Fifty-nine Dragon Scale Four

"Do you know if you are going to be a teacher?"

"Who doesn't know, but I envy my daughter-in-law to death. What if I envy you? They are educated youth from the city. After studying, no matter how envious they are, they will not have the fate."

"I heard that the commune primary school pays seven yuan a month and says that you won't have to go to work in the future."

"Oh my God, the salary is too high, isn't it just like eating a public meal?"

"Oh, what a good luck, you said that Old Man Fan's family has been separated, why are you getting better and better?"

"I'm sorry, what's the use of living a good life? I've just given birth to a girl movie. I can support them in the future. When I get married, I'll have nothing. I'm asking me to tell Fan Aidang's family that needs to save money and keep it for the couple to get old."

"Oh, that's right, although my daughter-in-law has no ability and can't read and write, she is at least very good at having a good time and has given birth to five fat boys in one go. The family is about to be eaten up."

Wan Yuan, who is at the center of discussion among villagers, has accepted the invitation from the commune primary school and has become a glorious primary school people's teacher.

When she was in the capital, she was well-informed with her parents. She knew how to educate students. She really didn't know if she didn't come. She was shocked. The overall level of teachers in this commune primary school was relatively low. I really can't blame the Tiedans and the three brothers for taking the exam last semester. The teachers did not know how to teach, the students did not know how to learn, and how could the grades be good, and the villagers were even less willing to waste the money and send their children to school.

But it was precisely because she was now a teacher at the commune elementary school and was a little far from home, so she went in the morning and came back after school in the afternoon. She basically walked with the three Tiedan brothers, and she could educate her while walking, checking their memorization and arithmetics. If Fan Aidang didn't live in the afternoon, she would come to pick her up.

There are six grades in the school, some of which are one class, some of which are two classes, and there are about 500 students in the school. All the children in the commune are here, not the ones who are not old or who are not allowed to attend. In the past two years, when the five-year system was changed to the six-year system, many parents of fifth-year students came to the school to protest, saying that they wanted to study for their children in elementary school. Unexpectedly, the school suddenly added a year to them and they disagreed, which made the principal laugh and cry. How could he have such great power? He said that he would go to school for a few years.

Because of his excellent professional level, Wan Yuan was assigned to the fifth and sixth grades to teach mathematics.

The sixth grade students can take the junior high school entrance exam. If they pass the exam, they can go to the commune middle school opposite the primary school. However, most students don’t have this idea. Nowadays, the primary school graduation qualifications are already very good. The village captains, accounting, etc., and some have never attended the primary school. As long as they know how to do arithmetic and abacus, they can be done.

Wan Yuan deeply felt the current anxious educational environment, with backward faculty and almost no teaching equipment, and students even learn when they want to learn, and they don’t want to learn. Parents are even less concerned about their grades. Everyone is a loyal supporter of the theory of uselessness.

The principal does nothing else every day, even if he wanders around in the villages under the commune with children of school age, his mouth is worn out and he can't attract a few students. He sighs every day, and people in his early forties look like those in his fifties, and his hair is gone.

Wan Yuan's arrival was a stream of fresh air injected into the commune elementary school. She was knowledgeable, qualifying and insightful, and took the initiative to discuss with the principal and proposed the concept of teacher training. At this time, the teachers in the commune elementary school were basically either educated youth or taught in the school after graduating from junior high school. Almost no one had the idea of ​​teaching and educating people, just to work and get a salary.

As a child who cannot live without her mother, Linglong was of course taken to school by Wanyuan.

Such a cute little guy is completely different from the group of black, fucking and thin slugs. The teachers in the same office like Linglong very much. If Wanyuan goes to class, they will all compete to help her take care of the children. Even when the principal is fine, he plays with Linglong, constantly saying that when Xiaonan grows up, she must study hard, so that she can have a way out.

In fact, the principal himself doesn’t know whether there is a way out for reading, but he still wants the children to read more and read more. How can there be any harm?

Sometimes the teachers have classes, Linglong just stayed alone in Wan Yuan’s seat, putting her little head on the table, and putting a spread out textbook in front of her.

