The outside world is undergoing earth-shaking changes, and in the small society of the village school, except for a few private teachers who are working day and night to prepare for the next year's college entrance examination, everything seems to be business as usual.

Dachengzi's homeroom teacher is the previous teacher Huang who refused to enroll him on the grounds that he was not old enough, and this is a rival.

Wang Jiacheng is not the type of person who is talented and intelligent, and his understanding of learning is too poor, so he just fell on this gentleman's chopping board.

Every day in Chinese class, the child who stands in front of the adobe podium and recites the text with his head drooping, must have the poor worm Dachengzi.

If you can't memorize the pinyin alphabet like "bpmfdtl", Mr. Huang's whip made of bamboo roots will be like a storm and greet them.

And this Teacher Huang also has a characteristic, every time he beats a student, he will smile, just like a mad smiling Yama.

It is said that teachers in that era were afraid of students and were often criticized by students, which must have happened in the early years of Wen G.

Wang Jiacheng's personal experience tells people that all rumors are nonsense.

At that time, the gentlemen of the village school not only dared to physically punish the students, but they were usually beaten to death.

In a semester, Mr. Huang's bamboo whip can be broken several times.

Mr. Huang graduated from junior high school at most, and his own Chinese pinyin is also at the level of kindergarten.

Every time he leads the whole class to recite, he can sing the pinyin tones of flat, yang, bent and descending to the taste of rural flower drum opera.

Funny and obscure, it often causes the class to burst into laughter.

Comrade Lao Huang would be annoyed and angry every time, running off the podium with a whip in his hand, and sweeping all the way over.

After several such collective corporal punishments, few children dared to openly laugh at the teacher's pronunciation.

But our classmate Wang Jiacheng is a simple baby, and he can't hold back his laughter.

Although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, as long as he heard the strange yang tone when Mr. Huang taught him to read the pinyin alphabet, even if he was in tears, he would laugh out loud.

"Wang Jiacheng, you come out for me! What are you laughing at? What's so funny!"

Teacher Huang stopped reading angrily and beckoned the big man in the back row to the edge of the podium.

"Teacher, I, I'm ...... ”

Wang Jiacheng looked at the bamboo whip in the teacher's hand in fear, and unconsciously protected his head with both hands, of course he couldn't say any reason.

"Dare to laugh at the teacher's poor teaching! Or you Wang Jiacheng pot strength (meaning powerful)! Okay then! Give you a chance today, and you will lead everyone to read aloud! I want to see how strong you are!"

Teacher Huang felt that corporal punishment was of little significance to a scumbag like Dachengzi.

So he came up with another way to punish him, threw the whip to Wang Jiacheng, and he led the whole class to read it aloud.

And in normal times, only the class leader who is favored by the class teacher has this kind of right to read.

After all, Wang Jiacheng is a disciple of Teacher Huang, and he has more or less obtained the true transmission of the teacher's Chinese pinyin, and added a little bit of his own originality, and the taste is even longer.

He didn't dare to disobey Teacher Huang's order, so he came to the front of the podium tremblingly, and began his first speech in his life with a whip in his hand.

“ū ú ǔ ù！ ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ ！”

Before I finished reading it, the students below were already laughing.

Teacher Huang was also bursting into tears on the side, holding his stomach and signaling Wang Jiacheng not to read any more.

For the first time, he didn't greet poor Wang Jiacheng with the whip in his hand.

Da Chengzi coaxed back to his seat, and when he saw that the others were happy, he also grinned and smirked.

On the way home from school, Gangzi, Bolt, and Dogan in the same class were still imitating the original pinyin pronunciation method created by Jiacheng classmates.

A few babies were in pain, laughing and chasing freely on the golden field.

vented all the grievances he suffered in the school classroom.

Mao Ya's scientific name is Wang Jiayuan, and she taught a set of soundproofing methods to several friends, and she was able to block Teacher Huang's voice during class.

Pull two balls of cotton wool and stuff them in your ears, and two soybeans will do.

If you can't hear the voice, you won't laugh between classes, and you won't attract the teacher's whip of corporal punishment.

Dachengzi has always been holy to his cousin Mao Ya's words, and he was tortured by Teacher Huang with nowhere to escape, and he couldn't get any benefit when he went home to complain to his parents.

