People learn all their lives.

To study, there must be students, and there are many bachelors in the world, and there must be teachers.

It is human nature that the gentleman should teach the students.

Even in the poorest place, there are teachers, whether it is learning literature and teaching martial arts, it is the foundation of people.

As a result, there is an academy in Qingfeng Town, and there is a private school that has existed for a long time in a very remote mountain.

The private school is very dilapidated, and many of the black tiles are broken. But on rainy days, it doesn't leak, and the whole private school is boxy.

Although the house is not good, the tables, stools, and blackboard inside are very new, and some poor children will come here to study, just because there is no tuition here.

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"There are a lot of interesting things in the annals, not the exaggerated narratives of legends and glories, but the sporadic accounts of views on certain things that appear in history. ”

An old man looked at the few or so children under the podium and spoke his opening remarks slowly. He was not tall, and he even had his back slumped, and a crumpled linen robe was very eye-catching on his body.

He has a gentle eye on the children, and he is a private school teacher.

"What is this old man going to talk about today? I don't understand......

"Me too......" whispered to the children in the audience.

This is the new gentleman, and many of the previous gentlemen taught for a few days in the spirit of teaching and educating people, but they still left.

Because this is just a small earthen house, there is no so-called dean, only these children, although the children are very obedient, but there is no money to pay for these teachers, it is difficult to maintain their lives, they are not oracles, and the life they should live still has to live.

The children were very new to the new teacher, but they were not repulsed from the bottom of their hearts.

Because from the white gray coarse linen clothes washed by the teacher, they saw a lot of large and small holes, some of which were sewn well, and some of which had not yet had time to be sewn, which was very shabby.

Those holes can be said to be cracked by play, or they can be said to be caused by fights, and afterwards the mother will help them sew up a stitch and a thread, and maybe the mother will save some money to buy a new dress.

But what about sir?

Looking at the white clothes wrinkled and worn on the old man, they felt a little guilty, compared to the husband, it turned out that they were quite happy.

"It turns out that Mr. has had such a bad time. The children began to think like that, so they sat more upright and listened more attentively.

The old gentleman looked at the neat children who began to sit in the audience, and he was very satisfied and pleased.

So he let in a little boy at the door, who was a new student in the class and a student he had brought.

"You're the thirteenth student in the class now, tell us your name?"

"My name is Yu Sheng. The boy walked over to the podium and said.

"Don't you have anything to say?" said the old gentleman to him again.

"No, sir. He was polite, so he asked him to find a place to sit down, and he chose a place by the window, and the first lesson began.

The old gentleman continued to begin his lecture, more precisely to introduce himself.

"My surname is Xiao, and I will be your teacher from now on. The old gentleman looked at the children and said. He only said his last name, but not his first name.

This brought the children together, and finally a clever child said "Hello Teacher Xiao!", and the other children came to their senses and squeaked and squeaked.

Mr. Xiao smiled and picked up his book, which was the "Historical Classic". He began to explain and let the children take notes along with him.

His hand, which looked slightly dry, clutched the short piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard what he was going to teach the children today.

Because he was not tall and a little hunchbacked, he could only stretch his hands to the highest level on his tiptoes and write slowly.

Time always flies very slowly, and Mr. Xiao's chalk writing is also very slow, but the speed at which the children copy their notes is ...... Faster and faster.

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The wild flowers are gradually blooming, the dead trees are spring, and the wheat in the fields is cut one after another, and this spring breeze blows for three years.

"It's time for the kids to test, and they're still coming. ”

Old Mr. Xiao thought like this, and for a moment, he looked at the sky in the distance and didn't know what else to think, and was silent for a while.

Then he lowered his head and leaned down, dug up a wild ginseng with his hands, and put it in the basket on his back.

Then he remembered a boy.

"Who can say for sure in the future?" said that, he gradually walked like a private school, and his steps seemed to be lighter.

Before Mr. Xiao arrived at the private school, the classroom had already exploded, and the noise was non-stop.

They are always fourteen or fifteen years old, even if they have matured a little in the last three years.

"Why hasn't Mr. come here today?" muttered a girl in the front row. There were a lot of girls in the front row, but she wasn't the same. She is very cute, with long hair hanging down and a pair of eyes that seem to be talking, which makes the boys in the private school very obsessed, she is Qin Ye'er.

Then the children in the classroom began to talk about why the gentleman did not come.

"Hey, sir, you don't seem to be late since you started teaching us. A boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes slapped the table heavily and said, looking honest and responsible.

"Mu Meng, do you think that Mr. will be taken away by the red disgust in the mountains," said another boy in fear.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. is such a good person, and Hong Wei will not arrest him!" Mu Meng slapped the table again and objected.

Many of the boys agreed. Maybe it's to show manhood in front of girls, or maybe it's enough trust in Mr.'s character.

There was only one child in the corner who was silent, he didn't like to talk, and the behavior of those children was very childish in his eyes, although he was a child himself, but he was surprised that Mr. would be late today, and he knew that Mr. had always been self-disciplined, and such things would not usually happen, so something must have happened. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, so he looked out the window, and after a while, tired of it, buried his head in his arms and slept.

It began to rain lightly outside, and the sound of the rain could easily sweep the dust off the fallen leaves and disturb people's hearts.

So the children couldn't hide the worry in their eyes, and for the first time in three years, the husband was late, and they felt very strange.

A group of children are worried about the late arrival of the husband, which shows the place of the husband in their hearts.

It may seem naïve, but they ...... It's a child, and a child doesn't hide all his emotions, it's like a blank piece of paper, and only Mr.'s ink-stained brush can give them value.

Just when the children were helpless as they looked at the dripping rain outside the window, Mr. had arrived at the door at some point, and the linen clothes that were patched all over and were about to turn white were his logo.

The classroom fell silent, and all the children obediently sat in their seats, indicating that they were very peaceful, and only one person was so peaceful that he actually fell asleep.

Mr. Xiao looked at the child but was so happy that he ignored the rain on his body.

He knew he was going to get sick, the rain was cold, and he wasn't in good health.

But he still put down the basket on his body, turned around and walked to the eaves and stretched out his hand, cleaning the palm of the hand that had dug ginseng before.

Looking at the neatly seated children below, he slowly walked to the podium.

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"Kids, class. ”