novelbin Chapter 331 Rebirth 80 as a Supporting Teacher (7)
Chapter 331 Rebirth 80 as a Supporting Teacher (7)
Chapter 331 Reborn 1980 as a Supporting Teacher (7)
It is said to be an elementary school, but it is actually a one-story earth embryo house, about fifty or sixty square meters.
When Ling Lian and the others arrived, the house was almost built, only one roof was left to be repaired and added, and the windows and doors were not installed.
It was a shabby little house, and there was a place like a temporary warehouse next to it. Linglian thought that if he didn't guess wrong, it should be the place where he lived...
In the small yard, there were a few sheep tied to stakes grazing slowly, and a few roosters and hens scattered around the house, pecking at something to eat on the ground.
They are all free-range livestock raised by famous families in the surrounding villages, and no one cares about them, so they are very free and undisciplined.
A middle-aged woman came out from the back of the soil embryo house and carried the reconciled mud in a leather bucket. After seeing the village chief, she put the bucket at her feet and said hello to the village chief.
"Have all those people left?" the old village chief asked the woman, "Why are you alone?"
"Didn't it rain heavily yesterday? Those people went to the fields to take care of their own seedlings, so they didn't come. I didn't have any seedlings to take care of in the field, so I came to help."
After finishing speaking, she asked again: "Who did the village chief bring here?"
"Teacher, I just came here."
"Oh, it's the teacher!" The woman said, wiping her muddy hands on her dirty clothes, trying to shake hands with the two.
But later she found that the dirty things on her hands could not be wiped clean, so she could only smile at Ling Lian and Zhao Jianguo with some embarrassment, and stood not far from them and said, "My name is Wang Qiaoer."
The old village head said that Wang Qiaoer contributed the most to the construction of the school.It is moving bricks and mud and carrying logs to dig holes.Don't look at her as a woman, but she does all kinds of dirty work very well.
Seeing this, Ling Lian and Zhao Jianguo wanted to help together, but they were stopped by Wang Qiaoer: "You cultural people are delicate and tender, how can you do this kind of rough work, let me do it. If the two teachers are tired If something goes wrong, then I will be guilty."
Wang Qiaoer said nothing to let Ling Lian and Zhao Jianguo touch the things placed around the soil cultivation room, but there is no way for the two young people to stand like this when they come here.
So Zhao Jianguo pushed his glasses aside again, and said, "I don't see anything in the earthen room. What about those tables and chairs?"
Wang Qiaoer scratched her head, and said with some embarrassment: "This... then let the children take it at home, and we can't afford those things. Children's homes should have stools and tables..."
"But everyone's desks and chairs are different in height, and the uneven height difference will affect the quality of teaching. Is there any wood here? I can help make the desks and chairs."
Ling Lian was a little surprised while listening: "I didn't expect you to be a carpenter?!"
Zhao Jianguo glanced at her: "There are still many things you don't know about me."
When Wang Qiaoer heard that Zhao Jianguo made the table and chairs, she nodded in surprise and joy: "There must be wood, I will find it for you, if you need to chop wood or something, just tell me, I will give it to you." Dry!"
In the end, Wang Qiaoer didn't know where to drag back many thick and long logs, and she didn't know where the strength in the woman's small body came from.
It's real wood, without any processing.
Fortunately, the old village chief's house was well equipped with all kinds of saws, machetes, screws, and the like, which made it easier for Zhao Jianguo to start making tables and chairs.
Ling Lian was not allowed to do heavy work, and he was not good at carpenter's work, so he stood next to Zhao Jianguo, wanting to help him.
As a result, people dislike her for not being able to do anything, and she is easy to cause trouble for herself.
Zhao Jianguo pointed to the village head's house not far away: "We have books for teaching in our luggage. Ask the village head's house if there is any paper for copying."
There are no tables and chairs in this place, let alone those books.
Usually in this kind of place to support education, those children have no books, they just pick up a slate and a small stone that can draw something by themselves.
The teacher writes on the blackboard on the podium, and the students draw on the slate below.
Knowing how to write the names of the whole family and some simple words about livestock and grain feed is enough for this life.
But to Zhao Jianguo and Ling Lian, they didn't plan that way at first.
Now that they have come to this poorest place, they have the absolute confidence and sense of responsibility to teach the children, teach them well, and teach them out of this closed and barren mountain.
So of course the most critical teaching materials cannot be solved hastily.
She followed the system's prompts and asked the village chief for several stacks of thick yellow rough paper.
The paper is a bit inferior, and it's a little bumpy to the touch, but it's better than nothing.
They brought textbooks for grades one through six.
Ling Lian went to elementary school, but this was different from the textbooks Ling Lian used to use.
They are very thin, with black and white illustrations next to a short text, and then a few large characters that are required to be learned.
Zhao Jianguo asked Ling Lian to help copy the book...
He does physical activities, and Linglian does mental and manual activities.
Of course, there is no need to draw illustrations. Fortunately, the three main textbooks of Chinese, Mathematics and English that they brought did not have many words. Except for a few texts in Chinese, everything else was fine.
The village chief said that more than 20 children had signed up here.So Linglian had to copy more than 20 different books.
Although it seemed that the amount was not much, at the end of the copy, Ling Lian felt that one hand was almost numb.
Zhao Jianguo made a few tables and it was already dark. The two of them lived in the village chief's house during the period when the primary school was not repaired.
The village was connected to electricity, but the power was not very strong. The small yellow light bulb hanging from the roof still dimmed the whole house.The shadow on the book is a mass of black, and I can't see anything clearly.
Zhao Jianguo saw that Ling Lian was still lying on the small table on the kang, "scrambling to write", so he walked over and took the pen away from Ling Lian's hand, sighed: "Although you were asked to copy the book, you were not allowed to write for a day. Copy it all in one breath. Writing under such a dim light is not good for your eyes, so don’t worry about writing it again tomorrow.”
After finishing speaking, he picked up the paper that Ling Lian had copied and took a look at it.
"What's that expression on your face..." Linglian looked at the man whose expression became unusually subtle after picking up the paper she was writing on with a dark face.
Zhao Jianguo smiled slightly, and said, "Your father is a teacher. You were born in a scholarly family, and you majored in literature in college... I thought your handwriting would be a little better than mine."
Ling Lian couldn't help rolling her eyes.
(End of this chapter)