The village chief explained that there are no young people in the village, and that the children have to go back to help the family harvest crops during the busy autumn in October, so they must start classes in July for the next semester, otherwise they will not be able to catch up. This made everyone sigh.

The village chief invited Xin Haoge and the others to a dinner, and prepared it very carefully, although it was indeed not sumptuous. He also specially killed a little hen, the only meat, and made a pot of spicy chicken pot, which is very authentic.

At the dinner table, the village chief explained to them the daily affairs during the substitute teaching period.

At 7 o'clock, we will start to prepare the ingredients for the students' lunch, of course, we will buy them from the villagers, go to the mountain school at 7:30 to arrange morning reading, and start classes at 8:30, 7 classes a day, each class is 45 minutes, and the break is 10 minutes, and the last period in the morning and the last period in the afternoon are self-study classes. At noon, I had to make enough food for 28 students, with limited funds, 50 yuan for a meal, one spoonful of rice per person, and two vegetarian dishes.

They thought it was incredible, 28 students, plus 8 teachers at this time, 30 or so people only cost 50 yuan to eat a lunch meal, what can they eat? The village chief explained that the villagers all grow their own vegetables and sell them cheaply, and 50 yuan is enough.

After several people discussed, when the task of cooking was handed over to Ding Zhengyang and Chai Jun, not only because one of them taught physical education and the other taught art, neither of them was the main subject, but also because the cooking skills of these two people were already obvious to all in the desert travel. Ding Zhengyang's name as a young master has been personally understood, but he didn't expect Chai Jun to have this specialty, and he didn't know what tricks the two vegetarian dishes could be fried by them.

After eating, the village chief still didn't tell them about today's accommodation arrangements, and they were embarrassed to ask, but they were apprehensive. When I said goodbye to the village chief, it was exactly seven o'clock, and it was almost dark, and there were no street lights in the small mountain village, only the warm light from the houses. The staff came to inform them to get in the car to take a shot of preparing for class, but they couldn't lift their energy, but they disappeared without a trace the moment they saw the car.

"Wow!RV!" Shen Kexin rushed forward: "This is for us to live!"

The staff explained: "I finally rented two cars, just arrived, I originally wanted you to borrow to live in the villagers' houses, but the houses are small and can't live with outsiders." ”

Shen Kexin patted his chest: "It's okay I can't live in it, I don't want to live in that kind of house." ”

She rushed to the car, and the rest of the men and women also got into the car one after another, as well as the photographer who followed her. Mo Yijiu didn't rush up, looked around, and asked the staff: "Then where do you live?"

The staff smiled and said, "We are fine, we can make do with a night in the car or a tent in an open field." ”

"It was too hard and it was hot. Find two girls to come to our car and squeeze it. ”

The staff hurriedly shook his hand: "No, the space in this car is already quite tight." Sister Yi, don't worry about getting in the car, we have prepared a small electric fan. ”

Mo Yijiu wanted to say a few more words, but Shen Kexin suddenly poked his head out and asked, "What's the matter! Why are there only two single beds?!"

Mo Yijiu got into the car with the staff. Sure enough, there wasn't much space in the car.

Directly opposite the door is a kitchen table with a sink and gas stove, and a small Xiaoice box under the table. On the right-hand side is a set of sofas surrounded on three sides, with a small rectangular table in the middle of the sofa that can be raised and lowered. On the left-hand side are two single beds with cabinets, and at the rear of the car are the bathrooms.

"This single bed is too small, it seems that two people can't squeeze it. Mo Yijiu looked at Zeng Jin and Jin with a regretful expression.

I never thought that this bed was squeezed for them, I only wondered if the program team was going to arrange any bad games, the bed that won and the sofa that lost slept on the floor. But now looking at Mo Yijiu's attitude, it seems that he has thought about squeezing a single bed with her......

Zeng Jin secretly sighed: You are so capable of being a queen.

At this time, the staff member came to explain again: "Actually, that sofa can be put together into a double bed, let me show you." As he spoke, he walked to the sofa, lowered the height of the table, and then spread the three backrests of the sofa flat on the tabletop, which just fit the surrounding sofas, and really spelled out a double bed that looked only 1.2 meters wide but was also called a double bed.

"But it's not very neat to spell it out like this, and we'll send a mattress when you want to sleep in a while. ”

The program team was very thoughtful, so that the four of them had a lot of resentment about this trip to the mountain village, at least they slept comfortably.

The staff left, leaving only the photographer behind, and boldly urging them to hurry up and prepare for class. The four of them sat around the table and pulled out the books and textbooks they had brought before. Let's look at the class schedule first, Ren Zhen's Chinese class is one session a day, Shen Kexin's character and life are four times a week, only Tuesday has no class, Zeng Jinjin and Mo Yijiu's music class is three times a week, on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, but they also promised to teach English, which very unceremoniously occupied the students' morning self-study classes for these three days.