The principal just came back from outside that day. As soon as he entered the office, he found that there was no one, only Yi Xiaonan. He smiled and touched Linglong's little head, "What are you reading? It's still a sixth-grade textbook. Can you understand it?"

He was joking, but Xiaonan replied "I understand" in a silly voice

The principal didn't think much about it, but thought Xiaonan was so strong. A child of this age thought he was self-righteous and understood everything. He picked Linglong up and put it on his lap, opened the textbook and pointed at him and asked, "I understand, then you can read it to the teacher, what is this word?"

Linglong said "carved" loudly

The principal read the article is a very famous fable, carving a boat and asking for a sword, but the Chinese textbooks for the sixth grade are no longer marked. Many children read it stumblingly. A small text of hundreds of words is a little bit ridiculous. The principal felt it was strange. He pointed to a few more words and Linglong recognized it. The principal asked Linglong to read the text for him with excitement. The little girl in his arms was chubby and heavy, and her little breasts were a little confused, but she read it very fluently and smoothly, without the words falling off or intermittently.

When the teachers came back from get out of class, they saw that the principal who was always quiet and serious on weekdays was so excited that his scalp that he had lost his baldness seemed to be red.

"Teacher Wan, your little girl is amazing," the principal slapped the table, "You can read the sixth grade text at such a big age. This is a little prodigy. Tell me quickly, how do you educate me?"

Wan Yuan knew when she looked at the open textbook on the table. Sometimes the teachers had classes, leaving only a little girl in the office. She was worried and would find her books to read, so that the little girl would be obedient, and then she would come back immediately after class. It was like this before, but no one cared. After all, who would believe that a little girl who is only one year old could recognize so many words and have such strong learning ability.

To be honest, if Xiaonan hadn't been born, she wouldn't believe it

But the principal asked her how she educated her, what could she say? She didn't educate her very much. Xiaonan looked very smart. When she first learned to speak, her father was so anxious that she caught her every day and taught her to call her father. She had been holding her in for more than half a year and didn't call her. She heard her father call her father for more than half a year."

Linglong showed a sweet and innocent smile.

"Later, my elder brother and sister-in-law's three nephews came to school. I didn't study well, so my elder sister-in-law said to see if I could help me teach. I'm teaching, but the three elders haven't learned it. This is the plenary session that I just could speak for a while."

Wan Yuan was helpless, "I don't understand either. Although Xiaonan and her father said that they were not stupid, they were both ordinary people. Who would have thought that they could give birth to such a young girl?"

The principal couldn't put down Linglong and wanted to snatch it home to be his daughter. The other teachers were also curious, and they all set questions to test Linglong. Her little hand couldn't hold the pen, so everyone took the text to her and gave her addition and subtraction methods of less than 100 to calculate. Guess why such a big girl answered faster than anyone else.

This is a real little prodigy

Wan Yuan was very worried. She didn't intend to let people know the difference between her little girl. It would be better if she was told. No one had heard of the story of Zhongyong before. When it became a little bigger, if Xiao Nan's performance was not satisfactory, then people would definitely say something bad at that time.

But as Linglong stretched out her arms to hug her, Wanyuan lost her temper again. She snatched her fat daughter back from the principal. Linglong was not wearing shoes, only wearing furry socks, and stepped on Wanyuan's legs and moved restlessly.

Wan Yuan pinched her fat little butt, and Linglong hid her little face in her neck. The fragrance of milk made Wan Yuan feel incredibly soft.

She told the principal, "She is still young, and her father and I don't expect her to have a great future. We will be safe, healthy and healthy, and we will be content. We must go to school, but we have to wait until she grows up a little longer. Now that we are so young, we can't even have time to feel pain."

The principal nodded, "It should be."

His eyes were lit when he looked at Linglong.

Wan Yuan was actually very worried about her daughter. She didn't know how to educate such a smart little guy so that she would not bury her. It was fake to say that she didn't want her children to have a future, but how could she be a gravel. Fortunately, the parents in the capital sent another long letter. When they were professors, they also met very smart students. Unfortunately, there are no instruments for testing IQ in China. Even if there are, Linglong, who is in a remote and poor Fanjia Village, does not have this opportunity.

