My village can't be like this

Chapter 373 Space Brewing ([-])

During the break, Zhang An and Ou Lin chatted for a few words outside the classroom, and the second class was coming soon.

But this time Ou Lin did not follow him to class two, because Zhang An had just proved that he could take the Chinese class in the first grade of junior high school and did well.

So there was no need for him to attend classes anymore. After all, as the principal, he still had a lot of things to be busy with and was not idle every day. That's why he envied Zhang An's life.

Compared to Class [-], there are no children from the village among the students in Class [-], so they are relatively unfamiliar with Zhang An.

But there is still the same problem. Looking at Zhang An who is too tall and thick, he is very scary at first glance, so the discipline in the classroom is not bad.

At home, Su Ying woke up and found that it was already bright. She looked at the clock on the table and found that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

"What's wrong, why did I sleep so late, and Zhang An didn't even ask me to get up."

He got up from the bed in a panic, quickly combed his hair and tied it up, washed himself and hurried downstairs.

"Oh, Xiaoying, please slow down. It's dangerous to run down the stairs so fast. You're going to be a mother, so you can't be so reckless."

Su Ying rushed downstairs in a panic, but she frightened Wang Fang downstairs, and her heart was in her throat.

"Mom, I'm already late for class. It's too late."

Even though she had missed the first class, Su Ying still wanted to rush over to make up for it.

But in her panic, she even forgot her textbook.

Otherwise, she would find that the textbook she put on the desk last night was missing.

"Okay, okay, Xiao An has gone to school to teach you. I won't be happy if you are such a reckless mother again. Now that you are a twin, you have to think about your children even if you don't think about yourself."

Su Ying was originally eager to rush to school, but when she heard her mother-in-law's words, she was stunned.

"What? Zhang An went to school to teach for me? But he has no teaching experience."

Su Ying had no doubt about Zhang An's ability to store knowledge, because she knew that her man had a particularly perverted memory.

Even if Zhang An only reads each text once, he can clearly remember it in his mind.

But taking classes not only depends on the accumulation of knowledge, but also on teaching experience and teaching methods.

"That's okay, just use one class to give him a try. If he can attend, he will be able to let you rest more at home. Anyway, he is idle at home. Those who don't know may still think that he is pregnant. Woolen cloth."

Wang Fang unhurriedly relieved her daughter-in-law, and then brought out a bowl of hot soup from the kitchen.

"Here, drink this soup. Mom just stewed it. You can try it to see if it's salty or not."

Even though she knew that Zhang An was going to school for her, Su Ying still felt uneasy and wanted to go and have a look.

But seeing her mother-in-law bring out the soup bowl, she knew that she might not be able to get out until she finished drinking.

She simply sat down to drink the soup first, and since she had slept for so long, her stomach was indeed growling.

Anyway, she was late even if she didn't want to be late, so she went even if Zhang An didn't go. She just finished the soup honestly so as not to save her mother-in-law from worrying about her.

"Mom, I've finished drinking. I'm still worried. I have to go to school to take a look."

A few minutes later, Su Ying finished all the soup and meat in the bowl, and told her mother-in-law before going out.

When I arrived at the school, before I entered the classroom, I saw Zhang An teaching students in the classroom from a distance.

After getting closer, she found that her man seemed to speak well and controlled the rhythm very tightly.

Moreover, the students listened with great interest and actively interacted with Zhang An in class.

At this time, she gave up her initial thoughts of getting Zhang An back and quietly walked into the classroom through the back door.

The students in the classroom listened very carefully and did not even know she had entered the classroom.

Only Zhang An, who was on the podium, saw her at a glance, but he just smiled and did not stop the content of the class.

After the final bell rang, Zhang An left the day's homework on the blackboard as usual.

Only then did the students realize that their teacher Su was also in the classroom.

However, they had to do radio gymnastics during this period, so Su Ying told them a few words and asked them to gather in the playground.

"Why didn't I realize you had this skill? Teacher Zhang did a good job in class."

The two of them didn't go to the office, and Su Ying was not the class teacher, so she walked straight out of the school gate and went home after class.

