Seed beans

The elementary school in the mountains doesn’t even have a serious physical education teacher, and the radio gymnastics are just a few random gestures, which are rarely done a few times a year. There are rumors from above to check, so they sparsely get all the students until there are still a few crooked weeds growing In the clearing of the tree, several teachers took turns shouting the beat several times at the top of their voices.

Bian Chunhan found that he remembered a few actions that were completely different from others.

With the ringing of the morning reading class, Bian Chunhan's new junior high school life began.

The first morning reading class is Chinese. The Chinese teacher's surname is Sun. He is a young and energetic male teacher. He always has a smile on his face and speaks Mandarin very well. Bian Chunhan looked at it and felt better.

He showed everyone a passage of text, announced that the task of self-study in the morning was to memorize these two natural passages and read the text well, and then hurriedly went to the second classroom next door with the book in hand.

Several teachers in Lulin Village gave lectures in dialect, and Bian Chunhan opened his mouth a few times amidst the "wow" sound of reading, but he didn't feel embarrassed to make a sound.

Elementary school ends 10 minutes earlier than junior high school, and Bian Changji and his younger brothers ran back to get the rice stuffed.

"Brother, hurry up, we have to cook when we go back!" Bian Wu saw Bian Chunhan and two people, one tall and one short, walking out together with a smile on their shoulders, and shouted deliberately: "Let's run quickly!" Go back, Brother Seven still has homework at noon."

Bian Chunhan was dragged forward by Bian Wu, and had to turn his head to explain to his two new partners.

"Let's run back together! I'm always hungry!" said the taller Zhao Xiangrong.

The family situation of Zhao Xiangrong and Li Tianming was better. At that time, the family planning was strictly enforced. There were only three children in the family, and life was easier. They paid for morning exercises and ate at school.

Said the old man in the queue, took half a bowl of leftover porridge, two steamed buns with a strong sour gas for some reason, and a few pickled radishes.Both of them kept yelling that it was unpalatable, and they couldn't take a bite.

"Go, brother, or it will be too late!" Bian Wu felt more and more uncomfortable, and dragged Bian Chunhan to run quickly, leaving the two of them far away in a while.

"Boy, baby!" Panting Bian Chunhan, "Let's wait for them and run slowly."

Bian Wu didn't answer, and ran forward sullenly.

In the end, Chunhan couldn't get it right when he got home.

"Brother Six, come and take a look, Brother Seven is about to burn out the fire." Bian Bo jumped out of the kitchen and shouted hastily.

Bian Chunhan didn't care about what happened just now, wiped the sweat from his forehead and went into the kitchen.

Under the new stove that was just built, the brothers crowded around the mouth of the stove, blowing air desperately, and thick smoke came out of the stove mouth.

"Let me see." Bian Chunhan drove everyone away, stretched the fire stick in, emptied the bottom, and slapped the cardboard lightly twice, and the flames sprang up.

It's just that the rice in the pot was a bit raw, so Bian Chunhan simply poured a few more bowls of water into it, half covered the pot and boiled it over high heat. Good fatty bacon is fried in oil and water, stir-fried for a few minutes, then add water and stew until cooked. It is a very popular dish in summer.

After a while, the brothers sat in front of the crooked old dining table with three patched legs, chomping down on a dish of rice porridge that had just ripened and not fully bloomed.

"I was laughed at this morning." Bian Bo said to Bian Chunhan with his mouth deflated after eating half a bowl of thick porridge.

Bian Chunhan picked out all the fat from the cowpea, and his brother grew up together, and asked what happened.

It was the teacher who asked the question, and he rushed to raise his hand to answer. The teacher clicked on him. Bian Bo has never spoken Mandarin, and he speaks dialect when he opens his mouth.

When the Bian brothers went to the elementary school in the town, they were tested a few questions. Bian Bo and Bian Xiashi were in the second grade, and Bian Wu was two years older because of the age on the household registration book. They enrolled in the fourth grade together, Bian Feng was in the fifth grade, and Bian Changji was already in the sixth grade, so he had a lot of homework.

At that time, [-] was the year before the government implemented the "nine-year compulsory education"!

Bian Chunhan thought for a while, "Brother Yao, don't be annoyed, we don't know how to speak Mandarin in the first place, or, or from now on, we will practice speaking this when we eat together."

Everyone agrees, but when I look at you and you look at me, no one is embarrassed to speak first.

"Brother, I, I'll recite a poem for you..." Bian Wu swallowed the food in his mouth, sat upright, and recited a song "September [-]th Recalling Shandong Brothers" with an awkward accent. ".

"My child..."

"Brother, you have to practice Mandarin." Bian Wu reminded.

It took Bian Chunhan a while to react, imitating the Chinese teacher's accent, "My child..."

"Sixth Brother, it's not that. Putonghua always says 'I', not 'I' and 'We'." Bian Bo, who was younger, reacted the fastest, and said something in a blunt half-Mandarin and half-dialect.

At the beginning, there were only a few scattered households in Lulin Village, and there was no village at all. I don’t know how long ago a group of refugees came here to settle down. As for why they all took the surname Luo later, I’m not sure, but dialect However, there are several unique words mixed in, and this "I" is the most typical.

The Bian family didn't say it at first, but after living in Lulin Village for a long time, they also used these words.

"Brother, please say it again."

Bian Chunhan tried his best to imitate the Chinese teacher and said: "My brother is really amazing!"

Bian Wu took the lead, and everyone applauded together.

"I, I think it's best for elder brother to say it." Bian Changji also spoke hesitantly.

"No, it's best to talk about 'getting'!"

All beginnings are hard.

Next, everyone opened their mouths, corrected each other's mistakes, and ate lunch lively.

Bian Chunhan cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks neatly, and led a group of younger brothers to school talking and laughing together, completely forgetting about two new friends.

In the evening, Bian Cunzhi finished his day's farm work and brought over a basket of vegetables.

"It's good that you can eat, Liu'er, it's good to have you here, your mother is afraid that you can't eat well. Have you taken a bath yet?"

The family lacked a strong labor force in the frontier, so Liu Fang'e also worked in the fields these days, and it was too much to run back and forth to the town on the mountain road, so she was persuaded by Bian Cunzhi to not follow today.

Everyone rushed to answer "cleaned", and talked to Bian Cunzhi about the school.

Bian Cunzhi hugged the youngest Bian Bo and Bian Xiashi with a smile on his face, and praised Bian Chunhan again when he heard the children said that they practiced Mandarin at noon and evening.

Bian Chunhan is the middle child, and he is honest and obedient, so he naturally gets less attention on weekdays.At this moment, her face turned red with joy.

Bian Cunzhi waited for Bian Yuan to come back as usual, and the two exchanged a few words before leaving.

"Sixth brother, why don't we talk in Mandarin again." Bian Bo asked Bian Wu something that he had some doubts about in class, and said enthusiastically.

Bian Yuan also came over with his rice bowl and listened to his younger brothers talking Mandarin in a strange manner for a while before bluffing his voice to tell them to sleep.

Bian Chunhan would pick up the rubbish in his group every day when he was free; he always counted the homework carefully, and reminded the students who hadn't handed it in from time to time, and there was never a problem due to omissions; I have been reminded several times, and I wrote it only after I refused to listen to the warning. Although the clothes were worn out and even had a few inconspicuous patches, soon no one in my group was dissatisfied.

Because the residential students are far away from home, there are only two classes on Friday afternoon, and the last class is the class meeting.