Chapter 222 Fifth Grade

After eating the instant noodles, it was still early, Lan Hua quickly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, while Wang Manyin drank the boiled water just poured in one gulp.

Then he took out his own big kettle, pinched more than a dozen pieces of tea leaves in it, and then poured the boiling water in the kettle, so that he could take it to school to drink later.

Dahai was not busy going to school, and it was useless to go early. There was no one in the school, so he exercised in the wide yard.

"Son, how did your Uncle Tan teach you?" Wang Manyin asked while teaching him how to practice skills.

Dahai tilted his head and thought for a while, looked around, and whispered: "Godfather, we all said that Uncle Tan's teaching is not as good as yours, but everyone is listening carefully, and wants to be admitted to the junior high school in Shigejie."

Wang Manyin hummed curiously, "Your uncle Tan is not good at teaching? It shouldn't be, he is also a high school graduate, so it should be more than enough to teach us elementary school."

Dahai shook his head, "Godfather, that's not what it means. We're not saying that Uncle Tan's teaching is not good, but it's not as good as his godfather's teaching."

Wang Manyin laughed twice, "Don't call him Uncle Tan at school, do you want the teacher to know?"

Dahai nodded, earnestly gesticulating the boxing kung fu Wang Manyin taught him.

The wind blows and the fog moves, and a red sun slowly emerges in the east, dyeing a large area of ​​clouds red, and the dazzling sunlight falls on the dense fog, rendering Guanzi Village like a fairyland.

Wang Manyin took a deep breath, his mouth and lungs were filled with the fresh air of nature, and he should use one or two lines of poems to match the situation.

Unfortunately, before he could think of any poem to use, a rough voice came, "Master, the sea."

Looking back, Dong Biao, who was tall and thick, came in from the yard. It was still quite cold in the mid-spring morning, but this guy was only wearing a single shirt, showing a strong muscular outline.

Wang Manyin stretched out his hand to signal the distance, and asked, "Biaozi, do you feel that your heart has been touched when you look at the Hongyang and the sea of ​​clouds?"

Dong Biao turned around and looked up carefully, then scratched the back of his head, "Master, what are you talking about? What is telepathy?"

Wang Manyin cursed secretly, and waved his hand, "Forget it, it's useless to tell you too much, you should go and train your muscles."

Dong Biao chuckled, "Master, you read a lot of books, and you have a lot of thoughts in your head. You're not like a brute like me. You can read and write well."

Wang Manyin cursed with a smile, and kicked him to let him practice kung fu with Dahai.

Dong Biao immediately practiced seriously, every move vigorously, as if he wanted to blow up the air, and the sea next to him was full of envy.

Although Hai Hai's movements can be considered fierce, but his physical strength is definitely not as powerful as Dong Biao's.

But Dong Biao didn't have a happy look on his face. After practicing for a while, he stopped unwillingly, and said sadly: "Master, how to practice this strength, I haven't started yet."

Wang Manyin thought for a while, "Go find a cat and keep it at home. Once the cat is frightened, its tail will immediately stand up, and all the hairs on its body will also stand on end. You can experience the meaning of this for yourself."

"As for the others, it depends on your own comprehension. If you know it, you will know it, if you don't, you won't."

Dong Biao nodded, being patient, there is no rush to practice kung fu.

At least, his current combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and he is also responsible for force in Pigeon City, so he dare not make trouble easily.

After practicing for a while, Dong Biao suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile, "Dahai, are you going to be promoted to the sixth grade next semester?"

Dahai nodded, and said with anticipation in his eyes: "After one and a half more years of study, I will be able to go to junior high school in Shigejie."

Time flies so fast, the first time I met Dahai was in the third grade, but now I am in the fifth grade, and I will be a middle school student after another year.

In addition, Shaoping and Dahai are in the same grade, and they will enter Shigejie Middle School together. I don’t know if I have the fate to teach them.

Dongfanghongri was completely exposed, and the dense fog gradually dissipated under the breeze. It was time to go to work, and it happened that Xu Hui also came over.

Anyway, his house was at the head of Guanzi Village, very close to the dirt road, so it was very convenient for Xu Hui to drop by for a car.

Lanhua has a vigorous ponytail, wearing a floral dress, a pair of brown polyester card trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes on her feet. It seems that she is dressed like a city person, and she goes out to reap the envy of a large group of farmers.

Influenced by orchids, Xu Hui also dresses differently from ordinary rural women, making her look cleaner and more beautiful.

Naturally, Wang Manyin's attire was not bad. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit at this season, neither hot nor cold, and very energetic.

Although the family lives in the countryside, when they go out, others think they are cadres from the city.

The two little ones, Songchuan and Songze, were still sound asleep, and Wang Manyin gently put them on the innermost soft blanket of the tricycle, which was their exclusive position.

Lan Hua and Xu Hui got into the car, and Wang Manyin told them not to play in the water on Dahai Road, and pedaled the tricycle with both feet, and the group rushed towards Shige Festival.

Five miles away, in less than ten minutes, Wang Manyin came to the location of the commune, and Xu Hui and Lanhua walked in with Matsukawa and Matsuze in their arms.

After their figures disappeared before his eyes, Wang Manyin rode a tricycle to the side middle school, said hello to the gatekeeper, and parked the tricycle in the shed.

At this time, the crowd of students had already rushed towards the school, and the school was full of noise. There were voices calling the teacher hello along the way, and Wang Manyin responded to them one by one with a smile on his lips.

When he came to the teacher's office, Wang Manyin put the teacup on the table, stretched himself, and greeted the teachers around him.

"Manyin, today is the day to receive food wages. This is your wages, a total of [-] yuan and [-] cents. In addition, there are three handfuls of vermicelli and five catties of white flour. It is your subsidy for being the class teacher. Do you think it is right?"

Ma Xiaojun came over and handed him the salary and allowance.

Wang Manyin took it, looked at it roughly, and put it in the bag, "Thank you, Director."

Ma Xiaojun chuckled, "You have to take the grain book to the grain station to pick up the grain yourself. You have a tricycle, so it is convenient to get the grain."

Wang Manyin nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the grain station to pick up grain later at noon."

Ma Xiaojun didn't say any more, nodded and turned to pay the others.

I took a break in the office and chatted with other teachers for a while, and other teachers were also willing to have a good relationship with him.

After all, both the dean and the principal are friends with him, and his mother-in-law and aunt are the head of the canteen of the commune, so they are obviously a noble family on this Shige Festival, so there must be nothing wrong with being friends.

Moreover, Wang Manyin's words are interesting and often contain a lot of truth, making it very comfortable to communicate with.

"Jingle Bell"

When the class bell rang, Wang Manyin walked towards the classroom with a newspaper under his arm and a teacup in his hand.
(End of this chapter)

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