Zhou Chujiang hurried to the village elementary school, and as soon as he entered the courtyard door, he saw the shadow disappearing by the door of the westernmost classroom, holding a small bean in his hand.

His eyes lit up, and he was just about to follow him when the door to the classroom was shut.

Close the door? Just closing the door, he is proficient in dozens of knocking techniques.

"Teacher Zhou, come over for a moment."

Before Zhou Chujiang could take the second step, Principal Wu blocked his way to demonstrate his knocking skills.

Zhou Chujiang reluctantly glanced at the closed classroom door, and walked in front of Principal Wu resignedly: "Principal Wu, is there something wrong?" ”

The corners of Principal Wu's mouth were smiling, as gentle as ever: "I came to talk to you about the teaching subjects." ”

This is a serious matter, and Zhou Chujiang can't deal with this no matter what he does.

He followed Principal Wu into an empty classroom, where Principal Wu sat down across from him and said, "As you can see, the five teachers in our school have already arranged substitute teaching subjects, and there is only one music class left that they can't teach me to be responsible for." ”

"Teacher Zhou is a high school Chinese teacher, teaching music is a bit condescending, I heard Lao Feng say that he often writes for the newspaper, so I wondered if I could let you open another composition class."

Principal Wu used a tone of asking for opinions, and looked at Zhou Chujiang's eyes with concern, for fear that he would be emotional.

Zhou Chujiang thought for a while and nodded: "I can teach composition class, but I heard Teacher Wang Dong say that the first-grade Chinese and arithmetic are taught by Teacher Lin, why don't I take another first-grade Chinese class?" ”

Principal Wu was still smiling, but his tone was extraordinarily affirmative: "That's not necessary, Nian He can do it, she has planned the teaching progress." ”

Zhou Chujiang wanted to fight for himself, but found that Principal Wu's eyes were extremely firm, and although he was still smiling, he looked completely non-negotiable.

He can only comfort himself - he also taught the first-grade composition class anyway, and he is not afraid that there will be no chance!

Zhou Chujiang wanted to make a good impression on Principal Wu, nodded neatly, and didn't talk nonsense.

Principal Wu felt that he was quite knowledgeable, and instead asked a few gossips about whether the accommodation was suitable or not.

The environment of the Ten Mile Brigade is actually better than that of most fellow villagers, but it is still incomparable with the Zhou family.

Zhou Chujiang briefly recalled the snoring and grinding sound of Datongpu last night, as well as the smell of feet that never went away, and shivered.

Principal Wu saw him like this and knew that he was not adapting, with an apologetic face, she said: "There is no teacher's dormitory in the school, if Teacher Zhou really can't adapt, you can go home to live, I can adjust it for you when I arrange the class schedule, and the first and last classes will not be arranged for you." ”

In some ways, Principal Wu is suffocatingly stubborn, but in others, she is extraordinarily tolerant.

When Zhou Chujiang heard this, he shook his head like a rattle: "That's no, no, really no, I can get used to it, how good it is to know the youth, I like to live and study with my comrades!" ”

Now that I live in a courtyard, if I go home to live, wouldn't it be farther away from Lin Nianhe?

Principal Wu: "......"

His expression just now really didn't look like that.

However, she didn't persuade much, but secretly decided not to schedule the first and last two classes for him, lest Zhou Chujiang would have to adjust the class schedule again if he couldn't stand it in the future.

Zhou Chujiang saw that Principal Wu stopped talking, and began to twist his ass as if there were nails on a stool.

Principal Wu was very understanding: "Then you go and prepare the content of the class, oh yes, there is no spare office in the school, other teachers are okay, they just stay in the class, as for you, I discussed with the captain, and the empty room in the team headquarters will be used as an office for you." ”

Zhou Chujiang originally wanted to say that he could also be in the classroom all the time, such as going to the first-grade classroom to squeeze in......

But looking at Principal Wu's eyes, he consciously didn't say this, but nodded: "Okay principal, I'll go if I'm familiar with the school." ”

"yes, okay."

Zhou Chujiang left the classroom and looked left and right, and there was not even a figure on the playground.

The start of school is imminent, and all the teachers are busy planning the teaching progress, even Wen Lan is busy asking Uncle Guan for more detailed farming knowledge, so as not to teach the children the wrong one when teaching labor lessons.

Zhou Chujiang held his work notes, rolled his eyes twice, and took the lead in finding Wang Dong.

"Teacher Wang Dong, I am about to be the composition teacher of the school, I want to understand the teaching plan of each class, and then cooperate with ......"

Zhou Chujiang is about to admire himself to death!

He could find such an impeccable reason, and he deliberately put Lin Nianhe at the end, so that she couldn't get rid of him on the grounds of "you go ask other teachers first".

Zhou Chujiang spent a total of forty-eight minutes with the other four teachers.

When he knocked on the door of the first-grade office with high spirits, before he could speak, Lin Nianhe said with a straight face: "Teacher Zhou, I am teaching Niu Wa, if there is nothing important, please don't bother." ”

Zhou Chujiang immediately explained: "The principal said that I should take the composition class, I just want to discuss with you the teaching progress and how to cooperate, then you are busy first, and we will talk about it in the afternoon." ”

Lin Nianhe was speechless.

She curled her fingers and knocked on the small wooden sign of "First Grade Class 1" hanging next to the door, reminding: "I teach the first grade, so naturally I have to start from scratch, and Teacher Zhou can plan according to his own teaching requirements." ”

Zhou Chujiang: "......"

That's right!

She teaches first grade!

Zhou Chujiang wanted to say something, but the door of the classroom was closed.

He was a little frustrated, but in an instant he coaxed himself again - it's okay, the future will be long!

But before the coming day arrived, he heard a powerful news:

"Teacher Lin, I bought rice, flour, grain and oil for your object, I went late last afternoon, and the meat and eggs were gone, I put aside the team to change a few for him to get over, and the rest of the money and tickets are for you."

As soon as Wu Genmao entered the school gate, he went straight to the first-grade classroom, and said to Lin Nianhe by the window as if he was invited.

Zhou Chujiang next to him was stunned.

What?

Object?

Lin Nianhe was also stunned.

Well?

Object?

Before Lin Nianhe could say anything, Uncle Xie Yufei behind him came in step by step.

Lin Nianhe was even more confused: "Xie Xiaosi, why don't you go to work and run our brigade?" ”

Look at his well-fed and energetic appearance, I feel that he is living a very nourishing life.

There was no need for Xie Yufei to speak, Wu Genmao hurriedly replied: "Teacher Lin, don't worry, Cao Shijian will work for Brother Xie!" Yesterday, the two of us cleaned up Brother Xie's dormitory, and the firewood and water were also ready. ”

Lin Nianhe: "......"

She closed her eyes and briefly summed it up:

Xie Si went to the countryside, some people cleaned up the dormitory, some people picked up firewood and water, some people sent grain, oil, rice and noodles, and some people worked for him.

Is this going to the countryside?

He's here to inspect grassroots work, right?

Suddenly, Lin Nianhe's jealousy was heavier than Zhou Chujiang's.

Xie Yufei put his hands in his pockets, slowly slipped to the window, took out two boiled eggs from his pockets and handed them to Lin Nianhe: "The boiled before leaving, it's still hot, you eat it while it's hot." ”

Lin Nianhe looked at the two round eggs and wanted to remind him-

It's her money for!

Wu Genmao: "Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, eat it, I specially cooked soft-boiled eggs!" ”

Lin Nianhe: "......"

Well, it's her little brother who cooked it.

(End of chapter)