When I came to the school, sure enough, there were only a dozen or twenty naughty children sitting in the whole school, and most of them didn't arrive, so it wasn't that Zhang Jie didn't want to go to them, but I really didn't know where the rest of the students lived.

After entering the school, Zhang Jie said:

"If you know where your classmates live at home who didn't come, you might as well run more when class ends at noon, inform them to come to class, let's leave it like this for the time being, if you don't come, you will make up for the missing classes later, you who come to the school, you must prick up your ears and listen to the class, you can't just because the old master is not there, you have the idea of playing, tell you, the teaching stick in my hand has not fallen into anyone's hands for a long time, I don't want to be taken out by me to open the knife, just give me the mind back, listen to the class!"

Zhang Jie knew the progress of the old master's teaching, but in a few days, the old master who was ill couldn't teach much.

Today, I plan to teach them to read and write, only if they have learned all the words, then it is possible to learn by themselves, and in the future, even if the husband is not there, they can learn independently, instead of taking a vacation immediately if no one teaches them, as they are now.

"It is writing, first of all, the sitting posture must be upright, not sitting crooked, remember, the body is not right, the word can not be perfect, the waist board is straight, the hand holding the pen must be correct......"

When Zhang Jie was demonstrating writing on the stage, he saw a naughty child running at the door in a panic, a simple man about twenty-four or five years old accompanied by him, the child Zhang Jie recognized that it was a child in the school, and the man should be the father of the student.

Originally, a child like Zhang Jie was just twelve years old, and when he saw a man in his twenties who could play soy sauce, he at least respectfully called his uncle, but now, sitting on this three-foot podium, there was a group of young students looking at him with blank eyes.

Therefore, Zhang Jie just nodded at the late child and motioned for him to come in, but he ignored the man, and the honest man didn't care, but was slightly restrained in front of Zhang Jie, a little kid, grinned at Zhang Jie, told the child to go to class well, and then stepped back.

Zhang Jie didn't care about the man standing at the window, but continued to teach a group of children to write, and when he saw which student was not doing the right way to write, he patiently corrected it.

The children who just wrote were naturally taught some simple words, and when a large group of children could write out Professor Zhang Jie's words crookedly, many students came to the school one after another.

In the middle of the class, there were about thirty students sitting in the school, and I don't think Zhang Jie needs to bother more, these students will run to tell each other, and they will probably be able to come in the afternoon.

When I came to Li Fei, I saw the child writing and drawing there with a brush, but unfortunately, what he asked to write was not the words that Zhang Jie asked to write, but the graffiti on the rice paper like ghost drawings.

A piece of rice paper is so wasted, Zhang Jie is a little angry in his heart, if it is another child, Zhang Jie may be patient to teach him again, but for his little aunt's younger brother, Zhang Jie hopes that he can learn well, and it can even be said that the reason why Zhang Jie gave up his schoolwork and stood in this school is because of this kid, because he doesn't want to see his little aunt lost.

"Hand out!" Li Fei was one of the first dozen children, because Zhang Jie specially went to his house in the morning to inform him, so he also listened to Zhang Jie's lecture from beginning to end, but this kid still wrote the words as ghost drawings, which made Zhang Jie very annoyed.

When the child Nuo Nuo stretched out his little hand, Zhang Jie picked up the teaching stick and hit the child's little hand three times, and suddenly, three red marks appeared on Li Fei's little hand.

Zhang Jie showed no mercy in these three times, just like the three marks left on his little hands mercilessly when the third uncle taught him to read, the child's little hands will definitely be swollen, but the difference is that the third uncle beat himself back then, purely to let himself quit, with the intention of beating himself.

And he beat this kid purely out of anger, because the kid said that when he grew up, he would take his seventh sister home, and the family would be reunited.

But with his attitude, where did he get the capital to take his seventh sister home!

"You know you're wrong!"

Zhang Jie's face was very scary, and even the dozen or so adults who didn't go back felt abrupt when they sent their children to class outside the window.

The first group of children in the school didn't dare to breathe at this time, for fear of angering Mr., and then their little hands were beaten.

"Woooooooo......oo

I don't know if it's wrong, but after a few boards, I don't know if it's painful or scared, in short, Li Fei, who was beaten on the board, cried, and didn't dare to cry loudly, just twitching there as if he was wronged.

twitched the corners of his mouth, this was the first time Zhang Jie faced a child crying in class, there was a large group of villagers watching outside the door, Zhang Jie knew that at this time, he should actually teach Li Fei well, take advantage of this time to teach him a life lesson, and then enlighten him well, I can't say that a good child who has lost his way is born like this.

But this is just thinking about it, in this school, this is not a good thing, at least, the old master has never wasted his tongue in saying anything more when he encounters this situation.

At this time, it was impossible to delay the schoolwork of the remaining dozens of children for the sake of a Li Fei, and after a few words of comfort, he found that the child not only did not stop, but cried more and more, which not only made Zhang Jie annoyed, but also a group of students in the school had no intention of attending class, and they all looked at him with blank eyes.

"Take your book and go home to your father!"

This is the old master's way of dealing with it, and now it is used by Zhang Jie, driving the child out of the school, Zhang Jie said to the remaining dozens of students:

"You have to look like you are in class, don't be in class, but you don't know where to run, you want to play, wait until Mu Xiu has fun, since you are in the school, then you have to study hard, and then let me find out who dares to be absent-minded, all of them will go back to your father and mother!"

Mr. is teaching a group of children in the school, there is nothing abnormal about this, as for the disobedient children being beaten in the palm of their hands, what, do you have any reason for Mr. to beat you? Hitting you is for your own good, and you dare to cry? When you cry, you will fight hard, and when you will stop crying, it will be over.

The window was originally lying on the stomach of more than a dozen parents who sent their children to each other, and they knew that there was nothing to worry about, Mr. who beat people, that is, Mr. Good, and handed over the child to such a gentleman, and I was relieved, as for if my baby was kicked out by Mr. like this, I didn't say a word, I could first beat the child hard, and then apologize to Mr.

The autumn wind in October blew from the window, and the wind that had a trace of coolness blew away the trace of fire in the heart, and the school once again sounded the voice of Mr.'s teaching, the voice was crisp, and there was a little childish taste, and there were dozens of straight waists under the stage, and the children who sat on the board were neat, and dozens of children were writing handwriting one by one, writing the future, and writing the future!