Principal Huang said so, but Geng Hao gave in again, and he sat down, his arm trying to rest on the table, but there was no spare space in the entire double table. Principal Huang glanced at it, and the whole person was stunned, and let out a sound of admiration again and again.

On Geng Hao's desk, there were piles of English books and materials, stacked on top of each other, looking chaotic. The English dictionary weighing several pounds was opened and pressed on the top, and Geng Hao happened to be using it just now. Principal Huang tried to take a look, and the English letters the same size as ants were densely packed on it, making people dizzy to look at, but Principal Huang was at least dizzy and quickly looked away. I sighed in my heart, this foreign language is really not something that Chinese can learn!

There were also a few thick notebooks spread out, and Principal Huang picked up one nearby. The notebook was old as if it had been used for several years, the edges were frayed, and it was almost entirely in English. Principal Huang glanced at Geng Hao, confirmed that he wrote it, and confirmed that he was a Chinese, not a foreigner who spoke English. I admire it even more from the bottom of my heart. The handwriting in this book is smooth, and it doesn't look like a foreigner's diary? Sure enough, the times have progressed, and now literate college students are different from these half-intellectuals who have gone to school for a few years.

Principal Huang sighed with emotion, but he still looked at the contents of the notebook roughly, and looked at the structure or something, which seemed to be a teaching plan.

Speaking of which, the teaching plan and lesson plan or something, several of their teachers have not had much contact with it before, they only teach the content of the textbook in advance, understand it by themselves, and at most write some rough procedures of the class in the notebook.

Before Geng Hao took the first class, he showed his lesson plan to Principal Huang, and Principal Huang looked strange, thinking that it was Geng Hao's own teaching method, and said that this baby who had gone to a good university was different, and the writing of the class process was much more detailed than theirs, and there were many rules. Later, because Geng Hao was not satisfied with the teaching situation, he would show the lesson plan to Principal Huang every time, and Principal Huang couldn't help but praise it when he returned, and Geng Hao said that he came according to the format of the lesson plan.

When Principal Huang heard this, he reacted that when he went to other better schools before, he also saw other teachers writing about this, but he felt that they only needed to teach the students well, and there was no need to write about these troublesome things, so he did not deliberately advocate learning. This time, Geng Hao used it for a while and it worked, and then he felt that this thing was very useful, so he told Teacher Wang and Teacher Liu that they should also learn to write. But they have been teaching for several years, and when they practice, they still feel that this is a bit redundant, and only Mr. Liu has tried a few times, so he has no time to write when he is busy. In the end, only Geng Hao insisted on filing every time.

Principal Huang praised Geng Hao for his steadfastness in his heart, looking at the notebook and drawing a bunch of red and blue pen circles, and marking the empty space at the edge of the page, or using the red pen to destroy half of the page's content, as if deleting, and writing new content with a red pen at the end. Although Principal Huang couldn't understand it, he could see Geng Hao's seriousness, and he was very happy in his heart, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile on his lips. Holding Geng Hao's notebook is like holding a sacred scripture, careful for fear of breaking it.

Isn't this the Bible? It's just that these notebooks are going to take their school to a new level, a new era! In the future, the students in their school will also be able to learn English! Director Mo usually seems to be a quiet person, but this time he really did a great thing and recruited such a capable teacher.

Geng Hao saw that Principal Huang was satisfied, just like receiving silent praise, and his heart was also happy. It shows that his efforts have been recognized. These notebooks are the fruits of Geng Hao's two months of labor, and in order to ensure the smooth progress of the class, he must first do all the lesson plans before he can rest assured. Therefore, he first wrote out the teaching content and plan with a black pen, and revised it with a red pen for the first time he checked and perfected it, and revised it a second time with a blue pen.

"Teacher Geng, it's really hard for you. Principal Huang carefully placed his notebook on the table, and reluctantly touched it twice when he removed his hand, with tears in his eyes, "You are really a good teacher in our Mocun Primary School, a good teacher." ”

Geng Hao was at a loss for a moment, stepped forward half a step, and said with a smile: "Principal, don't praise me anymore, these are what I should do." ”

Principal Huang rubbed the corners of his eyes with his old fingers, wiped back the tears, and when he raised his eyes to look at Geng Hao again, he was full of guilt: "Teacher Geng, there is one more thing I have to tell you." ”

You say. Geng Hao bent over and listened.

"Do you still have a stool in this room? Principal Huang saw him bending over, he felt tired, and patted him on the shoulder to straighten his body again.

Geng Hao heard this, and Principal Huang either had extremely bad news to tell him and wanted him to sit and have a support, or he had to talk about it for a long time. Either way, he went to the infirmary, borrowed a low stool and came back, and sat opposite Principal Huang, waiting for Principal Huang to speak with a serious face.