"No, I didn't learn it under the influence of Teacher Su."

Zhang An's words were not false. He did not have any teaching experience, but he usually read Su Ying's lesson preparation content.

In addition, Su Ying would often write teaching summaries. Over time, Zhang An had some general understanding even if he had never taught.

"But when I usually attend class, the students are not so active, and they are not so active in answering questions. Why is this?"

Su Ying was very strange. When she was in class, the students were well-behaved (there was nothing they could do if they were not well-behaved. If they were disobedient, they would call their parents, and then they would be beaten), but all of them went too far.

Sometimes when she asks a question, no one raises their hand for a long time, and she has to call her name. In the end, the students may not be able to answer it.

But it was different when Zhang An was in class. The students were very active. Every time a question was asked, so many people raised their hands, and the answers were all very good.

So Su Ying felt very depressed and wanted to know what the problem was.

"This is actually very simple. When you are in class, replace things that are unfamiliar to them with things they are familiar with, and then intersperse more short stories that interest them in the class. This classroom atmosphere and students' enthusiasm will naturally improve. It’s pulling.”

Because Zhang An usually read Su Ying's lesson preparation content, his ideas for class were not much different from Su Ying's.

But in some places, he likes to replace them with things and pictures that students can imagine to strengthen their imagination ability.

In addition, he reads a lot of books in his mind. During class, he likes to quote scriptures and reference from other sources, and he has all kinds of allusions at his fingertips.

Therefore, there are more stories in the classroom, and the interest naturally increases a lot. The students are very interested in listening, and naturally they are more involved in teaching.

"Then forget it."

Su Ying immediately shook her head when she heard this. He could learn from the former.

But forget the latter, because she doesn't have Zhang An's memory and can memorize all the books she has read.

Even after reading it, she may not be able to remember it when she really needs to use it.

"So, everyone has their own teaching methods. You can naturally learn from others' strengths, but you need to do so within your ability."

Zhang An's teaching method is rarely something new teachers can learn from.

Unless they are veteran teachers who have been teaching for decades, it is almost the same, because they have rich teaching experience.

After all, you really need to have enough inventory to cite classics and reference them at your fingertips.

"get out of class is over, Xiao An, how did you go to class?" Wang Fang was still looking forward to her son's first class.

It's like the expectation and mood that Zhang An had when he was learning to walk as a baby and was able to walk for the first time.

"Mom, don't worry, your son is doing very well in class, better than me."

Before Zhang An could speak, Su Ying had already held her mother-in-law's hand and said with a smile.

"Xiaoying, please don't coax me. He looks like this. He has never taught anyone. You don't know in Mahu."

Wang Fang naturally looked disbelieving, thinking that Su Ying was joking with her.

After all, my son has just graduated from high school, and my daughter-in-law is a college graduate.

"Mom, this is not a joke. Didn't you see that when he was in class, the student dolls listened so carefully, and when he asked questions, they raised their hands so high that they were afraid that their names would not be called."

Seeing that her mother-in-law didn't believe it, Su Ying re-described the lively scene in the classroom to her.

"Really? Does that mean it's okay?"

"Really, he's pretty good in class."

"That's it. From now on, you can rest more at home and let Xiao An go to school to teach for you."

Wang Fang is very happy. From now on, her daughter-in-law can rest at home more and does not have to tire her eldest grandson.

Zhang An was very depressed. In other people's families, the son had a daughter-in-law and forgot his mother. In his own family, the old mother had a daughter-in-law and forgot her son.

At night, when Zhang An entered the space and wanted to start steaming rice to make wine, he found that the blood rice soaked in the big basin broke into pieces when touched.

He was stunned for a long time before he realized that this must be because it had been soaked for too long and the rice had become crispy, otherwise it would not have broken when touched.

After all, from yesterday to now, although only one day has passed outside, more than 20 days have passed in the space. It is strange that the rice has been soaked and not crispy.

He had no choice but to pour the rice, rinse and soak it again, but this time, he understood that he really needed to remember the time in space.

So after soaking the blood rice for the second time, Zhang An left the space and waited for less than an hour before entering again.

