Chinese character pinyin is not yet available, or there is, but it has not yet begun to be popularized in the country, so Mr. Zhou's method of teaching Yang Dongxu to recognize words is a Chinese character, a shoehorn of a Chinese character.

Even as a former junior high school student, Yang Dongxu will be beaten every day. There is no way that these are traditional Chinese characters, not those simplified characters it is used to using at all, 30 Chinese characters a day, most of them can even guess Yang Dongxu can know more than half, and the rest are like student words to remember, there are always one or two of a dozen new words a day, and they will not be beaten, and every palm is hot.

Another is writing, Yang Dongxu's words in the previous life were not very good-looking, and later with mobile phones and computers, it is common for people not to write a word all year round, not to mention writing on the template with a brush in water.

So at the beginning, every word of Yang Dongxu was 'dragon flying and phoenix dancing', how big and how big it was. There are many strokes in traditional Chinese characters, and they can't be written at all if they don't write bigger, so Yang Dongxu's palms began to suffer again.

Mr. Zhou does not have the humanized thinking that children are still young and can take their time in later generations. Nowadays, it is generally believed that children should be strictly educated from an early age, just like a small tree that is slightly slanted when it is young, and it will definitely be crooked when it grows up.

Strict teachers produce high apprentices, and filial piety under the stick is very marketable in this era. So at the beginning, Mr. Zhou was very strict, every stroke must be done, and the palm of the left hand will suffer directly, and the right hand will continue to practice calligraphy.

I don't know if it's really the effect of typing, or Yang Dongxu's little hands don't have the muscle memory of ligatures like crabs crawling in later generations, after more than half a month of beating his left hand and almost swollen into steamed buns, Yang Dongxu's brush words began to look like a little bit.

The brush word passed, the hard pen word was also put on the agenda, the pen is not to think about it, it is the standard configuration of intellectuals in this era, the hero brand, or Parker pen or something is now a luxury.

When you are a teacher or an official, you can stop putting one on your chest, that is the mark of intellectuals, and don't have two that are definitely big intellectuals. As for the other three...... I'm sorry you're a pen repairer.

That's right, repairing fountain pens is also a profession in this era, and it is also a skilled worker with high professional skills, which ordinary people are not qualified for.

Since there is no fountain pen, even if there is ink, it is a luxury, so the hard pen practice is replaced by a pencil, a penny can be used for several days, and the pencil heads in my sister's schoolbag that are about to be pinched are Yang Dongxu's best choice.

At the beginning of the three-character classic, after the thousand-character literary pressure, an ancient poem every day, and some classical Chinese began to be written before a month arrived. Some simple chemistry or something just teaches some element names and characters, reaction formulas and so on, take the back of the book yourself.

English is not popular in China now, the first choice is Russian, even if it has fallen out with the big brother in the north, there are many more people who can speak Russian in China than those who can speak English.

There is no problem with endorsement, children have good memory, plus Yang Dongxu, a mature thought in his forties, three-character scriptures, thousand-character texts and everything are small dishes, as for an ancient poem every day, if you meet him, it will be more time-saving.

He doesn't want to be a scientist in chemistry or something, and Mr. Zhou is not a teacher in this area, so he can barely memorize the formula, as for the various elemental reactions, molecules, atoms moving magic horses, or chemical experiments, they are all on the side first.

Russian has become Yang Dongxu's nemesis, the kind of tongue curling, back or various trills, almost didn't make Yang Dongxu's tongue knot on the first day. Moreover, Mr. Zhou does not have any Russian-language primary school textbooks here, and it is thick Marxism-Leninism that directly kills Yang Dongxu.

"Read this paragraph over and over again. Zhou Yiren pointed to the Russian book that looked like a ghost drawing and clicked on one of the paragraphs.

Yang Dongxu took a deep breath and shook his tongue a few times, as if warming up his body before doing gymnastics in physical education class. Then, one after another, as if a stunned person couldn't control the pronunciation of his big tongue, exploded in the room.

"Four words wrong. Over here...... Over here...... And here......" Zhou Yiren raised the bamboo board in his hand and struck Yang Dongxu's head four times.

I don't know if Zhou Yiren is too idle to feed the cow, or he hasn't taught students for eight or nine years, and his enthusiasm for education is like a volcano.

Now there is no time to go on how to pull the relationship, and completing his schoolwork every day without being beaten has consumed all his energy. Especially after seeing his progress, his parents actually sent a fish, a chicken, steamed dumplings and fruits in the countryside to belong to the four-color ceremony, he was in the mode of mixed doubles between teachers and parents.

"You're very smart, you just don't care, you think about those messy things in your head every day, how will you get into college in the future?" Asked Yang Dongxu to copy this paragraph ten times with a pencil, Zhou Yiren said with some hatred.

Yang Dongxu is very smart and can be admitted to university, this is what Zhou Yiren said to his parents. It is also the reason why his parents gave Zhou Yiren a four-color gift.

