Teacher Xiao Zhong's adventures in the countryside

After school, Zhong Yiqiu asked the principal to apologize solemnly, because today's quarrel was caused by his lack of consideration in work.

Principal Zheng didn't blame him, but patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, but he also ordered that the activity should be suspended first.

Zhong Yiqiu was at war in his heart, thinking of the children's eyes expecting surprises, and because of the pain in his shoulders, he clearly remembered Zhang Guoyan's ferocious anger, and the dissatisfied discussions among other teachers, so he nodded.

When I returned to the small courtyard, it was already dark, but the lights in the courtyard were dark, and there was no one there.

Recently, they have been rushing to plant wheat while the weather is good. Uncle Yi and Xiao Mingye probably haven't finished work yet, and Wang Wenjun has always been elusive.

In the autumn night, the cool air in the air penetrated through the clothes to soothe the body, but it made Zhong Yiqiu feel even more disappointed.

He felt depressed and didn't know what to do for a while. When he went back to the room to pull the light cord, he found that the power was cut off. The darkness weighed on him like an invisible heavy burden, making him breathless.

Zhong Yiqiu plans to cook first, but Uncle Yi and Xiao Mingye both like to eat noodles at night, he doesn't know how to roll them, so he can only prepare the dishes first.

I picked a basket of green peppers and radish sprouts in the vegetable garden, went to the well to wash the vegetables, and returned to the yard to see Wang Wenjun sitting on a small bench at the door of the kitchen.

He changed his hairstyle again last week, curled his curly hair so tall and elegant, and combed it to a standard four or six points. Because the hair in front was too long to block his eyes, he had to shake his hair every half a minute on average.

Zhong Yiqiu wanted to ask him countless times if his neck hurts.

"Mr. Xiao Zhong can do it! You are still in the mood to cook!" Wang Wenjun said wearing a denim suit, hugging his thin body with his hands and bowing his waist.

Zhong Yiqiu knew that he was mocking her. Wang Wenjun was not in the office in the afternoon, so she didn't expect it to spread so quickly.

Zhong Yiqiu ignored him, turned and went into the kitchen, he was already used to Wang Wenjun's hostility towards him, although the hostility was inexplicable.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wenjun followed in, wrapped up his clothes, "I advise you, just teach your class well, this place, no matter what you want to do, these people want to kill you."

Zhong Yiqiu was even more surprised when he said it seriously, "Why are you messing with me?"

Wang Wenjun sneered, "Your class is good, the students say you are good, how can others not hate you? Everyone can be bad together, but you can't be good by yourself, the people here are very bad!"

Zhong Yiqiu thought about the meaning, frowned and asked, "As for hating? I don't teach well, but the method is different. Their lectures are very good, and the students will like it."

Wang Wenjun looked like a fool, "It's up to you! If you don't repent, you'll know when you suffer!"

After speaking, he left angrily.

He went to the supply and marketing agency to buy some candles, lit them in the kitchen, and started cutting vegetables.

Unexpectedly, the green pepper was so hot that he kept sneezing, and accidentally rubbed his eyes again, which was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes.

When Xiao Mingye came back, he saw him squatting in the kitchen with a bowl of water in his hand, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhong Yiqiu wanted to wash his eyes, but he didn't dare to touch them with his hands. He was looking up and wanted to pour water directly on his face.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mingye asked.

Hearing his voice, Zhong Yiqiu was glad that someone finally came back, so she wouldn't pour water all by herself.

He raised his head to look at Xiao Mingye, in the light of bean candles, his eyes shone with water, the corners of his eyes and nose were red from being rubbed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly drooped because of the pain, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

"You're back..." Zhong Yi Qiusha said in a low voice.

Hearing it in his ears, Xiao Mingye's whole body trembled from top to bottom.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mingye approached and asked again in a low voice.

"The chili has gotten into my eyes, please wash it for me, I still have some in my hand, I'm afraid it will get in," Zhong Yiqiu handed him the bowl.

