Tugang Village Primary School is located in the northwest corner of the village, and it faces south from the north. To the east of the school are several ordinary farming families. Outside the west wall of the school is a small river ditch running north-south. It is said to be small because there is a Dasha River to the west. Although it is a small ditch, it is a gurgling water, and it has never stopped. There are all kinds of aquatic life in the water. The grass on both sides of the bank was more than a foot high, stretching from the shore to the water, and there were many frogs and water snakes hidden in the grass. People pass by the shore, and the sound of plopping and plopping diving is connected, and a layer of frogs immediately floats on the water. Of course, if you walk carelessly, you will have water snakes wrapped around your feet and necks, and the timid person will immediately be covered in a cold sweat.

To the north of the school is a field of crops as far as the eye can see. Because of the low-lying terrain, grass can be seen everywhere, and there are not only countless frogs in the grass, but also snakes that glow green. The chirping of frogs is like a concert that never stops. Not only did the snakes scurry, but they also used to come to the school to join in the fun, as if they wanted to take off their illiterate hats. Every day before students enter the classroom, the teacher always checks the classroom first, finds these uninvited guests, and invites them back to their original places.

In front of the school is an east-west street. Because the street is lower than the residential area, it is called Houlugou Street, and when it rains, the street becomes a river. In summer, there is often a body of water in front of the school, which is five or six meters wide below the foot level. When it rains, the water in this area is more than a foot deep, and the surface of the water reaches more than ten meters wide. Going to school with water is a normal thing in Tugang Village.

Our classroom is a south house, a blue brick house. There are only two small windows open to the courtyard, and the classroom is relatively dim and there is no electricity, so the teacher can only write the words on the blackboard to make up for the lack of light. Adults say the school was converted from a temple. In our eyes, the ingredients of the temple are no longer visible.

Our desk is a large wooden board one foot long, one foot wide, and one and a half inches thick. Obviously, this is sawn into several pieces from a large tree, each of which is a desk. The two ends were made of bricks, and they became the legs of the table. Wooden planks placed on the brick legs are our small desks. We sat on the small bench we had brought from home and listened to the teacher.

The classroom is not small, but there are only about 30 students seated. It's not that there are not enough students, it's that many children don't come to school.

In cultured families, children are naturally sent to school as soon as they reach school age. The family of uneducated parents is divided into two categories. A type of parent feels that he has no culture, and can no longer let the next generation be blind, needless to say, send their children to school when they are old. Another type of parent thinks that if you don't have the strength to work and eat, you can't live the same life if you don't study? Teachers come to the door to do the work, and they are willing to send their children to school. However, this kind of parents account for a large proportion, so although there are many children, the school seems to be very nervous. It is really not an easy task to change people's perceptions.

In class, we sit in such a simple classroom. After school, we put on our little school bags and went home with our little bench in our arms. At this time, only a few long wooden planks were left empty in the classroom.

We were also taught by a teacher Zhang. He was of medium stature, gray-haired, kind-eyed, and in his fifties. At that time, people in their fifties looked old, and they looked older than people in their seventies now. There was a lack of literate people in the countryside, and he still stood on the podium to impart cultural knowledge in his old age.

This teacher Zhang writes very well with a brush. Every year during the Spring Festival, writing couplets has become an important task for him. He wrote couplets that could be pasted across half the village. Especially after the twenty-third day of the lunar month, there was a long queue of people who came to his house to find him to write couplets. He wrote from morning to night, from the twenty-third day of the lunar month to the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. The sound of firecrackers in the Chinese New Year's Eve was in a string, and the family's Chinese New Year's Eve meals were about to be served, and he didn't dare to put away the four treasures of his study completely, because from time to time someone would come over and ask him to write a post or something......

Before the Chinese New Year, there will be a lot of things going on in every family. Not only could Mr. Zhang not help at home, but he also had to occupy a separate room to write couplets for the neighbors, and the brushes and ink for writing couplets were all bought by him out of his own pocket. But Mr. Zhang's family is very understanding and enthusiastic, and feels that they can provide some convenience for their neighbors, which is doing good deeds and doing good deeds, and no one complains about Mr. Zhang.

The person who asked the teacher to write the couplet was also very considerate of Mr. Zhang's family. As soon as they put the big red paper on the table, they helped the teacher's family with household chores, fetching water, cleaning the yard, cleaning inside and outside, picking and washing vegetables, and wherever they could reach out to help, someone reached out to help. This is called two good and one good, and everyone is happy.

There are two teachers in the school. This is on the older side, and we call him Mr. Zhang. The one who was relatively young and a big man took the initiative to tell us the story of "Sima Guang Smashing the Cylinder", and we called him Teacher Da Zhang.