Today, the word "literacy" has long since disappeared from the stage of Chinese history. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you are under 40 years old, it is very unusual for your parents to be illiterate, and if you want to talk about illiteracy, you must at least rank your grandparents.

China's literacy campaign, which began in the 50s and continued into the 21st century, has dropped from 80 percent to less than 3 percent, which should be a miracle in human history.

When the People's Republic of China was founded, it was very difficult to find two out of ten people who could write their own names.

After the reform and opening up, a round of literacy campaign was launched, and the entire Hongheqiao Commune failed to meet the literacy task every year, and Li Zhuang was at the bottom every year.

This time, the county was ruthless, and if any village did not meet the standard, the secretary of this brigade was also at the end.

Liu Legend panicked, and together with the secretary of Shangba Village, the two villages started classes together, and everyone was mobilized in front of the Chinese New Year's Eve, hoping to do this.

This time it was a temporary team, and the county did not send members of the literacy work team, so it had to push a few elementary school teachers and Li He to become teachers on behalf of the people, and they didn't care whether they were happy or not, so they directly gave the candidates.

They cleaned the house of the village committee, and a group of people made a fuss, hung blackboards temporarily, and had no tables and chairs, so they could only bring some long wooden benches, and make do with it, so that it became a classroom.

The classroom is there, Liu Legend has encountered the same problem as before, the villagers are not active, so they don't want to come, the literacy target is mostly women, some people say: "During the day, watch the children, wash clothes, cook food, how can you have time to go to private school?"

Some old ladies with serious feudal ideas do not allow their girls and daughters-in-law to attend literacy classes. They said, "What's so good about men and women going to private schools at night to mingle together?

Li He saw that the corners of Liu Legend's mouth were on fire, and he was so embarrassed, so he said, "You shouted in the big radio, our village's literacy is not up to standard, take it back, and start eating a big pot of rice again."

Who wants to eat a big pot of rice after tasting too much of the benefits of land in these years?

Liu Legend stomped his feet and complied, thinking that he had to cure these unconscious old ladies.

As soon as the village radio sounded, the group of diehards had to come if they didn't come, one or two stared dryly, scolding and compromising at the same time, looking at their appearance, few were happy.

Wang Yulan was not willing to go to the literacy office, and squeaked: "The dead and alive generation is blind, how can I become an immortal if I know a few more words." Let me take the hoe, it will be too difficult to hold the pen. ”

There are too many people who think like Wang Yulan, who didn't know a single big character before, and they didn't live a good life, so if they have to turn this thing upside down, it's just trouble.

But there are also positive ones, who are looking forward to knowing a few more words.

On the day of the start of the class, a few days before the Chinese New Year's Eve, Li He went with confidence, only to see more than a dozen slogans pasted on the two walls of the hall and one wall, one of which was Gorky's words: Books are the ladder of human progress.

There is also Lenin's words: Socialism cannot be built in a country full of illiteracy.

The cadres of the brigade distributed literacy textbooks to everyone, and Li He also took one.

There is a list of 2,500 words in the literacy textbook.

A village committee simply stuffed more than 80 people from two villages, standing, squatting, sitting, and all of them.

The older ones are forty or fifty, and the younger ones are twenty-five or sixteen, and they are all dressed in different colors.

"A chair h, h, h, h should be written in the top box, occupying the first and second squares. Li He was driven to the shelves and volunteered in the classroom.

To learn to read and write, you must start with pinyin......

There are mostly girls and daughters-in-law inside, and there is chatter in the house, and Li He keeps knocking on the stick in his hand as a whip, but he can't be quiet, and he is very disturbed.

These are not real students, they are all acquaintances and familiar faces in the village, and they can't say a word heavy, otherwise they will hurt the harmony.

Some people eat melon seeds, some people take the soles of their shoes, and there are a lot of gossips, and few of them listen carefully.

There is even her mother Wang Yulan under the stage, who is chatting with Pan Guangcai and her mother, and she is very happy.

said that it was impossible to say, and it was impossible to scold it, Li He stood on the stage and spat alone.

Li He tossed for two nights, discussed with the two school teachers, and finally said, "Divide it into fast and slow classes, we must at least train the group of people who really learn." ”

A female school teacher said, "That's fine, otherwise it's all a swarm of swarms, and some people can't listen to it if they want to." ”

A male teacher said, "It should have been like this a long time ago, but it was uncomfortable for the first two days." Whoever leads the fast class, who leads the slow class, let's draw lots."

The next day, Li He and the two teachers selected some enterprising people to enter the fast class, and there were about 40 people, which was quite gratifying.

After the shifts, I cleaned up the house where I used to put farm tools, cleaned it up again, and became decent.

Divided into fast and slow classes, the teaching order is obviously much better, and it is simply different from the past.

These adult students in the fast class don't look like they haven't gone to school, but they learn very quickly, and they have a feeling of hunger and thirst, because they are thirsty for culture, they have long recognized words from other channels, and most of them can write their names.

It's just that the names written in the literacy textbooks are very serious, and although the font is a little crooked, the progress is obvious.

The literacy class is taught in one evening, and the requirement is to be able to read, write, and use 3-5 words. This progress is relatively fast, because a night of study is only more than 1 hour, considering the winter weather, the time should not be too long, otherwise it will be unbearable cold.

But this requirement was fulfilled by the students of the fast class, and it was beyond Li He's imagination, which may have something to do with the fact that the textbook was written to suit the life experiences and interests of adults.

The adults have achieved effective literacy learning, especially their thirst for the spirit of culture, Li He is a little emotional.

Some of the students are not in good condition at home, and there are no flashlights, so a few women just tie torches and walk home in the dark winter night.

As for backward elements like Li and his wife Wang Yulan, they are in the slow class, and there is no stubble in the soles of their shoes.

The window facing Li He's podium had long been broken, and the cold wind was blowing violently against him, and his legs were numb from the cold that night.

The next day, I was about to go and find some way to plug the window, but I found that someone had already stuffed wheat straw in a woven bag.

There was only one girl sitting on the bench in the classroom, holding a book in her hand, and said to Li He with a smile, "Teacher Li, I have seen that you have been frozen for a long time, and you have just come early, so you have blocked it."

Li He was not used to being called a teacher by a group of big girls and little daughters-in-law, so he hurriedly said, "Don't call the teacher, I will temporarily replace me for a few days, just like them, call me Erhe." You're not from Li Zhuang, are you?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Why am I not from Li Zhuang? You don't even know me? No wonder, you have been studying outside." My dad is He Laoxi".

"Brother Zhao, Brother Pan, which family?", Li He blurted out. (To be continued.) )