At this time, Li Quan waited for a full meal to go out collectively, Chu Jiaqiang thought something had happened, and asked them what they were going to.

"You don't know? It's Friday. Zhou Furong said.

"Ugh! What about Fridays? "Chu Jiaqiang is a monk of the second zhang, and he is confused!

Li Quan explained that they were going to the school to listen to the story. Chu Jiaqiang suddenly understood that every Friday, there would be two classes in the school that were storytelling.

As for Zhou Furong and them, these guys just want to take advantage of the freshness and catch up with the fun. The school in the village is also very open, and everyone can go in as long as they don't disturb their families.

"I'll listen to it too! It's been a long time since I've felt that atmosphere. Chu Jiaqiang said with a smile. In fact, he may have heard all those stories, but he still wants to sit down.

A few of them went out together and came to school, and the children looked very happy because they didn't have to go to class this afternoon. Here in Chujiazhai, students only have two classes in the afternoon and three in the morning, and of course, this does not include morning reading.

Therefore, the course is relatively relaxed. It won't be as hard as the children in the city, seven or eight classes a night. It's rare that I don't have to go to class on Saturdays and Sundays, and my family is forced to participate in some training courses and so on. In this respect, children in rural areas are happier.

Actually, if you think about it, you can understand. In rural areas, there are only two or three subjects in Chinese and mathematics, where is so much time spent in class? Outside of the house, I started learning English in the first grade.

"What story is Mr. Jinyao going to tell?" Chu Jiaqiang asked a child.

The guy shook his head: "I don't know! I can only ask Brother Haisheng, he should know. Usually he knows his teacher best. "This guy's brother Haisheng is actually the class leader, and the class leader is of course familiar with the teacher.

At this time, a child next to him broke the news: "Teacher Jinyao wants to tell two stories, I know one, it seems to be a cash cow, and the other I don't know." ”

"Cash cow? Haven't heard of it. Zhou Furong shook his head.

Chu Jiaqiang has listened to it several times, and it feels very interesting when he hears this story: "This is actually a story, a ......"

Chu Jiaqiang was just about to go down, when Mr. Liu came up from behind and glared at Chu Jiaqiang: "Are you here to listen to a story, or to tell a story?" ”

Chu Jiaqiang suddenly smiled, and then remembered that he was a little noisy. After telling the story myself, what will I tell at home?

Entering the classroom, at this time, all the students were crowded into a classroom, because there was little entry, so they didn't feel crowded, and Chu Jiaqiang waited to sit at the back.

Teacher Liu stood on the podium, coughed twice, and put on a picture of the lecture. It was the first time for Zhou Furong to listen to a story like this, and he thought that he should give some applause at this time, just like the leader's speech. So, a few people began to clap, but only a few of them applauded, and the others were stunned and did not move.

"Didn't you see the brewing at home? What do you clap? Chu Jiaqiang laughed and scolded.

Subsequently, Mr. Liu began to speak eloquently. First of all, the storytelling: words...... According to legend, a long time ago, in a village on the bank of the Songhua River in Northeast China, there lived a pair of kind farmers, and the old couple only relied on planting a few acres of thin fields

Maintaining a living, life is very hard, but the old couple is very willing to give, and they always help each other when they see difficulties in entering, and they are well-known for their good income.

One day, the farmer went out to collect firewood, and saw a ragged, hungry old man lying on the road. The old man saw that the old man was about to starve to death, so she quickly cooked the only bowl of rice in the house into porridge for the old man to eat, and the old man was full and energetic, looked at the farmer's home, and sighed: "You have lived such a hard life, and you have given me the only bit of rice to eat, I really don't know how to thank you."

Peasant woman: "Don't be grateful, the poor are a family, and if the family doesn't help, who else can help."

When the old man heard the peasant woman's words, he was very moved, took out a seed from his bosom, and handed it to the peasant woman, "This is the seed of an elm tree, plant it in the yard, and when it grows into a big tree, if you are in trouble and need money, shake the tree, and the money will fall, remember not to be greedy." The old man is gone.

The farmer planted the seed in the yard, and a tree grew. The old couple waited carefully, watered, weeded, and fertilized, and in a few years grew into a large tree with lush leaves, and what was even more strange was that strings of copper coins were competing on the tree.

Although they had this tree, the old couple still relied on farming to make a living, and only when they encountered great difficulties or helped not to enter, they dangled a few copper coins under the tree.

The news soon came out, and was known to a bully landlord in the village, who came to the farmer's house with his thugs and drove the farmer out and seized the tree.

The old landlord came to the tree, looked at the strings of copper coins on the tree, and shook the tree with his arms, and the copper coins on the tree fell like raindrops. The old landlord shook the tree, laughed and shouted: "I have made a fortune, I have made a fortune". The old landlord shook from morning to noon, and finally the old landlord and his thugs were buried with copper coins and crushed to death.

Since then, the tree has not lost money.

That year, there was a severe drought, and there was no grass in the fields, and the villagers were about to starve to death. A few naughty children in the village came to play under the tree, and saw that the tree had a bunch of green things, the children were curious, climbed the tree, looked at the strings of green things like copper coins, couldn't help but pick a few pieces and put them in their mouths, and it was slightly sweet, very delicious, and the children happily told Dajin.

The hungry villagers came to eat this green thing under the tree, and the strange thing was that after eating it, they did not feel hungry, but also full of energy. The whole village relied on this tree to survive the famine year.

Although the story is simple, Mr. Liu still used one lesson. He doesn't tell stories all the time, he has the essentials of it, so that those who listen to the story are intoxicated and their thoughts follow his story, which is the highest level of storytelling.

"Well, here's the story. Everyone knows what a cash cow is, right? Teacher Liu asked with a smile.

"Why does it sound so much like elm money?" Zhou Furong and the others roughly knew that Mr. Liu had to be elm money.

Chu Jiaqiang nodded, at this time, a child guessed it. In fact, in addition to entertainment, there is also a subtle telling to the children that they can't be too greedy, like an old landlord, and eventually die of money.