Xiao Mingye lowered his head to look at his face, bowed his waist while holding his hand, took the water with his palm, and gently approached his eyes.

His palms were rough and covered with old and hard calluses, when they touched the soft skin of the eye sockets, Zhong Yiqiu felt itchy and painful.

It still hurt a little after washing, so Xiao Mingye moved the bench in for him to sit on, and cut the vegetables by himself, and rolled out the noodles on the chopping board.

Zhong Yiqiu sat quietly, Xiao Mingye felt that it was too abnormal, he would have to ask questions and talk nonsense.

"What's wrong with you? This is the third time Xiao Mingye asked these three words.

Zhong Yiqiu knew that he was not asking about the eyes anymore, and said dejectedly, "I got into trouble today..."

Xiao Mingye just lit the fire, came out to add more firewood and squatted in front of him and said, "What's the matter?"

The person with long legs approached and squatted down, and his knee touched the sitting Zhong Yiqiu's calf.

Zhong Yiqiu reminded him that the pot was going to be hot, so she stood up and watched him cook while briefly talking about what happened today.

"Is Zhang Guoyan the only one who got angry? Xiao Mingye focused on swinging the shovel.

"Yes, but the other teachers also had opinions, but they didn't lose their temper that much," Zhong Yiqiu replied.

Xiao Mingye picked up the dishes and turned to ask him, "Did he scold you?"

"Forget it, I just don't know why I'm so angry," Zhong Yiqiu sighed, and then said disappointedly, "The principal told me to stop this activity, I don't know how to explain it to the students, maybe I didn't fit to be a teacher."

Xiao Mingye washed the pot, put down the things in his hand and said to him, "You are right about this matter, they are making trouble because you are doing well, the students like you, they are just jealous."

Seeing that he was still at a loss, Xiao Mingye thought about it and said, "Do you know why Zhang Guoyan got so angry?"

Zhong Yiqiu looked up at him.

Zhang Guoyan is only 38 years old this year, but he already has four daughters. In order to have a son, he fought wits with the family planning office for many years. His house was taken away and his livestock was taken away.

The two daughters are still black households, unable to go to the village primary school, and asked relatives to take them to other places.There is no place to live in the family, his old mother lives in his eldest sister's house, and every extra half bowl of rice depends on the son-in-law's face.

Moreover, his wife hadn't shown up in the village for half a year, and it was tacitly understood by everyone that she must have gone out to have a baby.

Therefore, for Zhang Guoyan, spending an extra penny is equivalent to poking his heart with a knife, and spending a few dollars to buy things for students like Zhong Yiqiu is like killing him.

"He is a person who is pushed by life, but it has nothing to do with him that you do these things. He doesn't have the heart to care about this matter. Someone behind him provoked him," Xiao Mingye said affirmatively.

Zhong Yiqiu is even more confused, why is it getting more and more complicated?

"Ah Choo—why didn't you tell us about the fried chili peppers in advance!"

Zhong Yiqiu ran out of the kitchen.

Helping Uncle Yi apply plasters at night, Zhong Yiqiu found that his disabled left leg was swollen like a steamed bun, and couldn't bear it, "Uncle Yi, don't work tomorrow, I'll go."

Uncle Yi laughed, "You go? You know how to pull a plow? I only learned how to drive oxen and plow fields in the past few years. It's not that simple!"

Zhong Yiqiu was speechless.

"It's okay, this leg, it will be like this until this season, the field will be planted tomorrow, just rest for two days," Uncle Yi explained him.

Zhong Yiqiu said: "Xiao Mingye said that there is a Chinese medicine doctor in Lijiawa, let him prescribe some medicine tomorrow."

Zhong Yiqiu was about to talk to Uncle Yi about the afternoon's affairs, and listen to his opinion, but before he opened his mouth, he heard someone talking in the yard.

