Chapter 102 Mid-Autumn Festival

1.

September 12 was Monday, and the teachers who returned to school after a weekend seemed to have forgotten about Teacher's Day and the selection of excellence, and no one mentioned these things anymore.

He didn't have to worry about the work of the grade department and the class at all, so he put all his energy into the enrollment and opening of the art tutoring class in the third year of junior high school.

Looking for Feng Shu, the director of the third-level junior high school, looking for the teachers of each class in the third junior high school, the preliminary examination and the re-examination, after a week of tossing, 26 people were finally determined as the students of this art tutorial class in the spring. Six of them have good grades in cultural classes and are ready to apply for the Huxian Normal Art Class. The other 20 students have slightly worse grades in cultural classes, and are ready to impact the textile schools, silk schools, craft and art schools in the city or nearby counties and cities, which are secondary schools for enrollment in the province. Two-thirds of the 26 people had participated in the summer art tutorial classes organized in the spring. Therefore, the spring has great expectations and confidence in the results of this year's art class.

reported the enrollment of art tutoring classes to Zhao Zhiqiang and Wang Yichuan respectively, and they were ready to start classes on a later date in the spring.

2.

The art class will be held on Sunday, September 18th.

On Saturday, I took the time to go to the county seat and bought all the tools for painting for the art students. I went to the animal husbandry school to see the spring rain, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming on August 15, so I sent him some moon cakes and fruits, and put down a little living expenses. Chunyu told Spring that he didn't have to worry about him, Sun Li and Liu Xiangyang often came to see him and brought him food and drink.

On Sunday, I went to the studio at half past seven in the spring. After a while, the students arrived one after another, and Xiangxing was the earliest, helping with spring work inside and out. Since most of the students are in the summer art class, they don't need to say hello in the spring at all, and they cut paper, sharpen pencils, and set up easels by themselves, and take the initiative to do a good job of preparing for the start of class. The students who came to class for the first time, with the guidance and help of other students, also learned well.

In the spring, a student council was held, mainly to emphasize study discipline. In order to improve the learning efficiency of students, Spring adopted the "one-to-one" learning method, that is, to identify a few students with a high level of painting to be responsible for leading those students who have just come into contact with sketching and color painting. This method greatly improves the students' enthusiasm for learning, and the posture of teaching new students with a high level of painting looks like a little teacher, and the students who are brought are also modest and serious to teach.

The students in the studio are like a family, helping each other and sharing their learning experiences with each other. As the saying goes, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy in the group, and this kind of atmosphere will make students get along more harmoniously and improve their academic performance faster. The strong atmosphere of mutual learning made Spring feel that he had nothing to do in the studio, and he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Spring arranged the students' meals and rest, and returned to the dormitory alone with a satchel.

After entering the dormitory, Spring did not rush to lunch, but lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and began to count the tutoring fees collected today.

This time, the fee was still charged according to the standard set by Zhao Zhiqiang for spring, one dollar per day per life. There are seventeen weeks left in this semester, and the spring is charged on a sixteen-week basis, and winter vacation tutoring is not counted. In this way, each student should pay 16 yuan in tutoring fees, and the 26 students will receive a total of 416 yuan, which is exactly enough to pay two months' wages in the spring. This is another extra income, next Tuesday is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, and I plan to use this money to let my family have a good reunion in the spring.

3.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye, and the school has no holiday arrangements, but the evening self-study in the evening and the morning self-study the next day are not available, so that the teachers and students go home for a reunion festival. As is customary, the school logistics distributed two packs of mooncakes to each teacher. As a middle-level leader of the school, he has an extra pound of tea and a box of apples than ordinary teachers. In the spring, I slowly realized the hidden income and benefits of being a middle-level leader of the school that Feng Shu told me.

Other things for the festival were bought in the spring morning, wine, meat, fish, seafood, vegetables, and a cardboard box full of them in the spring. After school in the afternoon, Spring was busy strapping the cardboard boxes containing things to the back seat of the bicycle at the door of the dormitory. When he turned his head, he saw Wu Xiao squatting at the door of the dormitory smoking with a depressed face. In the spring, I knew that Wu Xiao's home was more than 40 miles away from Hushan Town, and he couldn't go back to the Mid-Autumn Festival in one night.

"What's wrong?" Spring, packing up the suitcase and leaning over, asked with concern, "Is it because you can't go home for the holidays, and you're sulking here?"

"No," Wu Xiao smiled wryly, "It's something else..."

"If it's convenient, just say it, and it's uncomfortable to hold it in your heart. Spring squatted down, took out a cigarette and handed it to Wu Xiao.

"What? You don't know?" Song Jian, who was in the same dormitory as Wu Xiao, took over the conversation and said to Spring with a smile, "Wu Xiao, this kid has done something earth-shattering today, haha." ”

", a few stinky women, how can you play like this?" Wu Xiao looked at the root of his teeth itching with hatred.

"What the hell is going on?" Spring's face was full of doubts, and he couldn't understand what dumb riddle Song Jian and Wu Xiao were playing.

