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

Zhu Xiaomin waved his hand: "I'm just mobilizing according to the situation." He told Chen Xudong and others, "Remember to explain the progress of today's course to tomorrow, don't repeat it."

Don't worry if it leaks, you'll have to make up for it later.

Chen Xudong and others agreed.

Zhu Xiaomin then said to Luo Tingyuan: "Teacher Luo, take advantage of the moment to teach us about our course. This level is different. How should we teach it? We will start after dinner later."

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Luo Tingyuan eagerly.

Song Zhian poured the water diligently and asked: "Teacher Luo, if there is anything you want to get, I'll get it."

Luo Tingyuan was silent for a moment and shook his head: "No, I just want to know that although Lu Zhiqing and the two experts have tried it before, I still want to know more about it. We will talk about it later."

He was still very cautious, thinking carefully all night, but never put a word on the paper. When he encountered a question that everyone didn't understand, he would just write on the blackboard to teach, and then erase it himself.

Zhu Xiaomin knew that his father and son had been walking on thin ice in recent years, so he communicated with the educated youths in advance. No one asked, and they only focused on the courses they did not know.

Most of the classes for the educated youth were concentrated in the few hours after dinner. A few days later, Luo Tingyuan also found out everyone's depth and began to give guidance in groups.

In elementary schools, course times are set from the second day of school.

After checking in at 8 o'clock in the morning, the first class will be held, and then there will be half an hour of activity time. The educated youth will take the children to run several laps around the educated youth spot to release the excess energy of the children.

Next, there is the second and third period, with ten minutes of free time in between, but it is stipulated that students cannot leave the school too far.

Of course, no one is allowed to go in and cause trouble in the educated youth spots.

The afternoon classes are relatively relaxed and random. They will lead the children to draw, sing, or tell stories. Afterwards, they will do activities for half an hour. When they come back, it will be practice time to practice the new words or arithmetic learned in the morning.

Educated youths, regardless of their level of education, read a lot of books. Even if they don't memorize too many stories, they can just make them up to entertain children. Zhu Xiaomin is one of the best. This is the children's favorite course.

In the blink of an eye, a week later, in the primary school, the children have been separated from the addition and subtraction of writing and arithmetic. The older children have better comprehension and learn faster, while the younger children are a little behind.

But there are exceptions. There are children who are seven or eight years old who can compare with children who are about ten years old, and there are also children who are more than ten years old who are not as good as those who are six or seven years old.

As a result, these special children readjusted their seat positions, and the thirty or so children were divided into three classes, called "Class One", "Class Two", and "Class Three", and attended classes separately.

When one class is in class, the other two classes go to the self-study area and practice writing or doing math on their own using a small blackboard, and are tutored by educated youths who do not give lectures.

The educated youth also estimated what they were more suitable to teach, and the curriculum was adjusted.

A night of spring rain washes out the greenness of the mountain.

On this day, Song Zhian, Gu Liansheng, Chen Danqing, and Tian Limin were in charge of teaching.

Before going to work, Zhu Xiaomin winked at Song Zhian and said, "I will come back and have class this afternoon."

"What?" Song Zhian asked.

Zhu Xiaomin pursed her lips and smiled: "Didn't you say that these naughty children can't just study for free? We have to use them."

how to use?

Song Zhian didn't understand.

Zhu Xiaomin lied: "I can finish the work at my brigade headquarters in the morning and wait until I come back." After that, he followed the big brigade to work.

Monk Song Zhian was confused, so he could only do as she said. When the children came to report in the afternoon, he asked everyone about their learning experience in the past few days.

Just after 2:30, Zhu Xiaomin had returned and waved to Song Zhian: "Call the children in Class 1 to come out and we will take them up the mountain."

Going up the mountain?

What?

In front of the children, Song Zhian did not ask questions, so he asked three other people to teach the children in Class 2 and Class 3, and he directly called out the nine children in Class 1.

Zhu Xiaomin threw a basket on Song Zhian's back and said to the children: "Today the teacher will take you to collect wind." Then he called inside, "Luo Ye, you come too."

Why is he still there?

Luo Ye was stunned and didn't know what she was going to do. He turned to look at Luo Tingyuan and saw him nodding. He thought that there were three other educated youths around and no one would bully him, so he followed him out and was also stuffed with a small backpack.

Two educated youths and ten children left the educated youth spot and walked up the hillside.

These children were used to being wild. They had been held in classes by their parents for a week, and they were already suffocated. When they were released, they all ran away happily.

Zhu Xiaomin shouted: "You run away, but you can't get lost, otherwise I will erase your names today."

If the name is erased, it means there is no class today.

Several children who had run away quickly came back. Xiao Shuanzi asked, "Teacher Zhu, what are we going to do?"

Zhu Xiaomin said with a smile: "Collecting style means going to nature to collect materials and add them to creation. Now we are only in the learning stage, and we can't talk about creation yet. All we need to do is experience it. Now I will teach you to recite poems. Listen carefully. I will recite one sentence and you will follow. One sentence."

"Okay!" The children agreed sparsely, since they really didn't know what poetry was.

Zhu Xiaomin didn't say much. She opened her hands and made a gesture of embracing the world and said, "It's spring now. I'll teach you to recite the first song, which is "Spring Dawn". You can read it with me."

Spring dawn?

what?

The children all turned to look at her.

Zhu Xiaomin chanted: ""Spring Dawn", written by Meng Haoran. How much do you know when you sleep in spring without realizing the dawn? You hear birds singing everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and the falling flowers?"

Read a sentence to yourself, ask the children to follow it, and then explain it again, saying, "Look, there were many flowers blooming on the mountain a few days ago. It rained yesterday, and today there are many less. Isn't that what is in this poem?" Do you know the last two sentences, 'With the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen'?"

Is this vivid teaching?

Song Zhian nodded: "Well, if you listen to the birdsong in the mountains, you can hear them singing everywhere."

A child named Tiezhu asked: "What about the first sentence?"

Song Zhian smiled and pushed his head: "I mean, you sleep in spring, and before you know it, it's dawn. Tell me, were you almost late today?"

Tie Zhu rubbed his head: "How come you can write poetry even if you don't get out of bed?"

correct!

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Poetry originally comes from life. Everything in our lives can be included in poetry. You should study hard. We will take our time and teach you everything."

"Okay!" Several children nodded.

Reading poems loudly with the teacher like this now is more interesting than sitting there and listening to lectures.

In this way, Zhu Xiaomin repeated "Spring Dawn" again and again and led the children through the forest. When they arrived at a wasteland, they stopped and pointed and said: "The wild vegetables grow well here. Let's pick the wild vegetables together and carry them with me." Poetry, use snacks, I want to take the test." As he said that, he took out a dozen small shovels from the basket he took and gave one to each person.

At this time, the wild vegetables have just grown four or five leaves and are at their most tender. It would be a pity not to dig them.