"Night--"

Zhong Yiqiu came out and saw a man shouting in the yard with a flashlight.

"Who are you looking for? There is no Xiaoye—" Zhong Yiqiu asked.

Uncle Yi put on his clothes and came out of the house to say hello, "Baochang, are you looking for Xiao Mingye? He's going to take a shower, come in and sit first."

Zhong Yiqiu: "..."

After entering the room and sitting down, Uncle Yi introduced him, and it was Xiao Mingye's elder brother Yuan Baochang who came.

"Mr. Zhong in the city, right? I heard that the children in the village say that you teach well!" Yuan Baochang said to Zhong Yiqiu with a smile.

Zhong Yiqiu heard from the six sons that Yuan Baochang was 29 years old, but he looked like he was in his 30s. His face was dark and thin, and he looked like he had worked hard all year round.

When talking to people, he smiled honestly before opening his mouth, making him always look like he was trying to please a good person.

Xiao Mingye came back after smoking half a cigarette. In such a cold day, he was the only one who went to the river to take a cold bath.

They didn't go back to Xiao Mingye's room, they were talking at Uncle Yi's place, Yuan Baochang just stopped to look at him after saying something.

Zhong Yiqiu heard that he was talking about family matters, maybe it was not suitable for him to be here, so he wanted to get up and go back to his room.

Xiao Mingye sat next to Zhong Yiqiu at the door, and as soon as Zhong Yiqiu bent over, he stretched out his hairy leg and touched it, motioning him to sit down.

Yuan Baochang came here specifically because of Yuan Baocai's daughter-in-law, Chunqiao. Chunqiao married for more than two years and had no children. She went to see doctors everywhere, took a lot of folk remedies, and met some people who went to the doctor with her.

There are a few who have a good relationship. They say they recognize their god-sisters. They have been to the house a few times, and she often goes out to other people's houses.

But in the past half a month, she almost went out in a few days, went out early in the morning, and came back in the middle of the night. When asked, she said that she was playing at her sister's house.

"That time when some of her godmothers came, I heard them talking, what the hell, Yulan said she saw them kneeling on the ground with the door closed and chattering, what did they do?" Yuan Baochang said while smoking a cigarette.

Zhong Yiqiu thought, could it be that he believed in Catholicism?That's okay, freedom of religion.

Uncle Yi looked serious, "How many of them are there?"

"There were only three or four women who came to the house," Yuan Baochang replied.

Uncle Yi thought about it, looked at Xiao Mingye, and wanted to hear what he had to say.

Xiao Mingye leaned lazily, with his hands resting on the back of Zhong Yiqiu's chair, no expression could be seen on his face, but Zhong Yiqiu could feel that he was a little impatient, and the hands behind him kept knocking softly.

He didn't want to care about these things at home, he didn't even want to listen to them, but he couldn't ignore Yuan Baochang and Wang Guizhi, which made him very upset.

"I heard people say that there are people in Zhang Gang who believe in religion and preach everywhere. I think it's okay even if you believe it, but it's definitely not good if you don't go home at night. What do you say when Baocai comes back!" Yuan Baochang said directly to Xiao Mingye this time .

Xiao Mingye still didn't say a word, Uncle Yi took over and said, "You can't talk about this matter, what are you talking about, an elder brother, let your mother go and talk to her."

Yuan Baochang laughed, and glanced at Xiao Mingye, "I'm just afraid that this religion is harmful, so I'll ask you."

In the end, Xiao Mingye didn't give him any advice. Uncle Yi told him to pay attention and observe first, and then discuss if there was anything to do.

Before going to bed, Uncle Yi came knocking on the door and said to Zhong Yiqiu, "Don't be discouraged about what happened in the afternoon, what you should do or do, I will tell them tomorrow."

He couldn't use his legs, and leaned against the door frame, his face was haggard and yellowish from the farm work, a few simple words were like a warm current wading through a glacier, making Zhong Yiqiu's heart warm and sour.