Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

The bags of snacks sent to Leng Yanqiu's desk were piled up into a small mountain. She couldn't eat them all. It was impossible for her to finish them all.

They all looked at Leng Yanqiu's food bag as if they were wolves looking at their prey, unable to tell them apart, simply unable to do so.

Then - shouldn't the homework of each subject be handed over to the teachers of each subject to grade and judge the quality? Leng Yanqiu had forgotten what she promised yesterday, asking for prizes? Then she would have morning reading first, and after class she would hand over the prizes to the teachers for evaluation and distribution, which would be easier to operate.

When Teacher Yang, who teaches English in the morning reading class, entered the classroom, she was confused. Why? There was a pile of neatly arranged homework books on the desk, and the students all greeted her with smiles. When she approached, some of them couldn't help but stretch their necks and cover their mouths with excitement and said in a low voice: "Teacher, I handed in my homework. It's well written. Please give me an A!"

"Give it to me--Yuu!"

"Give me!"

What's wrong with this world? Teacher Yang felt dizzy. Is she so popular among students? She used to be considered a big deal if she handed in 10-digit homework every day. Today, it seems that all of them have been handed in. The relationship between teacher and students is still so harmonious and friendly.

When he reached Leng Yanqiu's position, Teacher Yang's heart was hit accurately again.

The student who had just been recognized by the teachers as a promising candidate for study now had snacks and fruits all over his desk. He twisted his body and pressed the textbook against the wall with both hands while reading the text.

"You're--having a tea party?"

Didn’t I hear from class teacher Sun that there would be activities? Teacher’s Day — and Mid-Autumn Festival passed together.

Leng Yanqiu was also helpless. She now had fields and land where she could eat food nourished by spiritual energy. She really didn't want junk food. What's more, it took up space, forcing her to use the wall as a desk.

"Teacher Yang, please listen to me——"

Teacher Yang: I feel like you are showing off.

Anyway, all they had to do was clear out the bags of snacks and fruits on the desk, and Leng Yanqiu would have a complete desk. Teacher Yang temporarily took on the duties of the class teacher, and was to convey the spirit to the teachers of each subject and distribute prizes.

Today is truly an extraordinary day. Piles of homework books are sent to the office. Every class begins by praising excellent homework and distributing food prizes. There are always bursts of cheers in the classroom of Class 3 of Grade 9.

During the ten-minute and half-hour break between classes, you could hear the sound of "crunching, crunching" enjoying food. Many students also got to eat the snacks they brought with them, and they just felt that they tasted even better.

Of course, the most delicious ones are the snow pear and dates from Leng Yanqiu. The red dates that have just cracked are crispy and sweet, and if they are not crispy, they will not crack.

Snow pears taste sweeter when shared. The teachers helped cut them into eight small pieces in the office. As a result, the air in the whole office was sweet. Teacher Fu explained to everyone hesitantly: "I went to the supermarket last night and bought expensive snow pears. In the end, they were not as sweet as the ones grown on Leng Yanqiu's tree. Really."

"Have you tried it?" The great contributor, Teacher Yang, quickly captured the key information.

Teachers are so disciplined. Even though Leng Yanqiu said that she would give food to the teacher, who would feel embarrassed? As long as the learning atmosphere and enthusiasm for doing homework can continue like today, they can buy food out of their own pockets to reward students.

However, since the pear is so sweet, why don’t the teachers share one and taste it for themselves?

"It's so sweet! So sweet! Just for this bite, I'll exchange my shachima for the prize."

"And me! I have breakfast pancakes. Take two packs and trade them for a pear."

You never know how many kinds of food are hidden in the teacher's drawer.

Only the male teachers were dumbfounded. They had no habit of storing food in the office and could only sigh.

Therefore, the cheers in the last two classes were mixed with confusion. The students did not understand why the prizes were more diverse and in greater quantity, but the snow pear and cracked jujube were missing. ┓(′?`)┏

However, I am still very happy that I don’t get scolded or given cold stares in every class, and I always face a teacher who smiles and praises me.

It seems that the teachers are all quite pretty, handsome and amiable. I used to think they looked hideous, but that must have been dazzling.

I didn't know if I was dazzled or not. At noon, I squeezed into the back of a tricycle and came. Shirley clenched her hands into small fists and hit her legs, sighing: "Oh my god, this is the first time I have heard so much praise since I was a child. My legs can't even walk anymore."

I'm just floating around, like no one else.

"You've only been called out your name twice, it's not that serious." Xinxin looked down on the world. She had a good foundation, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, and she received praise for not missing any class. More than two teachers had her take out her homework books to show in public.

Lai Shirley refused to accept the rebuttal: "Why not? You are all used to being praised, numb, and it's boring! Unlike me -"

This girl is a problem girl. She once followed the trend and bullied Leng Yanqiu. Fortunately, she was timid and didn't cause any big trouble. Now she wants to turn over a new leaf and hangs around Xinxin every day to hang out with Sister Qiu.

She and Xinxin both live in the town. She didn't know how to do her homework last night, so she went to Xinxin's house and asked questions and copied the answers, and got two praises. These were the first two praises she received in her life.

Lai Shirley's eyes lit up green as she suggested, "Sister Qiu, why don't you also do a live broadcast at noon today? I won't take a nap."

Of course, her suggestion was rejected, and Xinxin was the first to jump out and expose the truth: "You asked me those questions eight times yesterday. I couldn't sleep well all night. Don't even think about disturbing my nap again!"

Xinxin was more concerned about: "Sister Qiu, Teacher Fu and Teacher Sun said they want to buy a few kilograms of pears from you and they won't let you not pay. Are you really selling them to me?"

"Sell it. I'll bring it over this afternoon. They can give me whatever price they want."

Leng Yanqiu didn't expect that her words would trigger a new climax.

"Then I want to buy it too! Sister Qiu, I haven't even tasted the snow pear reward today. I'm dying to eat it!"

"Sister Qiu, don't say you gave it to us for free. We want a lot. I want to take it home for my parents to try.

"And the dates. I want yours, too. They're delicious!"

Xinxin performed his secretary duties again: "Sign up with me and report your weight! Hey, let's go home!"

The back bed of the tricycle was finally free, and Leng Yanqiu decided to buy another weighing device for his family. However, he couldn't find one after searching the whole town.

Then buy it online.

Ignoring the WeChat notifications on her phone, Leng Yanqiu chose a commercial electronic scale that cost less than 100 yuan. It has voice data reporting capabilities and can be used by the elderly couple at home.

When I opened the WeChat page again, I was flooded with messages from Brother Wang. If the silent mode hadn't been set, it would have skyrocketed the combat value of all the teachers.

"Sister Xiaoqiu, why are our pears so delicious? We still have a lot at home, right? Please don't cause trouble, sell them to me, sell them all to me!"