"Good morning, classmates!" Cheng Yangyang walked up to the podium and greeted the long-lost classmates.

"Stand up!" Li Yuanan shouted when he saw her walk into the classroom.

After more than a month, they still remembered the class ceremony, and the whole classroom was full of students who stood up together and bent down to greet her, "Hello Mr. Cheng!"

"Sit down!"

This semester, a few students have been added to Liujiacun and Wangjiacun, even if her No. 3 classroom is bigger, it will gradually be unable to do it, not to mention that there are a few skipping classes in the back.

"Today is the first class of the new semester, and we have an arithmetic ......," she said, picking up her math textbook.

"Ah...... Don't!" there was a wail from the podium.

"Fun with you!" Cheng Yangyang put down the math textbook in his hand and didn't pick up other textbooks, "Let's relax for everyone today, and I'll tell you a story!"

"Okay!" the classmates applauded excitedly when they heard her tell the story, and a few newcomers didn't understand, and they quietly asked their friends next to them.

"Yunyun, what kind of class is Mr. Cheng lecturing? Why did Mr. Cheng just say that he wanted to take an arithmetic class, but you said no, she really didn't take it?"

Meng Xin asked, and those old classmates were naturally willing to answer, "You don't know, Mr. Cheng's class is very interesting, she will talk about whatever is interesting, not fixed." ”

"Huh, can you still take a class like this?" Hearing this, her eyes widened, and before they had time to communicate more, she heard Cheng Yangyang on the podium start telling a story.

"Legend has it that in ancient times, ten suns suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sun burned so much that the earth smoked, the grains could not grow, and the common people could not live, and they were miserable!"

"One day, a powerful hero named Dayi appeared, and he was determined to relieve the suffering of the people, so he climbed Mount Kunlun alone, armed with a bow and arrow, about to shoot the sun......"

Cheng Yangyang told them the mythical story of Chang'e running to the moon, and in the depths of her memory, this story made her unforgettable, and it was also one of the stories she remembered most clearly.

The mythological part of the story is different from what people in this era often say do not exist, and in the story she tells, every character is flesh and blood, good and bad.

Everyone in the classroom listened attentively, and the children stared at her intently, except for her voice, others in the classroom did not dare to make a little sound, for fear of missing her wonderful story.

Even Nan Fengfang, who was in the back row, put away his pretended to be a flirtatious fan and quietly listened to her finish the story.

"Therefore, in order to commemorate Chang'e running to the moon, future generations will make moon cakes and put lanterns on the full moon every year, and the family will get together to bless her from afar, and the day of the full moon is called the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

After a whole morning of storytelling, she finally got to the point.

After the story was over, she opened her kettle and took a sip of water, waiting for their reaction, but they didn't react at all except that they were quiet or quiet.

"Why didn't everyone react at all after listening to this story, didn't I say it well?"

"Sir, Sister Chang'e is so pitiful!"

"Yes, Brother Houyi is so pitiful, woo woo......" I don't know where in the classroom came a low sob, causing the whole class to cry together.

This...... It's not the effect she wants, she just wants to tell them that she wants to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Oh, okay, okay, everyone don't cry!" Cheng Yangyang comforted them, "If you think Sister Chang'e and Brother Houyi are pitiful, then we also eat moon cakes and make lanterns when the moon is full, okay?"

"Okay!" they deserve to be quick.

"Bell!"

The bell rang just after class, and although the group of children were still wiping away tears, when it was time to go to eat, they still ran faster than anyone else.

"Sir, Yunsheng and I also want to eat with everyone in the cafeteria, is it okay?" Yunyun, the queen of the village chief Wang, ran to the podium and asked Cheng Yangyang.

"Yes!" Cheng Yangyang looked at her and said affirmatively, "But you have to buy it with copper money for dinner, will your grandfather give you copper plates?"

"Grandpa said that as long as Mr. is willing, he will let us eat in the cafeteria!"

"Then you can go!" Cheng Yangyang touched her head and asked her to go to dinner.

In fact, not only Wang Yunyun and Wang Yunsheng, but also the other little ghosts in Wangjia Village also wanted to eat in the canteen, and when they heard Cheng Yangyang agree, they all ran home to discuss with their parents.

"Miss Yangyang, is this story true today?" Nan Fengfan went home with Cheng Yangyang, and he couldn't help but ask.

"How can it be true, story! story!" Cheng Yangyang told him not to think about it, once he investigated the question, he would pester her, so she didn't want it.

"But you're really going to have that festival, aren't you?" Nanfeng had already read through her thoughts, and he had heard it from her mouth for the second time.

She was so obsessed with the festival that he couldn't believe she spent a morning just telling a story.

"Everyone's head is the same bright moon, I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, and the full moon will be reunited, isn't this festival good?"

She asked him rhetorically, anyway, to a person like her, the moon might be the most dear thing to her, and of course she wanted to celebrate the holiday.

"I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together", she has good poems in her mouth, how can he not like it?

"It's okay! This king also wants the full moon to reunite, and when the moon is full, I will ask Miss Yangyang to bother more!" he dropped a sentence and strode home.

Cheng Yangyang's story spread throughout Wangjia Village in less than a day, and Liujia Village can only go home on weekends, and it is estimated that people in Liujia Village will soon know.

She didn't care that the villagers guessed the truth of her story, anyway, she already had an idea in her heart, and she didn't know if they would have a holiday when the time came, but she would definitely have it.

But now is not the time to talk about this, the four barrels of honey she picked up yesterday are still waiting for her to deal with.

Cheng Yangyang got up during the afternoon lunch break and went to Wang Dashu's house, Wang Dashu's father was one of the old people who helped her make bamboo tubes, she drank water, filled soy milk, or occasionally brought some good wine back from Wanfu Tavern for Nanfeng Yan, all with homemade bamboo tubes.

Her four barrels of honey should also be packed in bamboo tubes, because the amount is not very large, and she doesn't know if this batch of honey should be sold in the supermarket, or it is not bad to give it away.

After taking honey, she has to find a way to make beeswax, she is also a flower girl, and it is really inconvenient to have no cosmetics.

She really can't get used to the rouge gouache here, and there are not many styles, everyone on the street is the same, there are no characteristics, she can do it herself.