Chapter 20 Arithmetic is about fast

The night shrouded the mountain village, except for the classroom in the junior primary school, the village was pitch black.

Song Yi came out of his home, and his heart seemed to be ignited, and the night wind could not be blown out.

He stood at the office gate and looked at the school classroom door from afar. As usual, Zhou Zhiqing stood on the podium and surrounded a group of people.

What is different from usual is that there is no tall and thin figure in the crowd standing silently at the outermost point.

Four oil lamps were lit in the classroom, but they were not very bright.

The primary school of the production team only teaches until the third grade, so it is called junior high school.

The brigade's primary school is taught until the fifth grade and is called Gao Primary School.

Nearly half of the production team were illiterate. The village school organized members to get rid of their blindness at night, and educated youth who went to the countryside to study for the lectures.

Near the podium were some teenage girls in their teens, and there was an oil lamp on the desks on both sides of the middle section.

That was the territory of young women.

They didn't come for learning knowledge either.

Everyone needs lighting when they have a needlework basket, sew clothes, and soles of shoes.

I don’t want to light kerosene lamps at home, this is a good place to go.

Sister Lin Yuzhu sat in the last corner and had no interest in the lively atmosphere of the family and family in front.

Taking advantage of the dim light, Lin Yulan was filling the hole in her knees with her pants. She supported her chin boredly, quietly listening to the members' conversations, occasionally learning a word or two, lowering her head to ask Lin Yuzhu's specific meaning.

Language is the bridge of communication, and she learned two universal dialects here.

none of your business.

It's nothing to do with me.

Liu Xiaohong was beaten up by the Lin sisters at noon, but she didn't dare to tell anyone about such embarrassing things. She turned around from time to time and sucked their eyes hard and spit on the ground.

"I can't beat the chicken, but I can't beat it, and I like to provoke it!" Lin Yulan curled her lips and spit out a dialect.

Lin Yuzhu raised her eyebrows and couldn't laugh or cry.

Learning the language of a place is indeed the most appropriate and easy-to-read words to learn.

The noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and the sound of running and moving the stool were intertwined.

She didn't have to look up and knew that it was Song Yi who came. Only he could save the scene and no one dared to jump in front of him.

He glanced around expressionlessly, his eyes stopped on Lin Yuzhu's head for a short time, then walked up to the podium and opened the workbook to start arranging the production tasks for the next day.

The recent farm work has been arranged before transplanting rice seedlings, and there are basically no major changes. As long as one person in each family hears it.

Lin Yulan's division of labor was adjusted and changed to sending seedlings. He also added the afternoon labor points that were forcibly deducted by Liu Gongshu, and the annotation had been approved.

"Zhou Zhiqing, you can start teaching."

He walked down the podium with amazement, striding towards the last line, dragging a stool to sit down next to the wall.

"What are you looking at! Look ahead!"

The members were scolded and sat down quickly.

Lin Yuzhu was also so sharp that she touched her nose by him, and withdrew her gaze and continued to repair her pants.

Song Yi sat in the center line, and glanced to the right and could see Lin Yuzhu leaning against the wall for needlework.

He frowned, and wanted to say a few words to her but was afraid of attracting more attention to her.

In the morning, I also said that I worked hard to study hard, and now I am exactly the same as those women doing needlework, and I don’t care what Zhou Zhiqing is teaching at all.

He stared at her with a serious look on his face.

The feeling of being stared at was very strong, and Lin Yuzhu just didn't look up and looked at him, so she would do whatever she should do.

If it weren't for the light here, she wouldn't bother to make up for second-grade arithmetics.

In terms of teaching level, Zhou Zhiqing is just a level of playing with mud, and can only follow the arithmetic textbook on the podium and follow the textbook.

However, Song Yi did not have any high demands on him. As long as he could teach these members who missed the opportunity to go to school, the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Lin Yulan was even more bored than her, so she simply took the pencil with a bamboo tube and painted it on the yellow straw paper.

"Hongwei Primary School invites old poor peasants to tell their family history. Among them, 48 people participated in the first grade and 47 people participated in the second grade. How many people participated in the first and second grades?"

Zhou Zhiqing was writing and reciting. After writing, he knocked on the blackboard with chalk, turned around and smiled, "Who can come up to answer the questions?"