Wu Xiao snorted, turned his head and took a big puff of his cigarette, and Song Jian took over with a smile.

"Anyway, many people know about it, so I'll talk to Xiaochun," Song Jian glanced at Wu Xiao after speaking, and saw that he didn't react, so he continued point-at-bit, "That's right, Ah Xiao wrote a courtship letter to Wang Li, Sun Xiaofei, Cai Yongqi and Li Yu. The contents of the four letters are all the same, except that the names of the recipients are different, and the contents are also ridiculous, except for the salutation and signing, most of the contents are transcribed lyrics of popular songs. Haha, the funnier thing is yet to come, the letter was mailed at the post office on the same day, and it reached the four girls on the same day. All four of them felt that the letter in their hands was unusual, so they gathered together and read it. No, the joke comes out, haha••"

Song Jianshuo's hands danced, and he couldn't straighten up with a smile. When I heard it in the spring, I also felt coke, and the first time I heard of courting other girls like this, it was still a group letter. In the spring, he kicked Wu Xiao with hatred that iron does not become steel. Wu Xiao grinned in pain, but he didn't squeak.

"Ah Xiao, it's really you! Alas, forget it, this matter will be over in the past, and no one is allowed to make a joke about Ah Xiao in the future. Spring looked at Wu Xiao's pitiful and depressed appearance, and felt angry and ridiculous, "Let's go, pack up, and go home with me for the holidays." ”

"This is not good, today is the family's reunion festival, we are outsiders..." Song Jian was very moved when he heard that he was going to take them home for dinner in the spring, his home was in Huangshan Town, and he was close to forty miles away from home, and he couldn't go home tonight.

"What a family, hurry up, hurry up and get out of the car and come with me. Spring was a little impatient and urged Song Jian and Wu Xiao.

"Just go, who's afraid of whom?" Wu Xiaoluo stood up suddenly, and the depressed expression on his face swept away, "Xiaochun is not an outsider, it's our buddy, go!"

In the spring, the box of "Red Fuji" apples just issued by the school was moved to the back seat of Wu Xiao's bicycle, and Wu Xiao joked about the spring while helping to tie them.

"Ah Jian, have you seen it, it's better to be an official," Wu Xiao's mouth slushed, "It's tea and apples, and we ordinary people only have greed." ”

"Roll the calves, let you eat enough when you get home, but don't complain that you won't be able to eat when the time comes. Spring patted Wu Xiao's back and said with a smile.

After cleaning up, locking the doors and windows, the three of them rode out of the school gate and headed for Shimengouzi Village.

4.

When they got home, the sun had not yet set, and Chun Shuli and his wife Zhang Xiuli were killing chickens, washing vegetables, preparing dinner, and waiting for spring to go home for the reunion festival.

Seeing that Spring brought a friend home, Chun Shuli and Zhang Xiuli greeted him with a smile and enthusiastically let Wu Xiao and Song Jian into the hall. Wu Xiao came once, he was an acquaintance, and as soon as he entered the door, he called "uncle" and "aunt" affectionately.

Wu Xiao and Song Jian refused to rest after entering the door, insisting on helping Spring's mother make dinner. Chun Shuli and his wife couldn't resist the two young people, so they had to agree. Wu Xiao and Song Jian have been single for a long time, and they have both learned a good skill of frying and frying, and the two of them became chefs, and the mother of spring helped them on the side.

There was nothing to do in the spring, so I went out to find the second uncle Chun Shuwu and the fourth uncle Chun Shujia, and prepared to invite them to the house to celebrate the festival together.

Half an hour later, Spring, Chunshuwu and Chunshujia entered the courtyard together. Chun Shuli and Wu Xiao had already set up a table in the courtyard, and seven or eight dishes had already been served. Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhang Xiuli drove Wu Xiao and Song Jian out of the kitchen and worked alone inside.

The six people in the courtyard sat down around the round table, and the spring introduced them to each other, and a few people knew each other. Because they were Chun's colleagues, the three elders of the Lao Chun family were very polite to Wu Xiao and Song Jian, which made the two of them a little restless. In the spring, he was afraid that Wu Xiao and Song Jian would not be able to let go of their hands and feet, so they had to persuade the two of them to drink one by one. After three glasses of wine, the atmosphere of the banquet is lively. Wu Xiao regained his naughty energy of gagging, making the people at the table laugh...

5.

The moon in the sky slowly revealed a small half round face from the clouds, like a shy girl with a veil, silently sending the blessing of Mid-Autumn Festival reunion to the world.

The earth was clothed in a soft veil, and the distant mountains and treetops quietly appeared a hazy figure.

The poplar forest outside the courtyard wall is blown by the breeze, and the leaves make a "brushing" sound, as if they are singing softly for people's happiness.

The figures sitting together in the courtyard drinking and admiring the moon and their happy laughter and laughter made the moon in the sky drunk, and secretly hid their figures in the thin clouds, which emitted a faint halo, like the drunken red face of a young girl.

This Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner did not end until more than ten o'clock in the evening. After dinner, Chun and Wu Xiao and Song Jian rode staggeringly, stepping on the bright moonlight all the way back to school.