"Mobei. Geng Hao lightly nodded Mo Bei's name, Mo Bei got up from his seat with a smile, Geng Hao asked, "Did you hear all the things you just reviewed?" ”

Mo Bei tugged at his clothes, pursed the corners of his mouth, just looked at Geng Hao blankly, rolled his eyes, and said confidently: "It's not that I write it wrong, there are few people in the class who write it correctly." ”

Geng Hao has lost his temper with her quibbles. Yes, there are few people in the class who write correctly, there are only nine people in the class, and there are not so many people who want to say that a dozen people write correctly. In the end, Geng Hao could only let Mo Bei sit down and ask her to go back today, and write these two words twenty times one by one to deepen her memory. Mo Bei was immediately unhappy, and wanted to quarrel with Geng Hao, Geng Hao swept over with a look, she was quiet again, and just muttered in her mouth, "I won't write, what can you do to me!"

After a few months of teaching, Geng Hao found that his temper was too soft in class before, and these children were not afraid of him at all in class. So he learned to be cold when it was time to be serious, so that they could feel his majesty.

"If you don't write, follow our new rules and run eight laps outside. ”

Geng Hao said that the cloud was light and light, showing a little smile, and he looked very indifferent. This is the method taught to him by Wang Dahua, saying that the younger children can still listen to the two sentences of scare, and if the older children are not obedient, they can only rely on punishment, and they will not have a long memory if they are not punished. Through practice, Geng Hao proved that what Wang Dahua said was correct, so he came up with a running punishment. Running is good for your health, and it's just now that it's warm to run more in winter.

The field outside the classroom is only about 100 meters after a lap, and it is about 800 meters after running eight laps, which is the amount of exercise that Mobei can bear. She was tired, but not overly angry.

Based on his own personal experience, Geng Hao wanted to write an essay on how a kind teacher was forced to be "brutal". When he first punished the students, he still felt quite guilty, Wang Dahua comforted him, when facing a group of naughty students, angels can fold their wings and become devils, and pull Liu Jia out as an example. said that when Liu Jia first taught students, he was gentle as water, and he was forced later, and it was unusual not to shout a few words in class.

After listening to Wang Dahua's words, when Geng Hao punished the students now, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he did not have the slightest sense of guilt.

Mo Bei likes to run up and down, but he doesn't like to run. She was punished for the first time before, and when she confronted Geng Hao and said that she would not run, Geng Hao drove her home and went to the house to explain the truth to Mo Fengjiang and his wife.

Mo Fengjiang and his wife have never cared about Mobei's school situation, and Mobei himself has never said it, after listening to Geng Hao's reflection, they just want to not let Mobei suspend school at home, and directly threaten Mobei to do what the teacher says. Mo Bei didn't listen to Geng Hao, but he couldn't ignore his parents, so he had to run obediently.

Since then, Mo Bei has lived a life of running two laps a day without incident, her physical strength is adapting, and the number of laps punished is also increasing, from two laps to the current eight laps.

Now that he heard that Geng Hao was going to punish her again, Mo Bei immediately stopped talking, pulled the things on the table to the side, and lay on the table with his whole body, silently depressed. Her tablemate was a third-grade boy, who was usually soft-tempered, and when he saw Mo Bei taking up two-thirds of a double table, he could only swallow his anger. Who made Mo Bei still the little overlord in the village? Children don't dare to mess with it casually.

"Mo Bei, is it too many circles?" Geng Hao asked leisurely. I firmly believe that under his spur, Mo Bei may be able to become an excellent long-distance runner in the future. If there really was such a day, Geng Hao would not be proud to take credit, all of this was the result of Mo Bei's own efforts to challenge the classroom system.

Mo Bei sat up slowly, and replied reluctantly: "No." ”

"Then listen well. Geng Hao finally reminded and continued the previous lesson, "Then come just now, next, let's listen to a recording, and you can find out the answer to the question I just said." ”

After that, Geng Hao pressed the play button of the repeater, and with a "click", the repeater began to rotate slowly, making a slight friction sound, and the next moment a female announcer sounded inside.

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The snow on the twentieth did not remain, but only soaked the ground. It had been more than a month since the second snow fell, and it had been falling until the winter solstice. The day of the winter solstice is Sunday again.

Zhang Nan called Geng Hao half a month after the first snowfall, saying that it would snow in the county in two days, and asked him if he wanted to go around the county seat together to see what Huangyang County was like in the snow, and said that they could watch it together on Nanping Mountain. They have been in Huangyang County for half a year, Zhang Nan and Geng Hao have not been to Nanping Mountain, and Sun He has already taken Liu Fengya there.

Geng Hao happened to receive a notice from Principal Huang at that time, saying that he would send coal to the school on the weekend and asked Geng Hao to help receive it, so he didn't make an appointment with Zhang Nan. Zhang Nan said at the time that he had seen the days, and the winter solstice was a weekend, so they could go to the city together to spend the winter solstice. Geng Hao still didn't agree, saying that there was an appointment on the winter solstice. Zhang Nan was also curious about who he could make an appointment with, and teased if it was a girl from the village. Geng Hao said that he was an eldest sister, and he usually treated him like a younger brother.