It's a pity that rural people don't have a long-term vision, although they hope that their son can be admitted to university in the future and eat commercial grain in the city. But I don't want to delay the work in the field, so four hours at noon every day is already the time that Yang Dongxu's parents squeeze out. At other times, he doesn't wash his sister and can't affect his parents to go to the ground.

Whenever I think that most of my students' time is not spent on studying, but with a runny little girl, and messing around with a group of little children, Zhou Yiren is angry, but now the countryside is like this, Yang Dongxu's mother is not a child, and even the eldest grandfather is not on his side in this matter, and he can only endure it if he is angry.

However, Yang Dongxu is indeed smart, he has taught books for so many years, especially those students who have taught at Yenching University, it can be said that they were all top Chinese people at that time, and he did not find anyone smarter than Yang Dongxu.

The kid was literate on the first day, and he could memorize more than half of the 20 words in a few minutes, and he could memorize almost all of them the next day, and although he couldn't read it, it had nothing to do with being smart.

So the next day, Zhou Yiren taught thirty words, Yang Dongxu barely remembered, and on the third day, it rose directly to fifty words, and Yang Dongxu could barely read some classical Chinese by himself in less than a week, such a smart student, let alone have seen it, he had never heard of it before.

So all kinds of teaching began to double, and the speed continued to increase, and he wanted to see where the limits of this smart kid were. If Yang Dongxu knew that he wanted to be smart first and leave a good impression on Zhou Yiren, he was afraid that he would think he was stupid and didn't teach himself. As a result, it is self-defeating, and the schoolwork increases geometrically, will you want to cry without tears.......

In fact, Zhou Yiren wronged Yang Dongxu, he was not not serious about studying, but very serious, and even used his strength to eat. But he really didn't learn Russian in his previous life, and he knew more English than Russian.

But Zhou Yiren obviously couldn't think of this, he only felt that Yang Dongxu was so smart when he learned Chinese characters, but he was struggling with Russian to cheat and play tricks. Even if you learn Chinese pronunciation faster because of your living environment, the speed at which you learn Russian can't be like the comparison between the speed of a snail and a rabbit, right? In an instant, Yang Dongxu's learning became a hell mode...... The palms are hot all day long.

After Yang Dongxu finished copying the Russian, Zhou Yiren took the bamboo board and pointed to the side: "Read these, and then talk about your feelings." ”

Zhou Yiren was referring to a stack of newspapers, since an official named the district commissioner came to Yangjia Village in a hurry more than a month ago, and Zhou Yiren refused to leave the place to say that things were not ripe. His life has improved to a certain extent, and a lot of newspapers are sent by people every week, and the commissioner will come over from time to time to talk to Zhou Yiren at night.

The commissioner is naturally the commissioner of the region, and he is the leader of the matter. The mayor of the town, Yang Dongxu, the secretary of the municipal party committee or something, knows. In these years, the district commissioner or something, he only knows a little bit and doesn't know very well.

However, this commissioner is a student of Zhou Yiren, and the purpose of coming is because the high pressure above is beginning to loosen, rehabilitating some people, and the wave of great rehabilitation has been set off, and Yang Dongxu still knows these things.

However, out of prudence, Mr. Zhou was ready to wait and see for the time being, and did not submit the materials, or contacted some former colleagues and friends to wait a little longer, which made Yang Dongxu breathe a sigh of relief.

After reading all the newspapers, Yang Dongxu folded the newspapers and put them down to look at Mr. Zhou.

"Tell me what you think. Zhou Yiren stood up and walked around the room a few times, stretching his somewhat sore body.

"That...... It seems that a special zone is about to be established. Yang Dongxu scratched his head and said.

"Oh. Zhou Yiren was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, he walked to the side of the newspaper in a few steps, opened a newspaper and looked at it a few times, his eyes began to shine and looked at Yang Dongxu and asked, "What is the basis for your feelings?"

Yang Dongxu was a little dumbfounded for a moment, where did he have any basis? The establishment of the special zone was still a memory that he had dug out from the depths of his mind after painstaking meditation, because in his previous life, he worked in a state-owned enterprise in Shenzhen.

Once, a state-owned enterprise had people from above to do the inspection, so the leaders gathered all the workers to do a bullshit knowledge training, and the training at that time was basically a beard and eyebrows, including the history of the establishment of a special zone in Shenzhen.

"Didn't the newspaper say that we should reform and develop the economy, economic development is to do business, and to do business we must choose a place to do business, right?" Yang Dongxu had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The newspaper that Zhou Yiren showed him was not only recent, it could be traced back to the beginning of last year. So some general things Yang Dongxu has an impression, so he can only put them together and organize them.

Seriously, in addition to the heavy schoolwork, as well as corporal punishment. Zhou Yiren is a qualified teacher, and a teacher with a long-term vision. His teaching has never been confined to textbooks, and sometimes it will be extended to some of the social environment at that time, for example, reading newspapers to make a summary is to let Yang Dongxu combine the actual situation in China while studying.

"What else?" Yang Dongxu's words made Zhou Yiren's eyes brighter.