But the little granddaughter is a little child prodigy, and the old couple was still very happy and excited. They used a long letter of tens of thousands of words to sort out the methods of teaching children, reminding Wan Yuan not to bury her little girl, but there is no need to force her to study too much. For such a young child, healthy growth is the most important thing.

Wan Yuan remembered it all in her heart. Today, her fat daughter really gave her a face. On the way home, she couldn't help but hugging her daughter and kissing her again and again, and printed kisses one after another on her pink cheeks.

Linglong also let her kiss her obediently and giggled.

After Wan Yuan's teaching, the three Tiedan brothers became clean and sensible. At least they would not bully Da Nier and Er Nier at home anymore, and even knew how to care for their sisters and share. Zhu Jingui's sister-in-law secretly cooked eggs and stuffed them to the three brothers. The three of them knew to share half of Da Nier and Er Nier and Linglong. However, Linglong was still young, and Wan Yuan didn't dare to let her eat egg yolks. She usually crushed the egg yolks at home, so the smelly eggs shared with Linglong were very happy because only he could enjoy a whole egg.

In this way, time passed by. As the three Tiedan brothers went from black and thin slut mistresses to fifth-grade students who honestly did their homework every day, Linglong was also six years old.

Wan Yuan finally decided to let her go to elementary school at the age of six.

However, the current regulations for commune primary schools are eight years old. Some children are only sent to the first grade when they are in their thirteenth or fourteenth, but they are still too young to be six years old.

But Xiao Linglong grew up watching the teacher and principal of the commune elementary school. However, in order to show justice, she was prepared for an entrance exam. If her grades could meet the admission standards, she would be admitted to study.

The little child was sitting in the empty classroom. Except for the two invigilators, the others "passed by" intentionally or unintentionally and looked inside.

In five years, Xiaopang's first little girl was no longer so fleshy, but she looked more cute. Her big eyes, long eyelashes and white skin were better than dolls imported from overseas Chinese stores.

She sat in her seat because she was short and her little feet could not be stuck on the ground. Xiaodu held a pencil in her hand and wrote the paper carefully stroke by stroke.

The principal wrote good calligraphy, and he taught the exquisite characters with strokes. There was an educated youth teacher in the school who could play the accordion, and a teacher who could play the harmonica. This lively and cute little thing made the educated youth teachers reminisce back to the time that year, and they were full of hope for life. The school spirit of the commune elementary school has been getting better and better in recent years, and there are more and more students. Last year, dozens of them were admitted to the commune middle school.

However, the principal became more and more bald.

At this moment, only those who have the conditions can go to the county to print ink, so the treatment can be obtained in the final exam. Usually, teachers write on the blackboard, and the children copy the two papers they made by themselves. They were handwritten by two first-grade teachers.

She finished it quickly, then twisted her butt and slid down from the bench. As soon as her little feet touched the ground, she ran out of the classroom and ran into Wanyuan's arms. "Mom"

Wan Yuan kissed her apple face, "Is there anything I can't do?"

"No" Linglong pestered her and asked her to hug her. Wanyuan had no choice but to pick her up, and while hugging her, she bit her daughter's little nose intimately, "It's not a little girl anymore, why are she still so clingy? She always needs someone to hug her."

Linglong giggled around her neck, and her feet in small wool shoes moved around, why did she need someone to hug her

Of course, it's because of this, you don't have to walk by yourself.

Wan Yuan is skillful and has made Linglong's little clothes and shoes. In recent years, Fan Aidang has made a lot of money. She doesn't wear it well, so she spends all her thoughts on her daughter. Even if it is the same color, Linglong always has a lot of ruffles or tassels on her body. She is very cute and she is also the envy of many girls.

She is Teacher Wan’s daughter, she has a lot of beautiful clothes, and Teacher Wan can tie many beautiful hair. The teachers in the school like her, so she can be said that Linglong is a recognized winner in life for the commune primary school students.

It was September again, and the weather was just a little cold, but it was not cold yet. Wanyuan used the wool that Fan Aidang got back to knit Linglong a pair of small yarn shoes. The soles were foamy, and the toe of the shoe made two small butterflies that spread their wings and were about to fly. I wonder how many people envied it.

Linglong also likes these shoes very much, which is light and comfortable to wear, but this cannot change her habit of not liking to walk.

