The sunshine of the southern city is often hidden in the clouds, while the sunshine of the tavern village is not selfish or stingy, and the whole village and even the heart are bright and clear like a downpour, but it is not hot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and the surrounding leaves were clapping their hands under the encouragement of the breeze, and the mood was not so anxious when they walked out of the room. Huang Chaoyang has already put the rice in six large bowls, served in the collective office, one bowl per person, scooping noodles and pouring tomatoes and eggs, very monotonous but smelling very fragrant, maybe they have been hungry for a long time, everyone has a big bowl, each lying on the desk and eating with relish.

Huang Chaoyang was the last to serve the bowl, and he explained that it took time to repair the temporary pot and find bricks this morning, so let everyone wait for hunger, sorry.

Hao Chunlai to eat is very spectacular, pick up a chopstick noodles and disappear in an instant, and the sound of "smash it, smash it", which makes people's appetite increase, he finished eating half a bowl of noodles, and said happily: "Hey, Lao Huang, you are really capable, I didn't expect to be able to eat eggs, I really dreamed in the morning." ”

Huang Chaoyang said proudly: "Drag your old Hao's good dream, Mrs. Wang in the village specially saved for us, Mrs. Wang's house rose this year, there are ten chickens can not be found, there are six left, but still keep with us, several times, the village cadres buy her at a high price and do not sell, she said that she has to keep her word, this egg is only sold to the teachers, on the one hand, our teachers are a good profession to accumulate virtue and do good, and all their three children have been trained to be capable people, on the other hand, her eggs have only been bought by teachers over the years, From the beginning of her first baby school. The teachers keep their promises, do not pay their bills, do not delay their accounts, and do not play tricks, her eggs are still sold to us today at the old price, which is about the same as the price of eggs in the market. Huang Chaoyang shook his head from time to time, and there were a few very full and crumbling beads of sweat on his temples.

"Teacher Wang, you hurry up and notify Lu Xiaohe to help cook in the afternoon, school will start tomorrow, and there are a lot of things in the school, you can't do it yourself." Du Xiaoming arranged the work while eating.

"Well, she went to her aunt's house yesterday, not far from school, and will come this afternoon." Huang Chaoyang responded, "Actually, she didn't want to cook this year, because she didn't have much money, so I coaxed her for a long time." ”

Du Xiaoming frowned, but did not express his position, only said, hard work, Mr. Wang.

Huang Chaoyang poured the remaining vegetables into the sorghum bowl, there were a lot of eggs in it, and the sorghum heart was vaguely moved, feeling that today's rice was particularly fragrant, he devoured it, and half a catty of noodles was swept away by him three times and five to two. He still wants to eat, to the room, because it is a temporary tent, the space inside is very small, the heat of cooking has not subsided, and there is still the smoke enchanting, the pot is made of loess and broken wheat straw and yellow mud, smeared with delicate and smooth porcelain. He took a long chopstick and fished it out in the huge pot, which could be described as a needle in a haystack, and he swallowed involuntarily.

"What? It's not enough, let Mr. Wang do it later. Du Xiaoming didn't know when he was standing behind him, startling Sorghum.

"Enough, enough." Sorghum hurriedly explained, and then followed Du Xiaoming's example, scooped a bowl of water in a bucket, and brushed the bowl at the door of the room.

The class was held in the afternoon, and the all-teacher meeting was held at five o'clock in the afternoon, and the cuckoo announced. Sorghum teaches the fifth-grade homeroom teacher, Chinese, English, morality, and the whole school's physical education, Sorghum muttered secretly in his heart: ****, I am studying music, what kind of class do I teach, it is simply a northern Yuan, the bull's head is on the horse's mouth, especially English, his nemesis in school. He wanted to shout, he wanted to refute, but all the teachers sat as if nothing had happened, and he tried his best to stop the anger in his heart.

At the meeting of all teachers, a total of eight teachers, Jin Zhaoyun is still on leave due to illness, retired teacher Liu Yinfeng replaced his class, plus a little daughter-in-law with clear eyebrows, on behalf of the kindergarten class, the teachers are attentive to listen to the principal's speech, Du Xiaoming first made a longitudinal analysis of the results of each subject in the town's primary schools last semester, and then assigned the work of this semester, the work is very systematic and nano, from Monday to Friday, from morning to dinner, from before meals to after meals, from school to school, from class to class, Even the details of the students going to the toilet are assigned to the people, and he proposed what the first encounter responsibility system, the accountability system, and the responsibility forced system, these strange words are tasteless but stubbornly stationed in Sorghum's mind.

Another day was over like this, sorghum had a chaotic and fragmented dream late at night, he dreamed that he trotted all the way from the tavern village to the rented house in Nandu, Pang Xiaoya pressed her in his arms, Pang Xiaoya said sorghum, you heard that there was a fish swimming in the stomach, he happily lay on Pang Xiaoya's belly and listened carefully, he didn't hear anything, he lied to Pang Xiaoya really, he heard a small fish calling him father, Pang Xiaoya slapped his ass with his hand coquettishly and said, Sorghum, you Chen Shimei, I have your flesh and blood in my belly, but you run so far and don't call me or talk to me. Sorghum pushed Pang Xiaoya onto the bed, coaxed her with a hippie smile, his mouth sucked tastefully on Pang Xiaoya's high and low body, from bottom to top, Pang Xiaoya moaned happily, when her lips crawled to Pang Xiaoya's face, Pang Xiaoya's face became a cuckoo's face, and tears crawled on her face. As soon as Sorghum woke up, his heart was beating like a drum, and his sweat would instantly wash his hair like a backward flood. Sorghum was frightened, and nervously strung Fang Cai's dream carefully, which was unimaginable. He took out his mobile phone to see if there was Pang Xiaoya's WeChat, but there was nothing, he suddenly remembered that there was no signal here, he played a series of hello and crying cartoon pictures on his mobile phone, and still pressed the send button, after sending it, he took a deep breath and heartily sucked a kind of air called missing into the closest place to his heart、、、、、、

The night is dark, the birds are murmuring, there are no lights here, there are no horses, chariots, only the snoring of the teachers in the same room, the snoring or sharp or dull or small bridges and flowing water or mountains shaking.