them again, and said: "Everyone knows how to write these words. If Teacher Zhu asks for opinions in the future, he may not ask everyone to say them out, but Write it down, and you can write what you want on paper and give it to Teacher Zhu, right?"