Although I know that my daughter is smart, I don’t worry about being a mother. However, my colleagues corrected the papers and Wanyuan couldn’t get over. Fortunately, the result was quick. Linglong easily got into the exam for Shuangbai and successfully entered the first grade of the commune elementary school.

Wan Yuan happily held her daughter's face and kissed her a few times. Linglong was so dizzy that she lay in her arms that she refused to move.

Mrs. Fan learned that her granddaughter was going to go to school two days later. At that time, she looked at her husband and wife, saying, "As such a big kid, why are you doing so early? You two really don't want to take her. I'll take her to school. My daughter is so young, what if she's bullied me?"

Wan Yuan couldn't laugh and cry, "Mom, you're thinking too much, Linglong is smart, she's going to get better in the morning, and I'm here, who dares to bully her?"

Now Wan Yuan is the vice principal of commune elementary school. Who would bully her daughter and not be lazy, but her brain is very useful, and she is the only one who bullies others.

Old Mrs. Fan still muttered, "What's wrong with you? You can stare at me all day long. What if I'm bullied when I don't have time to watch?"

Wan Yuan

Linglong crawled into old lady Fan's arms and hugged the old lady's waist. "Breast, I want to go to school, I will study hard. I will come back to get a double hundred certificate and give you a face. I will grow up and be filial to you."

Old Mrs. Fan's old face instantly smiled into a chrysanthemum, "Oh, my good girl, you are so filial than your father and mother, so I've made my breasts hurt and left me with meat for you, come and eat it."

A couple who are ruthlessly ignored

Such conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can always be resolved through conversations and laughter.

Old Mrs. Fan left Linglong with a bowl of fried lean meat with green peppers that were particularly fragrant. At this moment, rural people actually like to eat fatty meat. The oilier the better. Because there is no oil in their stomachs, biting fat can help them with greed for half a year. Unfortunately, Linglong doesn't like to eat that kind of oily meat when she was young. Old Mrs. Fan endured her heartache. Every time she changed fat at home, she would give up some and ask someone to change the lean meat for herself. When she came back, she burned it with high heat and it was fragrant and tender. Linglong liked to eat this.

Seeing her granddaughter eating corn and steamed buns with relish, Old Mrs. Fan's turbid old eyes were so smiling that she narrowed her eyes. It was a blessing to be able to eat, and it was a blessing to be able to eat.

That's right, no matter how you eat, you won't get fat

Xiaonan was white and fat when she was a child. She held it heavily in her hands, and even boys couldn't compare to her. But the older she got, the more she pulled her, and now she picked her up, she felt soft.

After the old couple finished their meal, Fan Aidang hugged his daughter-in-law with one hand and his wife with the other. Old Mrs. Fan smiled and cleaned up the dishes. She washed her feet at night and was about to take off her clothes when she found a small cloth bag in her pocket. When she opened it, she found that it was eighty yuan. No need to think about it. It must be given by her second wife, who asked her granddaughter to put it in secret.

The old couple is used to saving money, and they are separated. Every month, the second family gives food and fulfills their obligation to support them. However, when they are stuffed money from time to time, even if the old couple is not short of them, they feel warm.

Old Mrs. Fan scolded, "I am a prodigal girl from the second family, and I have a salary of fifteen yuan a month. Why do I keep so much for me and buy milk powder for Xiaonan?"

He said this, but he felt happy. He felt that he had been filial to his daughter-in-law, so he hid the money and prepared to buy a dowry for Xiaonan in the future.

Old Man Fan turned over and thought to himself that the older he was, the more he pretended, and he was so happy that he seemed to be something, and he insisted on saying something.

After giving her parents-in-law money, Wan Yuan naturally would not ignore her nieces. Tiedan and his brothers are old. Big Nier and Er Nier also came to school two years ago. This year, the third grade is in the third grade. She used her salary to buy six new schoolbags and six pencil cases from the county town, and each person has a pen. No matter how many conflicts she and his sister-in-law Zhu Jingui had in the past, she has been the vice principal in the past few years. Her sister-in-law will send some food from time to time, for the sake of the children or anything else. She has shown her good news, but she still has no reason to get it back.

After the separation, the previous conflicts can basically be ignored.
To be continued...