Teacher Xiao Zhong's adventures in the countryside

Zhong Yiqiu didn't remember the first time she went to the podium, the first time she faced the students, what she said, or what happened.

He returned to the office in a daze, sat on his seat and stared at a bottle of ink on the table in a daze.

"What's the matter, how about going to class?" Uncle Yi came in from outside and pushed him to wake him up.

Zhong Yiqiu's dull eyes stared unfocused for half a minute before recovering, sighed and said: "I don't know what to do, I'm too nervous, I don't remember anything."

Uncle Yi laughed, and Rong Chang's face was full of kindness and said: "It's okay, I was nervous for the first time. It was my first time to go to the podium, and there were only a dozen students below, and they were all too nervous to speak."

Zhong Yiqiu said dejectedly: "I feel that I am not suitable to be a teacher. When they saw me, I became nervous and forgot all the words I prepared. What should I do in class?"

"You won't think so in a month," Uncle Yi said affirmatively, and added a guarantee if he thought it wasn't strong enough, "I can bet you."

Zhong Yiqiu sighed heavily and lay down on the table.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mingye came in and saw this scene, clicked his chin and Zhong Yiqiu asked Uncle Yi.

"I was hit, saying that I am not suitable to be a teacher." Uncle Yi replied with a smile.

Zhong Yiqiu heard Xiao Mingye's voice, raised her head to see him sitting opposite her, and asked casually, "Where are you sitting?"

It was the first time Xiao Mingye heard him speak in dialect, and it was a little different from what they usually spoke, the voice was softer and less rustic.

He was a little surprised and said with a smile, "I thought you could only speak Mandarin."

Zhong Yiqiu couldn't cheer up and didn't reply to him.

He leaned back on the back of the chair and said again: "You speak Mandarin very well, just like on TV."

Zhong Yiqiu pulled her face, and said in a neutral tone, "No matter how good Mandarin is, what's the use, maybe you still can't be a good teacher."

"You can't be a good teacher, but you can be a good porter." Xiao Mingye stood up, bowed his head and called him, "Teacher's office supplies have arrived, and the car is outside. Let's move together."

Zhong Yiqiu, who had been a porter for a day, forgot all her frustration and nervousness.

Dragging two legs that are as soft as noodles, I walked back in the sunset that overturned the palette.

After doing the same job, Xiao Mingye, who was walking in front, acted like nothing happened, Zhong Yiqiu was even more depressed.

"I looked at the class schedule today, and you only have two classes a day." Zhong Yiqiu had nothing to say.

"Ah."

"Then why do you spend so much time every day?" He was even more depressed.

"Stay."

"Hey!"

"Why, do you think it's unfair?"

"A little..."

Xiao Mingye stopped and looked at Zhong Yiqiu half a step away.

Zhong Yiqiu: "..."

After being silent for more than a minute, Xiao Mingye didn't speak, and looked at him with eyes that seemed distant and close.

Zhong Yiqiu felt that he had something to say but was deliberating whether to say it or not, there was slight hesitation in his deep eyes.

Xiao Mingye is a decisive person, what could make him entangled?Zhong Yiqiu's heart also tugged.

Opening and closing his lips, he finally said two words: "Let's go."

Zhong Yiqiu stood still with a gloomy expression on his face.

Xiao Mingye took two steps, but he didn't hear the footsteps following him and turned to look at him, Zhong Yiqiu looked like you finally found out that I was unhappy.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a drink of soda." Xiao Mingye turned around and walked back regardless of whether he agreed or not, intending to make up for him.

Zhong Yiqiu has been here for a few days and hasn't gone shopping yet, so she hurriedly followed, and the depression just now was completely forgotten under the temptation of soda.

The right side of the school is connected to the courtyard of the brigade headquarters, and there is a small courtyard on the right side of the brigade headquarters which is the clinic.

The Supply and Marketing Cooperative is on the left side of the school, just stuck at the intersection.There are 9 villages in the Deying Brigade, and this supply and marketing cooperative is the only one. There may be some small shops scattered in some villages, but the things they sell are needles, thread, and small things such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

The supply and marketing cooperative is very grandly built, with two large rooms connected, and four gates open in the same direction as the school, painted with dark red paint, very spacious and beautiful.

The left area is dedicated to the school children. It mainly sells stationery and snacks. It is colorfully displayed. On the right is the daily life category. There are several large tanks filled with soy sauce, vinegar and wine. Fertilizers and such.

Yesterday, I heard Liu Zi chatting, saying that the supply and marketing cooperative is going to open up a room inside, and open a few more doors in the other direction to sell clothes and women's cosmetics.

The supply and marketing cooperative only has one freezer that is usually reluctant to be placed outside, and it is placed inside the counter covered with a small quilt.When buying soda and ice cream, you can’t choose by yourself. Tell the salesperson what you want and get it for you.

Following Xiao Mingye in, Zhong Yiqiu looked around, thinking that this is not a supply and marketing cooperative, it looks like a small shopping mall.

There are only two salespersons at the counter, one looks like an old man in his 60s, tall and thin, wearing brown glasses, and the other is a woman in her 30s and [-]s with long braids.

Xiao Mingye knocked on the glass on the counter and said, "Two bottles of soda."

The old man lifted the quilt from the freezer, opened the door to give it to him, and heard Xiao Mingye add, "I want Jianlibao for a bottle."

The uncle put down another bottle with a smile, and stretched out his hand to fill it.

Xiao Mingye gave Jianlibao to Zhong Yiqiu, and Zhong Yiqiu realized that this was specially bought for himself, and quickly handed it to the old man, "I don't want this, changing the bottle is the same as him."

A bottle of Jianlibao costs two yuan, let alone in the countryside, and ordinary families in the city can't afford it. It's a waste of money.