This time, the time was controlled just right, not a day passed in the space, and the blood rice in the basin was soaked just right.

However, Zhang An did not rush to drain the water, but washed it several times.

Because if that layer of rice water is not rinsed out, the wine brewed may be sour.

After all the preparations were completed, Zhang An lit the large stove in the yard and put on the large iron pot he specially selected.

The large stove in the space was built by Zhang An before. This was the first time it was lit. Unexpectedly, after putting in the firewood, it burned very brightly.

Then Zhang An put the rice on the steamer, but he didn't rush to put the rice on the steamer, but waited for the steamer to steam for a while.

It wasn't until the water in the pot boiled for a long time and the entire big wooden steamer was steaming hot that Zhang An filled the basin with the blood rice.

This is the first time to steam rice, so I don’t need to use the big sky pot yet. I just wait for the blood rice in the steamer to be steamed, then pour it out and let it cool.

It has to be said that working in the space is convenient. When you think of it, the firewood next to it will naturally be put into the stove.

Moreover, when the firewood was burned out, Zhang An thought that the firewood from the nearby forest would be piled here again.

The only catch is that you have to split the firewood yourself, so even if you think about it, it won't work.

After a long time, the rice in the wooden steamer was finally steamed. When Zhang An had an idea, the wooden steamer came out of the pot by itself.

He got into the wooden house and poured the steamed rice on the oilcloth that Zhang An had already laid out.

Zhang An specially bought these oilcloths in the city, and they also bought high-temperature and anti-scalding materials, just for placing rice.

This time, more than 100 kilograms of blood rice were soaked. Although the wooden steamer Zhang An asked Carpenter Lin to make was larger, he still steamed two pots.

Finally, all the blood rice was steamed, and Security Department Zhang scattered them.

They had to wait until they were completely cool before they could sprinkle the wine koji, so Zhang An closed the cabin and lay down on the bed.

After another half an hour, Zhang An entered the space again and confirmed that the rice had cooled down.

Just sprinkle the koji that you had prepared before and mix everything evenly.

Next, wait for the rice to ferment. This process takes a long time. The recipe says thirty to sixty days.

Only then did Zhang An understand that many liquors in later generations were expensive, and there was indeed a reason for them to be expensive.

Of course, if you are in the outside world, these few dozen days are indeed a very difficult time to wait.

But if it is placed in the space, Zhang An only needs to wait outside for two or three days.

So Zhang An can go out boldly this time and wait until Su Ying goes to class the day after tomorrow before proceeding with the next step of distillation.

For better fermentation, Zhang An even dug a cellar on the ground.

After everything was settled, Zhang An returned to bed and slept peacefully.

The next day, Su Ying didn't ask Zhang An to take over the class and went to school as usual.

It's just that Ou Lin has also adjusted the class schedule for Su Ying.

There are no Su Ying classes in the morning this semester, and matters such as invigilating exams are not assigned to Su Ying.

"Xiao An, phone."

Su Ying was not at home, and Zhang An was sitting in the yard, holding a modern wine-making book called "The Brewing and Inheritance of Traditional Liquor" and flipping through it.

At this time, the phone in the room rang, followed closely by Wang Fang's voice calling him to answer the phone.

Usually when Zhang An is at home, Wang Fang will let Zhang An answer the call himself. After all, most of the calls are to Zhang An.

"Hey, brother Zhang An, I've already prepared these small wine jars for you. You can come over and pick them up when you want, or I can send them to you."

A loud voice like a big bell came from the phone, and Zhang An knew who it was as soon as he heard it.

In addition, everyone on the other side mentioned the wine jar, so the call must be from Hou Liang from the county ceramics factory.

"Oh? It's so fast. I'll go out right away and pick it up in a while."

Zhang An planned to put most of these small wine jars in the space for use, so naturally he would not let Hou Liang send them over.

"That's it, I'll wait in the factory for Brother Zhang An to come over."

After hearing that Zhang An went to get it himself, Hou Liang knew that he could save some gas money, so how could he not be happy?

But he didn't talk much, and hung up the phone after saying that. Zhang An was going to go there later, so there was no need to chat on the phone.

(End of this chapter)