Every time I take a Chinese class, this Piwa copies this crooked trick as it is.

In the next week, Wang Jiacheng was extraordinarily quiet, and when Mr. Huang was in pinyin class, he could no longer hear his suppressed "hehe" voice.

Babies who have studied know that if they meet the head teacher, the good days at school will come to an end.

The slightest trick between classes can't escape the teacher's fiery eyes like gold stars.

Comrade Lao Huang has been paying attention to Wang Jiacheng for a while, and he is very puzzled why this favorite laughing baby does not resonate with his own teaching method.

After some investigation, he finally found out that there was a cat in it, but this half-baked gentleman was angry, and the eagle caught Wang Jiacheng like a chicken and threw him outside the classroom.

The biggest disrespect that students have for Mr. is to turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear in class.

Since you are so reluctant to listen to class, let's drink the northwest wind on the playground.

That morning, Wang Jiacheng stood outside the classroom for three classes, and in the afternoon, he took his mother to the school to apologize to Teacher Huang for admitting his mistake, and the matter was over.

Listening carefully to the lecture can't help but be beaten up, and pretending to listen to the class will be punished.

Dear Teacher Huang, you can embarrass our classmate Wang Jiacheng to death!

At that time, there were basically no teachers in rural primary schools who came from a few academic backgrounds.

A gentleman like Mr. Huang, who is a halfway monk, is the backbone of the compulsory education stage.

If you meet a few gentlemen who graduated from the third class of Wen G, they are already considered to be highly educated among primary school teachers.

However, it was these half-worker, half-peasant private teachers who supported the blue sky of China's rural education in the 80s of the 20th century.

Teacher Huang seems to be a bit of a Jerk cleanliness fetish, especially disliked the students in the class who wear new clothes.

The weather is already very cool in late autumn, and when it rains, it should be normal for the babies to wear waterproof and non-slip rubber shoes to school.

But this stern gentleman couldn't get used to it, and all the students in the class who wore rubber shoes had to stand in front of the podium during class.

At that time, the price of a pair of rubber shoes in the supply and marketing cooperatives of the brigade was estimated to cost four or five yuan, which was not something that ordinary farmers were willing to buy.

So every time the punishment station is stopped, only three or five babies come forward.

All of them are ashamed and embarrassed, as if they have done some shady deed, and they are being criticized and supervised by the working people.

And the little babies among them will also include Wang Jiacheng.

If you can't memorize the text, you will be beaten if you make a mistake in writing.

After one or two times, Dachengzi no longer dared to wear rain boots.

On a miserable late autumn morning, he came to the classroom barefoot with his trouser legs rolled up with his bare feet and dogs, covered in muddy water.

Even though my nose was cold and my feet were numb, it was a thousand times better than showing it on the podium.

And Mr. Huang himself, every time he will fall like autumn clothes and rubber shoes, he has never seen him come to the classroom barefoot.

His own baby is only one or two years old, and when he comes to class to check on the students' morning self-study, he always dresses brightly and cutely.

I can't do it myself, but I want the first-grade elementary school students to maintain a hard and simple fine style, and don't wear rain boots for everyone on rainy days in autumn and winter.

This is a bit of corporal punishment in disguise, and even carries a kind of official-oriented thinking.

The sense of class superiority and privilege of the workers, peasants and soldiers cadres in the Wen G era, this teacher Huang seems to have been stained.

At that time, most of the parents of the peasant family were illiterate, and they were 100% in awe and believed in the school's husband.

Even if the teacher treats him unfairly in the class, he thinks it is the child's fault, and rarely goes to school to fight for justice for his children.

Fortunately, Mr. Huang has a rigorous and responsible teaching attitude, and he never procrastinates in correcting and correcting students' homework.

Although his pinyin letters are a mess, the chalk board book is particularly beautiful, and the Song style is like a printed one.

And Dachengzi, Gangzi, and Goudan, these babies, before they went to school, were all fucked up children in the village who were disgusted by dogs.

If you don't manage them with the dictatorship of the proletariat and add some stick education, you really can't stop them.

From this point of view, Comrade Lao Huang is not a mediocre teacher who misleads people's children, but he is a little out of step with the times in thinking.