Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 20 Arithmetic is to be fast
Night shrouded the mountain village, except for the bright light in the classroom of the elementary school, the village was pitch black.

When Song Yi came out of the house, his heart seemed to be on fire, and the night wind could not blow it out.

He stood at the gate of the office and glanced at the classroom door of the school from afar.As usual, Zhou Zhiqing stood on the podium, surrounded by 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 edge.

There are four oil lamps lit in the classroom, which is not very bright.

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

The primary school in the brigade teaches until the fifth grade, called Gao Primary School.

Nearly half of the production team is illiterate, and the village school organizes members to become illiterate at night, and the educated youth who go to the countryside to join the team give lectures.

The ones closest to the podium are teenagers and girls, and there are oil lamps on the desks on both sides of the middle section.

That's the domain of young women.

They are not here to learn knowledge.

Each person has a basket of needles and threads, sewing clothes, and storing shoe soles, all of which need lighting.

If you are reluctant to light a kerosene lamp at home, this is a good place to go.

Sister Lin Yuzhu sat in the last corner, not interested in the bustle of the east and the west.

In the dim light, Lin Yulan was patching a hole in the knee of a pair of trousers. Lin Yulan propped her chin in boredom, quietly listening to the family members, occasionally learning a word or two and bowing her head to ask Lin Yuzhu what she meant.

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

none of your business.

It's none of my business.

Liu Xiaohong was beaten up by the sisters of the Lin family at noon, and she dared not tell anyone such a shameful thing, she turned her head from time to time, gouged out their eyes, and spat on the ground.

"Stupid chicken, can't beat it again and again, and likes to provoke!" Lin Yulan curled her lips and spit out a dialect.

Lin Yuzhu raised her eyebrows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

To learn the language of a place, it is true that the curse words are the most similar and smoothest to learn.

The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, with the sound of running and moving stools intertwined.

She didn't need to look up to know that it was Song Yi who was here, only he could control the scene, no one dared to dance in front of him.

He glanced around expressionlessly, and his eyes paused briefly on Lin Yuzhu's head, then walked up to the podium, opened the workbook and began to arrange the production tasks for the next day.

The recent farm work has been gathered and arranged long before the seedlings are planted, and there are basically no major changes, as long as one person from each family can hear it.

Lin Yulan's division of labor was adjusted and changed to sending seedlings.He also added back the afternoon work points that were forcibly deducted by Liu Gongfen, stating that the approval has been obtained.

"Zhou Zhiqing, you can start lecturing."

He walked off the podium amidst amazed eyes, strode toward the back row, dragged a stool and sat down against the wall.

"What are you looking at! Look ahead!"

The commune members were scolded and had to sit down quickly.

Lin Yuzhu was also rubbing her nose from his stare, she turned her gaze away and continued mending her pants.

Song Yi sat on the center line, and with a glance to the right, he could see Lin Yuzhu leaning against the wall doing needlework.

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

In the morning, he also said that he studied hard and actively, and now he is exactly the same as those women who do needlework, and he doesn't care what Zhou Zhiqing is teaching.

He stared at her gravely.

The feeling of being stared at was very strong, Lin Yuzhu just didn't raise her head to meet his gaze, what should she do.

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

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

However, Song Yi didn't have high demands on him, as long as he could teach these commune members who missed the opportunity to go to school the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

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

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

Zhou Zhiqing read while writing, tapped the blackboard with chalk after writing, turned around with a smile on his face, "Who can come up to answer the questions?"

Looking at Liu Xiaohong who was full of confidence and raised his hands high, the corners of his mouth twitched, and disgust flashed in his eyes.

Scanning around, there was a friendly smile on his face, "Song Erdou, come on, are you ready?"

Impatiently, Song Erdou dropped the knife and stick, rolled his eyes, and walked up to the podium with his straw sandals to take the chalk.

Squinting his eyes to review the blackboard writing, he wrote 48+47=100 on the blackboard, dropped the chalk tip and ran back to his seat to continue sharpening the stick.

His front and back tables were filled with a few half-sized guys, who all moved closer and gave a thumbs up.

"It's really amazing, the vertical formula is not listed, so the calculation is so fast?"

"Arithmetic is fast, you can't." Song Erdou blew away the sawdust on the table.

Zhou Zhiqing laughed awkwardly, "It's a quick calculation, but it's a bit inaccurate, why don't you come up and calculate it more clearly?"

"No time!" Song Erdou replied without turning his head.

Song Erdou was shaving, and suddenly felt the deathly silence around him, his hair stood on his head, he covered the back of his head without thinking, jumped up and rushed to the podium.

Song Yi stood by the desk with a dark complexion, collected the odds and ends on the desk, turned back to the back, and glanced at Lin Yuzhu.

She had put away her sewing basket, and was lazily looking at the podium with her elbows resting on her chin, with a smile on her face.

And Zhou Zhiqing is holding the blackboard and instructing Song Erdou to stand vertically.

Song Yi suddenly felt that her smile was a bit dazzling, and he cleared his throat gently, "Cough!"

Many people turned their heads to look at him, including Lin Yuzhu.

"It's almost there, kerosene is expensive." He waved his hand to signal everyone to end the class, speaking concisely.

Instead of going to school seriously, it takes almost an hour to pick the wick of the kerosene lamp twice, and you can count as much as you can learn.

As soon as the class was over, the fastest runners were those half-children.

Those young women and girls were reluctant to leave, but Song Yi had already ordered the lights to be blown, so he had to pack up his things and go outside.

The crowd scattered and went back to their homes.

There was no moon in the sky, Lin Yuzhu and Lin Yulan walked very slowly, in the dark, if they stumbled somewhere, they would be covered in mud.

Just stepped on the stone steps, Lin Yuzhu pursed her lips and smiled when a flashlight came from behind her.

This person is really old-fashioned, he obviously goes along the way, but he wants to stagger the time and not go with them.

I don't know what the wind is today, but I actually sit at the back and listen to the class. Those brats and women are honest.

"Why didn't you listen to the lecture today?" Song Yi followed them not too far away, asking in a very serious tone.

Lin Yuzhu burst out laughing, sighing that things are so impermanent.

Unexpectedly, the speech skills she taught primary school students when she was teaching in the mountains would return to her exactly one day.

"I'm so embarrassed to laugh! You weren't very active before? What do you mean now, broken jars? You didn't help others learn, and what you learned was your own!" He lowered his voice and angrily scolded.

Lin Yulan felt that she was obviously being scolded again, she rolled her eyes, patted Lin Yuzhu's shoulder, and quickly moved away from the center of the storm with two steps.

A dead fellow is not a poor daoist, and my sister is used to withstand the artillery attack.

Anyway, I'm almost home, so let's run first.

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

Song Yi followed, only one stone step behind her, "What's wrong with him, can't graduates from junior high school teach you?"

"Compared with his bland Mandarin, I would rather listen to Mr. Zhong's lectures in Hakka." Lin Yuzhu looked indifferent.

She had a bad impression of Zhou Zhiqing, and he also indirectly killed the two sisters of the original owner, which really annoyed him.

"Ms. Zhong has to go back to work every day, correct homework, and prepare lessons. I don't have time to teach you."

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

She raised her eyebrows and turned around to look at him with a smile, "You also went to junior high school in the town, why don't you come to teach?"

(End of this chapter)