Opening the dilapidated iron gate, Zhenhua stepped into his alma mater.

Compared with the past, the village primary school has undergone many changes, and a row of tiled houses on the east side was newly built a few years ago, replacing the previous adobe thatched houses. The greenery of the campus is also well done, with four cedars and two rows of holly trees.

In the middle of the campus, there are two cement prefabricated piles, to which the flagpole is tied when the flag is raised on Monday. Between the two prefabricated piles, a locust wood beam is erected, on which is hung the school's bell.

This bell has a history, hanging there, like an ancient bell, and like an upside-down bucket. The body of the bell is round, thicker than the shell of a thermos.

Students also poured in and made a fuss around the campus.

"Don't make a fuss, let's go back to the classroom. Zhenhua nodded and said.

The students scattered and burrowed into their classrooms, but instead of reading, they continued to chase and play.

Zhenhua opened the office door again and looked around.

The office is located in an old house on the west side, the size of two houses, with four desks in the middle and chairs around it.

Looking up at the roof, it was already dilapidated. The four walls are cracked and crooked, the east wall is tilted to the east, the west wall is tilted to the west, the south wall is to the south, and the north wall is to the north, as if an old man who is about to die is struggling on the road and will lie down at any moment.

To the west of the office, there are the same four houses, which made two classrooms.

There were no doors in the classrooms, and all the glass in the windows was gone.

Zhenhua walked in and took a look, sighing in his heart. In this dilapidated house, how can you rest assured that it will be a classroom?

If a classroom collapses due to a strong wind and rain during the lesson, the consequences are unimaginable!

But Zhenhua just came, what can he say?

At 7:20, Xu Jin finally arrived on his bicycle. His family lives in Hedong Town, and he comes every morning, goes home for dinner at noon, comes back after lunch, and goes home again in the evening. When the weather is fine, you can ride, catch up with the rain and snow weather will suffer, five miles long mud road, to walk for more than half an hour, sweating profusely.

It can be said that Xu Jin is not easier to be a teacher than Wang Xiang to be a pig slaughterer.

"Zhenhua is here. Xu Jin parked his bicycle, entered the office, took out a few reference books such as textbooks and syllabuses from the bookcase in the corner, and said to Zhenhua:

"A few of our teachers studied it yesterday, you teach Chinese in the third and fourth grades, and physical education in the third, fourth and fifth grades, no problem, right? The textbooks and reference books are all here, as well as the lesson plan notes left by Teacher Mei, who has just been transferred. In the first class, you let the students study on their own and familiarize themselves with the textbooks and syllabus, and the second class is officially in class, and I listen to the class to see if there are any problems. ”

"Okay Principal Xu, I'll take a look first. Zhenhua nodded and took the textbooks and materials.

"By the way, in the future, you will be the director of general affairs of the school, responsible for the daily management of the school, mainly opening and locking doors and ringing bells. Xu Jin said again.

"Okay. Zhenhua nodded again.

Director of General Affairs, Zhenhua wanted to laugh in his heart, this official position sounds very big, I don't know if I want to be responsible for cleaning the toilet?

Deng Weixuan and the other two teachers came one after another, and Zhenhua knew each other and greeted them one by one.

These two teachers have taught Zhenhua before, one is Liu Liyin, an old man, who is in his fifties, has studied in the third grade, and claims to have graduated from high school; and the other is Tian Kaifang, a female teacher, who is nearly 50 years old and graduated from primary school, and later studied in the normal school for three months, claiming to have graduated from the normal school.

As soon as half past seven arrived, Zhenhua rang the bell for class.

Deng Weixuan watched Zhenhua ring the bell on the side, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, just like that!"

After the bell rang, Zhenhua took the textbook and chalk and entered the fourth-grade classroom next to the office.

There were more than forty students sitting in the classroom, and when they saw Zhenhua walk in, they all raised their eyes and looked at it.

"Class. Zhenhua put the textbook on the lectern and said.

"Stand up ——!," squad leader Peng Xiaosen shouted.

All the students stood up and saluted the teacher.

Zhenhua nodded.

"Sit down!" Peng Xiaosen shouted again.

The students sat down and looked at Zhenhua like monkeys, their bright eyes full of anticipation, wondering how this new teacher would teach, and whether it would be different from the previous teacher.

"In this class, everyone reviews the previous knowledge, and after two days...... I'll take dictation and see how well you learn. Zhenhua faced more than 40 students, and his heart was a little weak.

The students didn't care, they each picked up their textbooks and pretended to study on their own.

In fact, Zhenhua also knows that the children in the countryside are very poor in discipline and have no rules for self-study.

Zhenhua also sat down, opened the textbook, compared the syllabus and the preparation notes left by Teacher Mei, studied and prepared for the next class.

In the blink of an eye, the first class was mixed up and the second class began.

Zhenhua rang the class bell, walked into the third-grade classroom with the textbooks, and looked up, but was shocked.

Because Zhenhua saw that the principal Xu Jin and the old master were sitting side by side in the back row.

The old master was holding a jujube stick in his hand and was looking at himself seriously.

Zhenhua was a little depressed, and some didn't understand, the old master was neither a public teacher nor a private teacher, what class did he come to listen to?

"Class. Zhenhua was stunned, but he could only try to speak.

The students stood up, and the old master also stood up on crutches and nodded to Zhenhua.

Zhenhua couldn't afford the old master's courtesy, bowed back, and began to lecture.