Ren Zhen looked hard at Mr. Gao's textbook, although the primary school Chinese is very simple, but it is also a knowledge to let young children understand and remember the shape and meaning of every word, every sentence, and every text.

Shen Kexin was also watching, telling the truth, popularizing knowledge, and doing handicrafts, she suddenly found that she didn't know how to ......

As for music and English, since discovering that there was no music class at all on Monday, Zeng Jinjin and Mo Yijiu have been completely in a state of leisure. Singing, dancing and ABCD are simply handmade.

Flipping through the music textbooks, they are all children's songs without difficulty, although most of the songs in them Mo Yijiu has never heard since he was a child, but as a professional singer, as long as there is a score, it doesn't matter if the tune is familiar or unfamiliar. As I was flipping through it, I suddenly found that a piece of paper was glued to the last page of the fourth-grade music book, and when I pulled it off, it turned out to be a task book. The other three also came over to take a look, and the photographer deliberately gave a close-up of the paper, which read:

[Next Sunday at 7 p.m., we will hold an evening party in DH Village, please prepare at least fifteen programs, which can be performed in person or organized by students, and report before the sun goes down on Tuesday.] 】

The four of them looked at each other with eight eyes, and they didn't know when they reached a consensus, as soon as Shen Kexin raised his hand, the three of them looked at Mo Yijiu together, and cheered: "Concert! concert!"

Mo Yijiu smiled and rewarded the three of them with one brain: "Be serious, okay!"

"Ahem!" Ren Zhen cleared his throat and nodded solemnly: "I, Ren Zhen, said very seriously...... I don't have any performances that I can do at all. ”

"Uh......" Mo Yi thought for a long time and had an idea: "It's okay, ask the students to perform! ”

"You say recitation, Sister Yi, you are a genius. Ren Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would look for two talented students in class tomorrow, recite two poems, and put together two programs.

Shen Kexin began to worry about what she was playing, although she sang and danced in school, but it has always been a so-so achievement, although she is acting in a small mountain village this time, it is also going to be broadcast...... I can't let go of the idol baggage, if the table is not good, it is better to be cut naked.

Mo Yijiu and Zeng Jin are also thinking about what programs to prepare, in addition to their own personal performances, they plan to use music lessons to arrange the program, one chorus, one dance, and then catch a top person to sing a song, and the three programs have come together.

When the cameramen took what they wanted to shoot, they said hello and left. At half past eight o'clock, Shen Kexin couldn't decide what to perform, so she called her agent to help her, and she had a signal. Ren Zhen is still holding the textbook and flipping through it, is this momentum trying to finish the week's classes? Mo Yijiu has seen the same thing as Zeng Jin, and there is no pressure in his heart, so he wants to wash and sleep early, and go into the quilt cleanly and do anything.

Ren Zhen and Shen Kexin offered to sleep on the sofa bed, and the two single beds over there were dedicated to Mo Tianhou and Teacher Zeng.

The two went in to take a bath one after another, and then came out in pajamas with no face to face. The two beds were very close together, and only one person could pass in between, and they sat opposite each other by the window, their legs straight, and the soles of their feet pressed together to play with their strength.

There is a signal in the mountain village, but the network is not good, and the turtle speed is 2G from time to time, and even Weibo can't be swiped. I only saw that my fans had risen again, and then the software was completely stopped moving because of network problems.

She asked Mo Yijiu: "Sister Yi, can you go on Weibo?"

Mo Yijiu threw away his phone as if giving up: "It's very slow, it's slow, I can't see the picture." It seems that there is no way to post on Weibo, my fans can't see you, and they will definitely miss you very much......"

Zeng Jin squinted: "Your fans really know how to play." ”

"You're also very good at playing. Mo Yijiu laughed at her, picked up the pillow and hugged it to his chest: "What did you say about that Weibo yesterday, as if you hugged it tightly." ”

Zeng Jinjin was embarrassed: "How did you see my Weibo? Although you're here, I don't think big stars will flip through them one by one." ”

"Where do I need to flip, I clicked on the comments casually, and I saw those fans reminding me, what's 'Look at your bedmate Aite you', 'It's too much to let you hold the pillow', 'What is there to hug the pillow on the pillow'...... Anyway, it's a lot of mess. Mo Yijiu smiled happily, and suddenly thought of another question, asking Zeng Jinjin: "Your boyfriend will misunderstand when he sees us on Weibo?"

Zeng Jinjin hurriedly shook his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'm single." ”

Mo Yijiu nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, I'm also a person now." ”

I knew that the word "just right" meant that I was not afraid of my boyfriend's misunderstanding, but I still subconsciously felt that it seemed to be very suitable for a confession behind it.