169. The first lesson

The Food Preparatory Committee, which was theoretically supposed to be a temporary sector, somehow took on a great deal of social responsibility.

The efficiency of this organization was surprisingly high, and the day after filling out the form, the husband and wife of the family of three were assigned to their respective positions and started a new life.

Their children are enrolled in the newly opened boarding school.

With anxiety about the future, the family of three starts a new life.

Among them, the husband's job is to recover materials from demolished buildings that can come in handy.

Naturally, the buildings that had survived the bombing could no longer be inhabited, because the basic structure had completely collapsed, so although these high-rise buildings still stood on the ground, their internal structures were already in disarray, and it was not surprising that they would collapse at any time, and in this case, people would not even dare to approach these buildings for fear of being crushed by a building that did not know when it might collapse.

Now the husband of the family of three is responsible for cleaning up the buildings after they were demolished, sorting and collecting the steel bars inside the buildings, as well as a host of other things that can be used, after the violent demolition of some human demolition machines.

Each of those muscular men was able to send a shockwave from the palm of his hand, and this incident made the man refresh his worldview.

The wives of a family of three were assigned to logistics work, and most of the women born before the war had literacy skills, although they were degraded by the difficult life after the war, but they were not so simple and forgotten skills, and front-line work required a lot of logistical support, and it was a large number of women who were responsible for these logistics work.

Most of the women who were liberated after Zhang Wuxing destroyed the Kingdom of God are now doing logistical work, while some of the other women are like wives in a family of three who come from citizens who have been expropriated for food.

In this organization, what people can feel the most is absolute order and long-lost fairness.

Just like the committee advertised, according to need, according to work, more work, no deduction, no difficulty, everyone can get the corresponding food according to his labor position, the order of the public canteen is maintained by those strong muscular men, and no one can make small moves under the noses of these muscular men.

There are always people in this world who are not afraid of death trying to challenge the rules, muscle men will tell them why your dad is called your father, no one can make things happen in front of muscle men, and although the internal whistleblowing system makes interpersonal relationships appear increasingly tense, but they have had enough of the era of the jungle, people who want to live a serious life in this system understand the importance of maintaining order, and only those who have lost order will understand how important order is, People who once could not protect even the most basic rights and interests of human beings obviously understand how valuable it is for this new organization to treat these weak people as human beings, and as long as the superiors who control this organization are willing to listen to the voices of the weak, then these weak people will be desperate to find out all the moths that try to harm the organization.

The only concern for the family of three is what kind of life will happen to their children in boarding school.

What kind of life does the child live in school, does he endure hardships, what kind of education does he get, and whether he will be forced to indoctrinate some bad thoughts, with such apprehension, the family of three gets a special vacation.

In fact, not only them, but everyone who participates in the labor force has such a holiday, which can visit the school on a certain day.

Teacher Hanzel walked into the classroom with his textbook in his hand and began his first class at this school.

Before the war, Mr. Hanzel was a teacher, but at that time, Hanzel was not so concerned about his work.

For him, teaching is a simple, boring job, without any special meaning, just according to the script, day after day, year after year, the noisy bear children are annoying, and dealing with parents is even more headache, if it were not for the winter and summer vacations, and a decent social status, Hanzel may not have chosen the profession of teacher at all.

Because of such a specialty, under the arrangement of the organization, he returned to the classroom and faced the students, and Hanzel felt as if he was in a dream.

The chalk in his hand wrote his name on the blackboard, and because he had not written for a long time, the otherwise beautiful handwriting became crooked, which made Hanzel feel like a world away from home again.

Standing on the podium, Han Zel looked at the children under the podium as if in a dream, as if returning to the old era.

But after all, it was different, the quiet children under the podium, wearing patched clothes, looked dirty, and they were completely different from the noisy bear children who used to be.

Most of these children, who were born during or after the war, did not understand the meaning of school, and were ignorant of the common sense that they should have learned.

They didn't know what school was, they didn't know what learning was, they didn't know why they were sitting here, and the children who had left their parents even had a fear of Hanzel standing in front of them, and they sat in their seats silently, their tense little faces full of tension and seriousness.

Looking at these distressingly ignorant children, Hanzel had the idea that he had only come up in his first year of teaching, and that he wanted to teach them something useful, rather than just a scripted work.

"Classmates." He told the children in the podium: "You may not understand what it is to be able to sit here and attend a class. I will not reproach you, because no one has ever told you this, and as a teacher, I don't know what the future holds, but even if it is only one day, I hope that I will be able to teach you what I know, and that it will be beneficial for you in the future. ”

"Now please open your textbooks and we'll get to work."

The textbooks are copied by hand, and the women workers in charge of logistics are very enthusiastic about their work, after all, there are many children here who want their children to have a good learning environment.

"Let's start class", this sentence was said countless times by Mr. Hanzel in the pre-war years, and after a few years, in this humble classroom, he said it again.

With these words, like some kind of switch, the memory kept flowing out, Hanzel never realized that it was such a happy thing to be able to stand on the podium and lecture, never thought that he would have such a degree of enthusiasm for this job, a sense of mission spurred him, so that he kept speaking, without any perfunctory, even if his mouth was dry, he did not want to stop, as if he wanted to stuff all the knowledge into the heads of all the students under the podium in a short time.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Han Zel was stunned, and his face turned pale.

The precariousness of life has taught him that there is no such thing as a fixed future.

Today may be his first class at this school, but it could also be his last.

He said to the students in the podium: "Students, listen to me a little more, just talk a little bit, and wait until I finish this part before the class ends." ”

In the past, Mr. Hanzel regarded his rest time as more important than his life, he is the type who will never drag the class, of course, he will never answer students' questions after class, occasionally when handling some private matters, he will even quietly let students study on their own, but this time, he hopes that the bell of class can ring later, and he hopes that he can talk more, so that these children in front of him can listen more.

When the school was opened for a tour, what those who came to visit saw was such a serious and unperfunctory teaching scene. Anyone can feel the enthusiasm of Mr. Hanzel through the class.

"It's been a long time since I've seen anything like this." Kenjiro, who also came to visit, looked at Bart and Xiaoling who entered the school with a soft face.

Bart is probably the most active bad boy in the classroom, and Xiao Ling is as quiet as ever, quietly listening to the teacher's explanation on the podium, and after discovering Kenjiro who is visiting, Xiao Ling shows a sweet smile.

Many visitors were in tears, and the school reminded them of a bygone era.