Xiao Mingye took a soda bottle and iced it on his arm to relieve the heat, tilted his head and winked at him.

"It's too expensive!" Zhong Yiqiu said secretly in a low voice.

He didn't dare to speak loudly, just now when he said he wanted to change it, the old man's smiling face disappeared in an instant.

Zhong Yiqiu was holding the soda, the cold bottle made him startled, he was looking for a bottle opener on the counter, Xiao Mingye took it directly from his hand, the two bottles together - with a bang, both bottles were opened Yes, let out a little cool air along the mouth of the bottle.

Zhong Yiqiu stared dumbfounded, this is amazing!How did you do it?

Xiao Mingye handed it to him, but the kid didn't answer it, and stared at him adoringly, his long eyelashes fluttering rapidly because of excitement, like a small fan with feathers.

...is that amazing?

"How did you do it? It's amazing!" Zhong Yiqiu praised sincerely.

Xiao Mingye didn't bother to talk to him, not understanding why he worshiped these useless little skills, so he drank a big gulp of soda and teased him, "Buy another two bottles, I'll teach you."

Zhong Yiqiu thought about it, and felt that it was not a good deal, so he rearranged, "I will buy you a drink tomorrow, and you will teach me."

Xiao Mingye promised him with a smile.

School starts on September 9st, and classes don't really start until September 1rd.

Zhong Yiqiu has few classes scheduled for this week, so he has to attend a week's classes first.

The first math class in the morning was for the sixth grade. As soon as he arrived at the office in the morning, Uncle Yi led Zhong Yiqiu and Yuan Rongju to talk, and followed him in the first class.

Zhong Yiqiu has a good memory, especially remembering people. He has practiced it since he was a child. He has to remember who this person is, which class he is in, whether he has ever bullied him, who can fight, and who will run away when he sees him. He can distinguish clearly clearly.

He remembered that Teacher Yuan was the first day of the meeting, because Xiao Mingye asked for leave, the teacher who had an opinion.

"Brother Seven, are you kidding me? On the first day, I got a college student down below, how can I still attend class?" Yuan Rongju sat on the seat, packing the textbooks for class in his hand, and didn't look at them.

His surname was Yuan, and Zhong Yiqiu guessed that he was from Yuanjiazhuang, but unexpectedly he was called Uncle Yi Seventh Brother, Uncle Yi was in his 40s, and he looked like he was in his early thirties, so his seniority was quite old.

"You are the first class, so if you don't listen to you, who will you listen to?" Uncle Yi was a little impatient, and then said to Zhong Yiqiu, "This is Teacher Yuan, you can go with him later."

Then he specifically explained to him: "Don't worry about the content first, listen to the order of the class, how to explain the main points, and learn the method."

Zhong Yiqiu nodded.

Yuan Rongju sneered, stood up and said, "Repay the method? What method does our rural teacher have? Don't embarrass me!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Zhong Yiqiu, and went out with the book by himself, Zhong Yiqiu hurriedly took a notebook and drank a pen to follow him.

The sixth grade is next to the office, and the classroom has no back door, so Zhong Yiqiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to the back of the classroom to sit down amidst dozens of staring salutes.

Perhaps it was because Yuan Rongju was the head teacher. He was very quiet in the classroom, and he could even be said to be motionless. He only made noise when turning the pages of books and answering questions.

Zhong Yiqiu counted, there are 27 students, almost half of the seats in the classroom are empty.

The desk was joined by two people, and it was already very worn out. Zhong Yiqiu was lying on the desk, rubbing the broken paint with one hand.

I don't know how many years it has been used, but the paint on it is about to fall off, revealing the wood with gray-brown dirt inside. The students used a knife to carve it in all directions, and even dug small holes.

There is no electric fan in the classroom, and he was sweating in less than 10 minutes, and his hands were so slippery that he couldn't hold the pen.

Yuan Rongju didn't teach any new lessons, but just reviewed the fifth grade curriculum with the students, talked about what they will learn this year, and then sternly warned the importance of the graduating class.

He has a square face and a big black mole on his chin. When he speaks seriously, he gives people a vicious feeling. Zhong Yiqiu is a little afraid of him.

I listened to two classes in one day, the other was a third grade Chinese class, a young female teacher.

Zhong Yiqiu asked Uncle Yi, and he said that it was a teacher named Liu Qinghong who married to Zhengjiazhuang at the end of last year and was transferred from the original school this year.

Liu Qinghong spoke slowly, with no fluctuation in tone, Zhong Yiqiu felt a little drowsy at the end.

After class, Zhong Yiqiu thanked her, she lowered her head and kept holding her hair by her ear, without looking at him, said something before hurriedly leaving.

Zhong Yiqiu looked puzzled, worried that he had accidentally offended her.

When eating in the evening, Xiao Mingye was not there, and he had already gone out when he got up in the morning, and he didn't come back all day.

Zhong Yiqiu asked Uncle Yi what did Xiao Mingye do and why didn't he go to work?

Uncle Yi said that the school did not arrange physical education classes in the first week, and it started from the second week. He probably went out to find other things to do.

"What's the matter, do you have something to do with him?" Uncle Yi loves to drink tea, even at night he would make a cup of strong tea.

"Hey!" Zhong Yiqiu sighed, "Yesterday he invited me to drink soda, and it was agreed that I will treat him today."

Uncle Yi laughed at their children's behavior, "Then save up, how many bottles you save up, he can drink it for you at one time."

Zhong Yiqiu actually wanted to ask Xiao Mingye what to do?But he knew that Uncle Yi wouldn't say it, and it was even worse for him to inquire behind his back.

He decided to ask Xiao Mingye himself when he came back.

Why did he remember to inquire about Xiao Mingye, Zhong Yiqiu couldn't figure it out.