As for the last male student, Song Yahui, it was a surprise to Jiang Xinyu and the others. This student simply felt that going to school was difficult and mathematics was difficult and he couldn't learn it. Jiang Xinyu didn't know his grades yet, but Song Guifang, as the class teacher, knew it.
When the three of them found Song Yahui, he came out of the forest belt with a gray face but happily leading a group of kids. He looked like a king of children, holding a rabbit with an injured leg in his hand, and the smile on his face was extremely bright.
Jiang Xinyu felt a little angry. The two girls just now obviously wanted to continue going to school, but they couldn't because of their family circumstances.
As for this classmate Song, he looked so careless and only focused on having fun. It was so unpleasant to look at.
As Song Yahui's class teacher, Song Guifang shouted angrily.
Song Yahui subconsciously felt short of breath when he saw the teacher. After all, he was naughty and mischievous in school, and he was often scolded by the teacher.
Song Guifang directly grabbed him in front of his parents and said, "Uncle, aunt, if he doesn't want to go to school, you just let him go?"
Song Yahui's parents said: "We ask him to go to school, but he doesn't go, even if he kills him, he won't go. He can't learn. What should we do?"
Song Yahui shouted: "It's too difficult. I can't learn it at all. I'm not that material!"
Jiang Xinyu was a little angry: "You are not the material for going to school. What kind of material are you? The material for digging excrement?"
He couldn't even learn the knowledge in junior high school. She felt that he didn't take his studies seriously at all.
Luo Yuan was even amused by Jiang Xinyu.
When Song Yahui saw Jiang Xinyu, whom he didn't recognize, he scratched his head and said sincerely: "I'm not very good at picking up feces."
"Then what do you do?"
Song Yahui thought about it seriously and shook the rabbit in his hand, "I can catch rabbits, I can also pick out wild eggs, and I can even better catch them in the fields."
"Then what do you want to do in the future? What can you do?" Jiang Xinyu asked seriously.
Song Yahui was only thirteen years old. He tilted his head and wiped the sweat from his head and said, "When you grow up, you will find a wife, have children, and go to the fields to earn work points."
Jiang Xinyu felt that if you asked rural boys what they wanted to do in the future, most of them would give answers like Song Yahui.
They have never seen the vast world outside, and their spiritual and material poverty make them seem to live just to find a wife and have children to carry on the family line. This has been created by the times, and it must rely on social development to reverse it.
Song Yahui glanced at Jiang Xinyu and asked Song Guifang: "Teacher Song, who is she? Why haven't I seen her before?" She is so beautiful. He has never seen anyone so beautiful. She is prettier than Teacher Xie, and it is so refreshing.
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Song Guifang said to Song Yahui and others: "This is the new teacher in the school. His surname is Jiang. He teaches mathematics, physics and chemistry."
Jiang Xinyu said to Song Yahui with a serious face: "You must report to school next week."
Song Yahui scratched his head and said awkwardly: "But I can't learn."
Jiang Xinyu didn't know where she got the sense of responsibility, "I will teach you! As long as you study hard!"
She was suffocating in her heart. She originally only considered going to school as a teacher this year as a transition. She would be paid and could review easily. Of course, she would teach students well in class. But what she saw and heard today made her breakthrough again.
Her understanding of this era was in conflict with the education and ideas she had received in the past, and she suddenly felt more responsible as a teacher.
Song Yahui hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "Okay."
Seeing that the new teacher was so pretty, he reluctantly tried his best.
Song Yahui's parents thought that the sun was rising in the west. They chased this brat a few days ago and ran for two miles without him going to school. Now they are relieved.
"We Yahui will trouble you from now on."
Jiang Xinyu looked serious, "What's the trouble? What can a half-grown boy do if he doesn't go to school? Only after he goes to school will he have the opportunity to go to the city."
After separating from Song Yahui's parents, Song Guifang took the two of them back to her parents' house for a drink.
Her stepmother was cooking, and she didn't ask Song Guifang to stay at home for a meal before leaving, which showed that the relationship was very ordinary.
The three students managed to persuade one of them today, and it was not considered a failure.
Song Guifang was very familiar with the place where she grew up, so she took the two of them to pick wild peppercorns and red dates.
You can also eat the red dates in Jiang Xinyu’s yard, but she doesn’t want too little of them. After they are dried, they can be eaten for a long time, and they can also be exchanged for money when made into red date cakes.
Last night, Song Guifang specially asked the two of them to bring cloth bags with them, so that they might be able to pick something up on the way back.
In addition to red dates and Sichuan peppercorns, walking half a mile along the way to the foot of the short mountain, there are actually two wild chestnut trees. The trees are not small, with lush branches and many fruits, and they look to be quite old.
Jiang Xinyu was so happy that she only regretted that the cloth bag she brought was not enough. She could make chestnut cakes or stew chicken with this stuff. It would also be great to make sugar-fried chestnuts as snacks. Even without adding sugar, this stuff would be good on its own.
It also has a sweet taste and is very fragrant when cooked.
Luo Yuan climbed up the tree and threw it down. The two of them had a great time picking it up.
"Sister Song, is there anything else around here?"
Jiang Xinyu is looking forward to picking more wild apple trees and pear trees and putting them back to eat for a long time.
Song Guifang shook her head and said: "Going further east of the brigade, there are a few apple and pear trees over there, but they are all picked before they are ripe every year."
Luo Yuan's palms were pricked by hairy chestnuts and turned red. Seeing that the three cloth pockets were full, he jumped down from the tree and patted himself.
After tying the cloth bags, the three of them continued on their journey.
Song Guifang's family was from the Advance Brigade. Luo Yuan was going back to the commune. Jiang Xinyu and Luo Yuan sent Song Guifang to the Advance Brigade. Her family members all went to work. They drank water at her house and ate multigrain pancakes with pickles.
Go back and keep walking.
At a fork in the road, Jiang Xinyu and Luo Yuan waved their hands and walked in the direction of Wuliqiao Brigade.
She returned home with a full load today. When she got home, she first divided out a bag of chestnuts and gave them to Chen Yi's family.
Chen Yizheng was sweating profusely while laying floor tiles in the small house in the courtyard, and there was a lot of dust on his body, but Widow Wang was not there.
She chattered about today's situation, and then said: "There are still a lot of chestnuts on the tree. Should we go and pull some back?"
Chen Yi said: "When I finish my work, I will take Xiaochuan with me."
He has been to all the villages in the commune, and he can still find the places she mentioned.
"Xiaochuan? Yuan Chunhua's eldest son?"
He said "Yeah" and said, "That boy is quite capable. The captain assigned him to the pig pen. My mother said that he can withstand twelve baskets of pigweed in one day. He will be credited with five work points."
Speaking of Fang Xiaochuan, it is inevitable to talk about the fact that Fang Xiaochuan's younger brother was taken away this morning.
Jiang Xinyu was a little sad.
The things of this era always break through her cognition, people's poverty, helplessness, the deep-rooted thought of favoring boys over girls...
It's a pity that she doesn't know much about agriculture, and she doesn't have the ability to change the current situation of this era. At most, she can improve her family's conditions, but there seems to be nothing else she can do.
"Why are you still laying floor tiles? It's a waste of money. You won't be able to live here for long anyway. When you have money later, you can build a new brick house or a country house?"
Jiang Xinyu said it very easily, as if she could easily earn the money to build a small villa. Mainly because subconsciously, she did not regard this small shabby house as her future home.
Chen Yi was speechless. Who was he laying the floor tiles for? Did he not want her to live more comfortably in the future?
If the roof is not repaired, it will leak when it rains. If the floor is not paved, if it leaks, the floor will be muddy.