"Teacher Geng, our school is run by the people of our village themselves, you know this, right?" Principal Huang asked Geng Hao in a roundabout way, looking at Geng Hao and wanting to avoid his gaze, I really hope that what he said next will not scare away this capable teacher.

Geng Hao nodded: "Hmm." ”

Principal Huang continued, looking vicissitudes and helpless, and no longer had a kind smile: "Therefore, the expenses of this school all rely on the money from the village. Recently, the village has been engaged in pig farming, and the village has to go outside to borrow money, so ......"

Geng Hao knew what Principal Huang meant, but he didn't answer, waiting for Principal Huang to say it himself.

Principal Huang looked at Geng Hao for a long time, knew that he had learned badly, sighed, and said directly: "Therefore, there is no money in the village to allocate to the school, and the English textbooks and materials for the opening of the school cannot be bought." But I thought that although I couldn't buy a textbook, I still had to open this class. Let's just say that Mr. Geng worked hard, and he was more careful when teaching. However, looking at Mr. Geng's preparations, it seems that there is no problem, and I am relieved. ”

This is also an objective condition that can't be helped, Geng Hao can't say anything, textbooks have always been a big burden on Mocun Primary School, but Mocun Primary School also does not charge textbook fees. Because the textbooks are recycled and used every year, after one semester, the textbooks are taken back to the school at the end of the semester and left for the next class of students. As for workbooks and the like, it is necessary to make sure that parents can pay the fee before deciding whether to buy it or not.

"Can't our school apply for an education subsidy from above?" asked Geng Hao.

"At present, the education policy is also tilted towards the township, but it is mainly based on public schools first. In order to develop in our county in the past two years, we also owe a lot of debts, everything must develop the economy first, and there is not so much money in education, not only us, but also many schools want to apply to the top, but they can't get rid of it, what can be done?" We also plan to switch to a public school, but because of this, we are encouraged to send our children to the school in the town, saying that the school in the town will be renovated with funds in two years, and it will get better and better. But with so many children, and the town is far away from here, who wants to send them?"

Geng Hao looked at Principal Huang in silence, and he couldn't stop feeling sad in his heart: "I went to the county a while ago, and I heard that there is a public welfare organization in our county, and I think their teaching conditions are very good, what do they do?

"Public welfare organizations?" Principal Huang was stunned for a while, and then remembered, oh and said, "The one you are talking about, is an international rescue and development organization, specializing in helping poor areas, and only reached a cooperation with our county government two years ago, and set up such a branch in our county, and the money they use is donated by others, not the government." They have only been in our county for two years, and they have only developed in the early stage, so they started to carry out work pilots in the county seat first, and they have not had time to come to our countryside for development. We also tried to apply for funding from them, but after they passed the assessment, they still allocated it to the town first. After all, the village is not as good as the town, and if they vote for us, every two years the village school is closed, and their money will be wasted. ”

In this way, all the ways out of Mocun Primary School seem to be broken, and they can only survive tenaciously in the cracks, but at present, it seems that Mocun Primary School is not going to be ordinarily difficult. Geng Hao sank down, and he didn't have anything good to say to comfort Principal Huang, so he could only say: "Everything will be fine, we will grit our teeth now and insist on persevering, and when the village is rich by raising pigs this time, our primary school will be able to live better." It doesn't matter if you don't have a textbook, I just teach it, it's not a big deal. ”

Principal Huang excitedly held Geng Hao's hand with both hands: "It's really hard for you, come to our village, and suffer." ”

"The people in the village were very kind to me, gave me good food and shelter, and didn't suffer much. Geng Hao smiled and comforted Principal Huang. The environment here is not good, but he also came out of this environment, and it is not a problem to adapt to it at all, not to mention that a son like Sun He is not bitter in the village, Liu Fengya, a good girl in the city, can carry it down, and the village and Mo Village they teach are not necessarily much better, so there is no reason for him to stay here.

Principal Huang listened to the remarks of an outstanding young man like Geng Hao, and even more tears filled his eyes, holding Geng Hao's hands tightly and not letting go. Geng Hao was surrounded by the warmth from his rough big hands, and also felt the pressure transmitted from Principal Huang's palm, his gaze moved slightly, and he fell on the table for a long time.

The sun poured in through the window, illuminating the table, and the paper of the book tossed back and forth in the heat wave blowing in and the wind brought by the electric fan, making a small cracking sound. Every character on it is beating to the wind and sound. For another moment, Geng Hao felt that the difficulty of children going to school now was still the same as in the last century.

Principal Huang chatted with Geng Hao for a while, saying that he would leave without delaying his business. Geng Hao sent Principal Huang out, intending to send him down the slope. As soon as I went out, I saw Zhong Xiu standing at the entrance of the ramp, standing under a tree to avoid the scorching sun, facing the ramp, as if staring at some project.