When Zhang Tao and He Jianguo returned to their seats, the Chinese teacher was already ready to start lecturing, and the Chinese teacher was also the head teacher of this class. "The final exam is coming soon, I hope you put your mind on studying, if you don't do well in the final exam, I will notify parents to come to school when school starts next year, and if the grades are too poor, you will repeat the grade, you can do it yourself."www.biquge.info Today we will continue to review the content of this semester, and before I do that, I will first talk about the essay you submitted last time. ”

Zhang Tao was stunned immediately after hearing the words of the Chinese teacher, composition? It seems that the Chinese teacher has not read the composition of the next few weeks on his composition, and he has not even written a single word, so on the day of Zhang Tao's soul rebirth, because his thoughts were more chaotic, he felt that the Chinese teacher would not read the composition homework much because of the final exam, so he filled in some content casually. Now looking at the posture of the Chinese teacher, it is estimated that it has something to do with the content that I filled in randomly.

"My ideal, my ideal is to sleep until I wake up naturally every day, count the money until my hands cramp. Every day, I rode around the village in a high-end car with eight pure white horses, and all the beautiful girls in the village immediately rushed to me when they saw me, and whoever had delicious food would obediently bring it to me。。。。。。 The Chinese teacher seemed to pick out a random copy from a pile of composition texts and read it in the classroom, and the whole class burst out laughing.

The Chinese teacher didn't seem to intend to reveal who wrote it, threw the composition back, and then casually glanced at Zhang Tao's direction, "I won't say who wrote this composition, the person who wrote it naturally knows in his heart that he consciously went to my office to find me after school in the afternoon, and I need to talk to him about this ideal issue." The scene immediately burst into laughter.

Zhang Tao was depressed when he heard it, this essay was written by him, it was originally just a random number of words, a 300-word proposition essay "My Ideal". The classmates in the class either wrote to be soldiers, or went to be teachers and workers, and a few became scientists and officials who served the people, and it is estimated that they are the ones who want to be village tyrants.

It's just that this is an era when the thinking is still a little simple, and no one dares to write a paragraph in the composition that they can't pick up the same pebbles to send to the girl, and there is no sleep until they wake up naturally, and they count the money until they have cramps. So this ideal is simply unsightly, it is completely a typical second-rate performance, but the person who wrote this essay is still the best student in school, and it is strange that the Chinese teacher can be in a good mood, he seems to see a good seedling developing towards a second-rate child.

After the review, although the Chinese teacher said that he was in class, in fact, he just said that the key texts should be paid attention to by rote, and the rest was for all the students to review by themselves. A group of children took the textbook and memorized it loudly, whether it was useful for the final exam or not, first memorized it to the teacher after listening to the lesson, and the louder they read, the more they proved that they were seriously reviewing.

At this time, the review is like this, the test is not to fill in the blanks and make sentences, or to write ancient poetry passages or something, anyway, there is nothing special, as long as you memorize the textbook and pass the exam, there is no problem. Therefore, there is no big problem with the Chinese teacher's method, and it is a complete cramming education model.

Zhang Tao just flipped through the language book casually and was in no mood to review, his memory has always been very good, and he is still a soul in his thirties. If he can't do this kind of simple question well, he just digs a hole and buries himself, so he doesn't worry about the final exam at all. Dropping the textbook, Zhang Tao pondered how to explain to the Chinese teacher when he got out of school in order to go back early, there were still a lot of things waiting for him at home, and he didn't want to listen to the head teacher to discipline him.

Before he was reborn, he was in his thirties, about the same age as the Chinese teacher now, and he was the vision of a person who came over, talking about ideals and life with a person who was more than 20 years behind him, thinking about it is a very nonsense thing, how can the current Chinese teacher know what happened more than 20 years later?

Not to mention the smartphone computer or anything in the future, even the telephone is now Zhang Tao and there is no one in their village, the kind of upstairs and downstairs, the scene of electric lights and telephones can only be seen in the city, how can the things of the next 20 years be imagined by a rural primary school teacher, so the generation gap between the two is 108,000 miles, and there is no communication at all.