The eyes swept to Liu Xiaohong, who was confident in his face, raised his hands high, twitched the corners of his mouth, and disgust flashed in his eyes.

After sweeping around, a kind smile on his face, "Song Erdou, how about you?"

Song Erdou impatiently threw down the knife and the small wooden stick, rolled his eyes, and walked up to the podium with his straw sandals to take the chalk.

I narrowed my eyes and reviewed the board, and wrote 48+47=100 on the blackboard. I dropped the chalk tip and ran back to my seat to continue peeling the wooden stick.

His front and back tables were filled with a few and a half-year-old boys, and they all approached and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's so amazing. It's not even a vertical line. Is it so fast?"

"Arithmetic is to be fast, you can't do it." Song Erdou sarcastically blew away the wood chips on the table.

Zhou Zhiqing smiled awkwardly, "It's calculated very quickly, but it's a bit inaccurate. Why don't you come up and calculate it clearly?"

"No time!" Song Erdou replied without looking back.

As Song Erdou was cutting, he suddenly felt as quiet as death around him. He immediately stood upside down. He covered the back of his head without thinking and jumped up to rush to the podium.

Song Yi stood by the desk with a dark face, took away the small items on his desk, turned around and returned to the end, turned around and glanced at Lin Yuzhu.

She had already collected the needle and thread basket, lazily put her elbow and chin on her cheek, looking at the podium with her eyebrows and eyes smiling.

Zhou Zhiqing was holding the blackboard to guide Song Erdou's vertical style.

Song Yi suddenly felt that her smile was a little dazzling, and cleared his throat regardless of slightness and severeness, "Cough!"

Many people looked back at him, including Lin Yuzhu.

"It's almost done, kerosene is expensive." He waved his hand to signal everyone to leave the class, concise and to the point.

It’s not that I go to school seriously, I’m picking a wick for kerosene lamp twice for about an hour, so I can calculate as much as I can learn.

When I listened to the class, the fastest ones were those half-aged and old.

The young women and girls were reluctant to leave, but Song Yi had already ordered the light to blow up, so he had to pack up his things and walk out.

The crowd scattered and went back to their homes.

There is no moon in the sky. Lin Yuzhu and Lin Yulan walked very slowly, and it was dark and bright. If you trip there, you would fall into mud.

As soon as he stepped on the stone steps, a flashlight shone on his back, Lin Yuzhu smiled with a pursed lips.

This person is really a scheming person. He obviously goes along the way, but he has to stagger the time to not go with them.

I don’t know what to do today, so I actually sat at the end to listen to the class. The naughty children and women were so honest.

"Why don't you listen today?" Song Yi followed them not far away, and his tone of questioning was very serious.

Lin Yuzhu burst out laughing and sighed that the world is really impermanent.

Unexpectedly, when she was teaching in the mountains, she would return to her as soon as she was taught.

"I'm so embarrassed to laugh! I wasn't very active before? What do you mean now? Do you give up? You didn't help others learn, you all learn it from your own!" He lowered his voice and scolded angrily.

Lin Yulan felt that she was being scolded again, and her eyes rolled around, patted Lin Yuzhu on the shoulder, and stepped on her legs and quickly moved away from the center of the storm.

If you die, I will not die. My sister is used to withstand the cannon fire attack.

Anyway, I'm almost home, so I'm so proud of it.

"It's not that I don't want to learn from Zhou Zhiqing~" Lin Yuzhu held the small basket and continued to walk up slowly.

Song Yi followed and only landed on a stone stairs behind her, "What's wrong with him? The junior high school graduates can't teach you?"

"I would rather listen to Teacher Zhong's lectures in Hakka than his foreign or non-local Mandarin." Lin Yuzhu's expression was faint.

She had a bad impression of Zhou Zhiqing, and he indirectly forced the original owner to death, which made him really annoyed.

"Teacher Zhong has to work when he goes back, correct homework, and prepare lessons every day. He doesn't have time to teach you."

Lin Yuzhu found that when he mentioned his first teacher, he had a very respectful attitude.

He bent his eyebrows and turned around and looked at him with a smile, "You are also in junior high school in the town, otherwise you will teach?"
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