On September 1st, the autumn was crisp and cloudless.

Hong Yan put on a new dress, and once again carried a small schoolbag with red five stars on his back and entered the school. What's in a small bag? Nothing, empty package. Naturally, I went to school to load new books with an empty bag. However, Hong Yan still has an eight-cent tuition fee in his pocket. He was calm, but the uncle was eager to try.

Seeing that the cauldron that played together every day was about to leave with a schoolbag, Xiao Zheng and Rongrong were naturally reluctant. Both hugged the cauldron and didn't let them go, crying profusely. No one could take it away, so Hong Yan had to stop and coax first. "Big brother goes to school, over there, yes, where there are two big yellow cypress trees. You see, that house is Big Brother's school. Well, the eldest brother is going to read when he grows up. What do you do when you read? Earn money by studying, and earn a lot of money to buy candy for Xiao Zheng and Rongrong...... What is jelly...... Well, it's a delicious thing, and I haven't seen it before. (Khan, how could he not have seen it?) If you make more money, you can buy a lot of flowers, a long dress, a Winnie the Pooh taller than you, a lot of toys...... Winnie the Pooh is also a big toy that you can cuddle up and sleep. Brother Xing, when he earns money, he will definitely buy one for you. (Where can I buy it?) Xiao Zheng doesn't want Winnie the Pooh? So what do you want? Steamship? Okay, just a steamer, and I will definitely buy a steamer for Xiao Zheng in the future. (True or fake?) Xiaofeng wants it too, okay, big brother promised you, I promise to buy it for you. Study, go to university, take a car or train to see the capital, see the sea...... Yes, you should study when you grow up, study hard, take the university entrance examination, and study abroad...... Well, well, Big Brother must have come back sooner...... Xiao Feng, Xiao Zheng and Rong Rong are well-behaved, they will definitely be obedient at home, okay, come back and reward each of you with a piece of candy...... Okay, come and say goodbye to Big Brother! Bye! ”

Teacher Xiaofang stood next to him and watched and listened to Hong Yan coaxing the children, what are they saying! It's just a shell, don't bring such a deception. She also had to admire that Hong Yan actually coaxed his younger brothers and sisters who were crying so much. It's just that there are so many things in his words that he doesn't seem to have heard of? That goodbye, why do you feel so awkward? Bye~Bye~, it's frivolous! But that sounds interesting!

Uncle was impatient to wait, he didn't expect this eldest nephew to be able to set up a dragon gate array. If it weren't for the fact that there were watermelons, tomatoes and other delicious foods every day, he wouldn't want to play with him, and he would take three little children to play, would he be tired!

Indeed, in his previous life, Hong Yan really didn't read with his uncle. Uncle did not go to school after finishing elementary school in the brigade elementary school. He was too naughty, late to arrive and leave early to skip class. The teacher also does not attend classes normally, and basically no one cares. What's more, he is the eldest son of his grandparents, and he is too spoiled.

"Sister Xiaofang, isn't your cousin coming to our school?" Walking on the ridge, Hong Yan asked casually.

"When you get to school, you have to call me Teacher Hong!" Teacher Xiaofang corrected Hong Yan's title.

"Yes, Sister Xiaofang!" Hong Yan replied, but grinned.

"You?! How? Will you be disappointed not to see my beautiful little cousin come to school? Why don't I tell my uncle-in-law and let her come to school with you? Then you have to come to school every day! Teacher Xiaofang teased Hong Yan as if he had discovered a new world.

"Cut, rare!" Hong Yan was dismissive and rolled his eyes. "However, you still have to advise your little cousin to study hard, at least finish high school!"

At the intersection of the small courtyard and the big road, more than a dozen children from the two teams were waiting for Teacher Xiaofang. The members of the club greeted Teacher Xiaofang and told the children to listen to the teacher.

"If you don't obey, you will scold, you will be beaten, and you will be thanked for fighting!" A mother said.

"Yes, Xiaofang, keep them under strict control! If you don't obey at home, you'll have to tighten your halter. ”

"Xiaofang, my girl has a soft personality, help me take care of it, don't be bullied by others."

"Xiao Fang ......"

Hong Yan simply walked in front of his uncle and talked to him. Of course, the uncle had to ask him if he really didn't go to school and only took the exam, and said, what if you don't have anyone bullying me, what if I can't beat others? Hong Yan was speechless immediately, thinking about being bullied and fighting before he went to school. The heart said, if you don't bully others, you will be Amitabha.

The Gujing Brigade Primary School is also the brigade headquarters, located at the foot of Jianshan Mountain. Previously, it was a temple. After liberation, it was converted into a primary school. The south slope is the playground. said that the playground was complimenting, but in fact, it was the stage for the brigade to perform during the Spring Festival. There are no trees, no theater buildings, and when the Spring Festival comes, it will be done with a cloth. Since it is on a hill, the school is on higher ground.

On the south side of the school is a road leading to Jianshan, and about the same level as the playground is the thin ridge of Shiguzi soil, a red, weathered sandy loam. The stone valley soil on the back of the school is about the same height as the classroom, and if you have the money to invest, there is still room for expansion.

The school has three classrooms, the largest of which can seat seventy or eighty people, and a small classroom on the south and east sides. Two small classrooms are open to the sky, and wooden corridors are connected to each other, and walking on them is empty. The northwest side is a restroom. The women's toilet is in the north, and the men's toilet is in the south, about a dozen square sizes, with stone slabs in the middle, and the excrement on both sides can be seen through the squatting pit. There is no door, such an environment, girls can suffer. If the north wind blows in winter, go to the toilet? Oh, it's cool!