At this time, the curriculum for the third grade of elementary school was very simple, with three classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. The course of ideology, morality and nature has never been taken at all, and it is only written on the curriculum to cope with the inspection of the school district's leaders, and it is directly occupied by the Chinese and mathematics teachers, after all, those things are never tested in the final exam. Even if you take the test once in a while, the teacher just throws the answer to the student and copies it, and there is no one to invigilate the test, everyone passes, and everyone is happy.

In the past, when I was studying, I always felt that the day seemed to be very long, and it was not easy to survive the year. At that time, the most desired thing was to hurry up for the New Year and grow up early, so that there would be delicious food, new clothes to wear, and New Year's money. And when you grow up, you seem to be able to do a lot of things, you can earn your own money or something, and no one cares about what you want to do.

It was only when I grew up that I realized that I was really wrong, and it seemed that the carefree life when I was a child was the best time of my life. When I grow up, I find that I am not so free to do anything, all kinds of problems and pressures come one after another, and I have to live in this situation all my life, and I will often sigh how good it would be if I could turn back time and stop at the moment of childhood, carefree.

Zhang Tao, who returned to elementary school, naturally didn't feel that time was too slow, and the soul in his thirties contained in his body now seemed to cherish and like this kind of ordinary and carefree days. It's just that his soul is not a child after all, whether it is for the ideal of being a village tyrant or for a good life in the future, he has to start some things in advance now, otherwise he will live again for the rest of his life or live the same as before, it will really be a waste of an opportunity - although he crossed without preparing anything.

Perhaps, the ideal of being a village tyrant is indeed good.

At this time, people don't understand what a happy life it would be if they could be a village bully more than 20 years later. Sleep until you wake up naturally every day, count the money until your hands cramp. Every day, I take a high-end car to patrol the village, all the beautiful girls in the village rush to myself, eat pure natural and harmless vegetables and fruits every day, lie in the villa with a garden and look at the green mountains and green waters, leisurely basking in the sun and singing songs, this beautiful scenery is simply unimaginable.

And more than 20 years later, those who want to be teachers, soldiers or workers, they have to struggle every day for high housing prices, various expenses for children's growth, slow wage increases but consumption is getting higher and higher, and the trouble of finding a suitable wife, various houses and cars, whose ideal can be better than their own ideal? So this is the sorrow of a prophet, especially since this prophet was still a child.

It's just that people who are studying in this primary school during this time period have one thing in common, that is, almost all of them are post-80s. This is an era with the characteristics of the times, a transition stage from spiritual civilization to material civilization, an era in which faith is slowly destroyed, and an era in which morality is gradually brought together.

When they were in elementary school, they didn't need money to go to college; When they were in college, they didn't need money for elementary school; When they are not yet able to work, the work is also assigned; When they can work, they barely find a job to do when they hit their heads and bleed, and when they feel that they have a job, they find that a special company recruits workers and even needs to pay money to recruit workers, and life is such a joke with them.

When they can't earn money, the house is allocated; When they can earn money, they find that they can't afford to buy a house; When they are not of marriage age, they can ride a bicycle and marry a wife; When they reach the age of marriage, they can't marry a daughter-in-law without a bungalow or a car; When they didn't find a partner, the girls were heartfelt; When they were looking for a partner, the girls were talking about gold.

When they have been instilling alarm bells since elementary school and never forgetting the national shame, when they arrive in society, they find that those who make us not forget the national shame are precisely the people who will forget the most. When they worked hard to memorize words in English and coped with exams year after year, they found out in society that those things composed of letters were actually useless, and it was better to remember addition, subtraction, multiplication and division clearly, so that when playing mahjong, they could also figure out how much money they could win by pasting cards.

Zhang Tao is also a post-80s generation, as a "coming" person, he naturally knows all this that will happen in the future, and he also knows the characteristics of people in this era. A person of this age has been pitted since he was born, and he is still in the pit until he is reborn, and he may have to be pitted until he dies. So he needs to let himself go to the front, otherwise he will have to repeat the path he has taken before and continue to struggle in life.

"Hey, here's something for you!" While Zhang Tao was pondering, a girl at his tablemate secretly put a few things like mouse feces from under the desk into Zhang Tao's hands, and the girl's eyes kept looking around to see if anyone noticed them.