Sure enough, the next day Zhong Xiu told Geng Hao that Zhong Ling invited Geng Hao to eat dumplings at home on the winter solstice, and asked Geng Hao if he had time. Geng Hao immediately grinned and said that he had time. Zhong Xiu's smile was warmer than the warm winter sun, and said that this time it was an appointment in advance. Geng Hao didn't explain much, just said that it was troublesome for Sister Zhong Ling to think about him every festival.

Later, Sister Huang learned that Geng Hao was in the village during the winter solstice, and also invited him to her house for the holiday, and Geng Hao naturally said sorry and pushed it. To avoid the situation of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the students also asked Geng Hao in advance about the arrangements on the day of the winter solstice, and knew that he went to Zhong's house for the festival and hurried home to report to his parents, and the parents of the students were relieved and did not think about Geng Hao anymore.

On the morning of the winter solstice, as soon as Geng Hao opened the door, the cold air mixed with the heavy snow was coming, and he couldn't help but shiver. At this time, there was a thick pile of snow outside the door, clean and without any impurities, like a large sheet of flat rice paper, which made people reluctant to step on it. Standing under the eaves and looking into the distance, as far as the eye can see, the trees, the roof, and the mountains are all white and boundless, and they are really covered in silver, and they are very good-looking. The snow was still falling, coming from the overcast sky and silently blending into the soft snow.

The owner of the shop at the bottom of the slope had already opened the door, sighed that the snow was really heavy, and then picked up a broom to sweep away the snow in front of the door, clearing a small yellow mud road. Thinking that stepping on hard will freeze and it will be easy to fall, Geng Hao also went to the back of the village committee house to grab a big bamboo broom, swept the snow to both sides, cleared a road that was shoulder-width between two people, swept to the slope, and directly swept the school on the cement steps.

The weather was extremely cold now, and Geng Hao was blown out by the cold wind, hoping that the warm carbon dioxide could bring a trace of warmth to his cheeks, but as soon as the gas was exhaled, it condensed into a white mist. After a while, his cheeks, ears, and joints in his hands were red from the cold, and there was a faint pain.

He endured sweeping to the bottom of the slope, only to put the bamboo broom in his arms, kept rubbing his hands, the heat was too slow, he put his hands directly on his neck, relying on body temperature to heat, his hands were not very cold, his neck was stimulated, and there were bursts of vertical cold hairs all over his body.

"Teacher Geng, why are you so diligent, and you also help clear the snow. The shopkeeper came out of the dark room with a brazier, put the brazier at the door, picked up a handful of firewood of different thicknesses from the firewood stack at the root of the wall in front of the door, took out the lighter and began to burn the brazier, and beckoned Geng Hao directly, "Hurry up and come over and bake a fire to keep warm." ”

Respectful is better than obeying, Geng Hao took a few steps, leaned the bamboo broom against the wall first, and sat on the stool handed over by the boss. Except for the small shop, all the other families got up and put their braziers at the door and started to warm their fires. In winter, the entertainment activity of the people of Mo Village is no longer to take a walk after dinner, but to gather around the brazier in front of someone's house when they have nothing to do, drink tea and eat melon seeds to chat, and can sit for a long time.

The boss lit the fire very neatly, and it didn't take long for a big fire, not only to heat the body, but also to burn it. Geng Hao hurriedly grabbed the stool and moved back two steps.

"Teacher Geng, do you have a brazier in this house?" the boss began to chat with Geng Hao.

Geng Hao said: "No, but I usually lie in bed, it's quite warm, I don't need to burn it." And usually at school, I will sleep when I come back for a while, so I don't need to. ”

"It's true, you've been busy every day. The boss said, and asked, "You haven't eaten it in the morning, have you?" I'll cook some rice wine in a while, and then have some rice balls, and you can have some too?"

"No, Sister Huang is here, she will do it later. ”

Sister Huang wore a hat and no umbrella, her hands were in the sleeves of her thick jacket, and she was looking for warmth by herself, striding over in floral cotton boots, and stepping on the snow creaked. When Sister Huang got closer, Geng Hao found that Sister Huang's face was also red from the wind and snow, so he quickly gave up his stool. greeted Sister Huang: "Sister Huang, come and bake." ”

Sister Huang just looked at the road and walked forward, but she didn't see Geng Hao, she saw it when she heard someone call her, and she laughed: "Why did you sit here early in the morning?"

"Teacher Geng got up early to sweep the snow in front of the village committee, but he was diligent. The boss answered Geng Hao's words first.

Sister Huang smacked her tongue: "Teacher Geng is so diligent, then you have to bake it well, I'll call you when the rice is ready." ”

"Good. Geng Hao hurriedly agreed.

Sister Huang happily muttered while walking uphill: "It's good to have a cement road, even if it's snowing, there is no slippery walking up and down." ”

After the snow, the weather was even colder, and Geng Hao had originally mentioned that Sister Huang didn't have to suffer the cold to make breakfast anymore, and he could just get some by himself. But Sister Huang insisted that it didn't matter, she would come as usual every morning.

Zhong Xiu told Geng Hao that he was paid for making breakfast, and Sister Huang usually didn't make money at home, so it was easy to earn some money by cooking for the village committee, and she would definitely not do it easily. Every time Zhong Ling invited Geng Hao to eat at home, Sister Huang couldn't do it, so she didn't make a few fewer meals, and she was also unhappy. Since then, Geng Hao has stopped talking, just eating well, but he really can't control Zhong Ling's invitation to dinner.