Three classrooms, three classes. After inquiring, I learned that the brigade recruits first-grade students every other year, which means that there is now one class in each of the first, third, and fifth grades in the school. There were 29 students in the first grade, the most, and the largest one was assigned. In Hong Yan's impression, 70 years is a peak year for population. Sure enough, the number of students in the school can also be seen.

Yesterday, the brigade sent people to bring new textbooks and stacked them neatly on the desks in the classrooms. Ha, yes, and there are desks! There is a bench for two people, and the desk is very simple with four legs plus a table top and four fixed wooden squares in the middle. Compared to the stone desks and leaky schools that can still be seen in the 21st century in the previous life, I don't know how many times better. However, if the brigade is not repaired in the future, ten or twenty years later, I am afraid that it will not be as good.

Men and women, bustling with Teacher Xiaofang, hugged into the classroom. Teacher Xiaofang stood in front of the students who did not register the information, and those who had registered also gathered to watch the excitement. Hong Yan consciously stood at the back of the classroom and looked at the little children. The first day of school was freshly dressed, but it was only cleaned, and few people really had new clothes. There were more men than women, and in the seventies, I had to pay eight cents for tuition and a small amount of books to go to school. Even if it's eight cents, there are still people who can't afford it. Sooner or later, my daughter belongs to someone else's family, and it is a waste to read too many books.

It seems that there are a few vague little kids. He walked over, stood in front of a big mouth, and asked, "Hey, you called Wang Qianqian?" Big Mouth obviously didn't expect a child he didn't know to know him and still call his name, so he was a little flustered without preparation, and finally snorted: "Hmm! "Where did Hong Yan think that the big mouth that spoke so neatly in high school would be like this.

Hong Yan nodded to indicate that he understood, and then walked up to two people, one with a small head but a pair of smart eyes; One is slightly taller, and a pair of provocative ears. Sure enough, it was the two of them, Hong Maomin and Hong Maocheng. In terms of seniority, Hong Yan has to call them uncle. He automatically ignored it, and after asking clearly, he ignored it. The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what they meant!

Hong Maomin and Hong Maocheng were in the same class as Hong Yan in junior high school, but although they were admitted to the same school in high school, they were not in the same class. The big-mouthed king is not in the same class as the junior high school, and they don't know each other. But after entering high school, I didn't know each other until I came home from school because of a large team. None of them were admitted to the university, and Wang Qianqian took his Lao Tzu's class as a railroad worker. Hong Maomin and Hong Maocheng don't know the situation.

The tables and stools are complete, and the classroom is really not complimentary. The walls are crumbling, the ground is pitted, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will lose your feet. Podium, is there a podium? The lectern is as gray and old as the desk and stool, and it has long since disappeared. Knocking on the blackboard, it means that the wooden board is painted with a layer of paint, mottled, black and white. Write on it, but I'm afraid I can't read it clearly.

Something is better than nothing!

"Hong Yan, come here and send out the book!" Teacher Xiaofang registered the students and waved at the leisurely Hong Yan.

"Why me?" Hong Yanxin said. Teacher Xiaofang personally named and assigned the task, and the other young students looked eagerly, hoping that the teacher could also call him.

Hong Yan walked up to the podium and looked at the noisy scene, and there were no students returning to their places. Teacher Xiaofang is hairy? Do you send out books without tidying up your classes?

"Smack! Well, don't talk. Hong Yan slapped the table and said loudly. In fact, there was no need to be loud, and his voice was heard by every student and quieted. "Come out, stand next to you and line up, in order of tallness." Hong Yan walked on the side of the classroom, standing at the front, and under his command and coordination, the team of 28 people was quickly lined up. Then, direct the students to go in one by one, from the first row to the last.

"This is your seat, and the next time you come, you will sit like this." Hong Yan stood at the front and said.

Teacher Xiaofang looked at Hong Yan's whole team in surprise, lined up the seats, and said in her heart, "Why didn't I think of it?" ”

"Now, let's follow the formation just now and start receiving the book!" Hong Yan continued to arrange the next thing. "A Chinese language, a mathematics workbook, a Chinese exercise book, a mathematics exercise book, I personally see it clearly, don't make a mistake."

The child sat in his place, waiting, and he and Teacher Xiaofang could also send it to them. That's called waiting. It's not a good habit to wait for someone else to send it.

Hong Yan divided the Chinese, mathematics, and workbooks into four stacks, and the students lined up to take turns passing by the lectern to receive their own textbooks and exercise books. It seems to be a bit troublesome, but it is true that the students do it themselves and take what they need, which invisibly establishes a positive concept in the minds of students. If you can do it yourself, you don't need to let others do it.

"Is that okay?" Teacher Xiaofang saw that Hong Yan's whole team was seated in an orderly manner, and he no longer asked about the issue of the book. Since she was a child, she was sent to her by teachers and class leaders, and she thought it was incredible. However, although the students were young, they were in good order, there was no confusion, and there was no mistake or over-taking.

Does this count as a nurturing education?

Hong Yan sat in the last row and began to listen to Teacher Xiaofang's speech. Teacher Xiaofang praised the intelligence of the whole class from the matter of receiving the book, and at the same time praised Hong Yan individually. On the first day of school, it is registration, registration, payment, book collection, ranking, cleaning, etc. Teacher Xiaofang assigned a homework problem, and when she went back, she had to skin her Chinese and math school bags, "Tomorrow we will see who has the most beautiful bag." Our last task today is to clean up and clean the classroom, so that we can have fun and study tomorrow. ”

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