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

What is the little red flower?

The children didn't understand, but they saw that the wall directly opposite the self-study area had been plastered white with lime. The words "Class 1", "Class 2" and "Class 3" were written in red paint in a row on top. ".

Hearing her say that, Luo Tingyuan walked over with tools and heard Zhu Xiaomin read: "Xia Dashuan." He dipped a thin brush in blue paint and wrote Xia Dashuan's name under the first class, which was the official script of Gong Gongzheng.

After reading books for a month and writing for a month, the children were probably able to distinguish the quality of handwriting. When they saw a beautiful name appearing on the white wall, there was a slight commotion and everyone whispered. .

When I first came here, I knew that Teacher Luo was a capitalist roader. The adults told them to avoid him and they never listened to his lectures. He was silent and invisible, so he never expected to be able to write. Such beautiful words.

Zhu Xiaomin was not surprised that the children were talking and shouted: "Xia Dashuan, come up quickly and receive the prize."

Xia Dashuan was stabbed by a classmate next to him before he came to his senses and hurriedly ran up.

Zhu Xiaomin gave him three rock candies and said with a smile: "This is this month's prize. Let's keep up the good work next month." Watching him go down, he read the second one, "Xu Dayong."

At this time, Xia Dashuan's name had been written. Luo Tingyuan used red chalk to draw a small red flower next to his name, and then wrote Xu Dayong's name.

It turns out that this is a little red flower?

The children started talking again.

There are nine children in class one, six of whom have perfect attendance. After writing six, Zhu Xiaomin started to read the names of class two, and Luo Tingyuan went to the bottom of class two and started writing their names.

Class 1 has the fewest students, Class 2 has the most students, seventeen, but only nine have achieved perfect attendance. Luo Tingyuan wrote six on the first line and three on the second line. He stopped painting the little red flower and went Written for Class 3.

Class 3 is the youngest and the most arrogant. There are fifteen children in total, but only three have perfect attendance. By the time the little red flowers are painted and the candies are distributed, the children who have not received rewards are almost crying, and the older ones are just deflated. Mouth, the children in class three are six and seven years old, the youngest, and some of them are already crying.

There is no sugar, no little red flowers, not even the beautiful names on the wall have their own.

Some are already explaining: "Teacher Zhu, it's not that I don't want to come. My mother asked me to go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables those days."

He also said: "Teacher Zhu, I didn't come when my third aunt got married."

A child in the small room was sobbing: "Teacher Zhu, I just can't get out of bed."

Zhu Xiaomin listened to the children for a while and then said: "I know everyone has their own reasons, but studying itself is a difficult thing, and it cannot be relaxed and happy all the time. This reward is to encourage you to overcome difficulties and come to school on time. Therefore, only students with perfect attendance are available.”

The children who did not receive the reward suddenly looked disappointed and lowered their heads. The younger ones cried even louder.

"But!" Zhu Xiaomin quickly made a change and said with a smile, "Students who didn't get the reward this month don't have to be depressed. We still have next month, and the month after that. Besides, there will be tests in two months. Well, the teacher will also prepare more prizes."

Yes, if you didn’t get it this month, you can still work hard next month.

The older child finally had some energy again and straightened his back.

Zhu Xiaomin added: "So I believe that in the future, all our students will be able to get little red flowers and get prizes, so I can also ask Teacher Luo to write the names of the remaining students on the blackboard, okay?"

Can I write my name even if there is no reward?

The little child also sobbed and opened his eyes wide, looking at the white wall in surprise.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and started from Class 1 again, reading out the names one by one that did not have perfect attendance.

She read one, and Luo Tingyuan wrote another. When she finished, Zhu Xiaomin said again: "Teacher Luo's handwriting is very beautiful. The names are written on the wall. You can follow his writing in the future, and your names will become better and better." The better.”

Yes, I have been writing my name for a month, and it is all crooked, but when Luo Tingyuan wrote it, it is so beautiful.

When the children heard this, they nodded immediately. The children who did not receive the reward also received some comfort and stopped crying. They just looked at the candies in the hands of other children with envy.

Although it is a bit perfunctory to use rock candy as a prize, in the eyes of children who rarely eat candy, it is already a very remarkable thing. After licking it, they are reluctant to eat it and want to show off to their parents when they take it home.

When parents see that there are real rewards, they are more enthusiastic about letting their children come to class.

With the blessing of a large number of wild vegetables, the meals for educated youth have become richer. In addition to kneading staple foods into various cakes or stuffings for steamed buns, Zhu Xiaomin can also stir-fry or stew them to make different dishes.

In terms of taste, naturally it cannot be compared with vegetables grown in the field, but after a winter without green vegetables, these wild vegetables are enough to soothe everyone's stomach.

The most important thing is that you can eat freely.

Miao Shiwen calculated the food used in this month, and then compared it with the previous consumption. His eyes became even more relaxed. He glanced at Luo Ye who was guarding a stove and stared at the Yang Maoer bean cakes baked on the stove. He touched it. Zhu Xiaomin asked: "Do you feel that Luo Ye seems to have grown taller?"

The biggest difference between Yang Maoer potato cakes and potato cakes is that they are mainly Yang Maoer. The function of mashed potatoes and oatmeal noodles is to knead the Yang Maoer together, shape it into a cake, and then cook it in a pot.

After the Yang Mao'er is roasted, the unique strong aroma comes out, overwhelming the fragrance of potatoes, but when you bite it in your mouth, it has the softness of potatoes and is very delicious.

Since a large amount of Yang Mao'er was collected, and Yang Mao'er was not easy to store, there was no limit to the amount of food. Everyone ate freely. Luo Ye looked at the skinny little child, who could eat four or five in one go. Even if you don't give it, you can still eat it.

Zhu Xiaomin was kneading mashed potatoes and Yang Mao'er together. When she heard what she said, she looked back and saw Luo Ye squatting there, still thin and thin, with his trousers only reaching his calves. He thought about it and nodded: "It seems so."

Miao Shiwen washed her hands and helped her, then sighed: "This is all we eat, but this child is already different after just a few days of full meals."

It turns out that he has a small body but a big head, and he is afraid that if the wind gets stronger, it will blow him somersault.

Zhu Xiaomin glanced at her, pursed her lips and snickered, but said nothing.

Miao Shiwen bumped into her: "Why are you laughing?"

Zhu Xiaomin laughed in a low voice: "Every time you make egg soup, you don't beat it evenly, and you give him the lump of egg. Do you think I don't know?"

Miao Shiwen glanced at her and curled her lips: "The last time I killed a rabbit, who secretly buried two pieces of rabbit meat at the bottom of his bowl?"