The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 30 It’s getting dark. Go back and do your homework.

The scholar didn't even raise his head and asked: "You don't know a word?"

The sophomore in high school hadn't heard the sarcasm yet, so he pointed at his name on the paper and said, "I only know these two."

"Well," Xiucai nodded and said, "Then let me read it to you."

After saying that, he held the notebook and read aloud: "Today, there was a sophomore in high school who refused to hand in his homework for no reason. After being reminded by the teacher, not only did he not repent, but he also spoke harshly to the teacher, saying, 'I don't have any homework, so you have to do it yourself.'"

After the scholar finished reading, he closed the notebook and asked, "These are your own words. Did I make a mistake?"

The sophomore nodded, not only did he remember correctly, but he even imitated his tone quite well.

But what’s there to write about in this nonsense?What a waste of paper.

The sophomore in high school was a little confused. When he saw Yan Xiucai turning around to leave, he grabbed him and said, "You can't leave. You have to tell me why you remember this!"

Yan Xiucai was not angry when he pulled her. He calmly explained: "I am just memorizing lesson plans."

Seeing that the sophomore in high school didn't understand, Yan Xiucai took out the notebook again, pointed to the words on the cover and read: "Lesson plan for the cultural study class for senior cadres."

"This lesson plan is divided into two parts. One part is to record what I taught. Look."

Yan Xiucai opened the book and pointed at the densely packed words on it, which made the second grader feel dizzy.

"The other part is to record the students in the class, that is, your learning status, including who did not listen to the lectures, who did not come to class, who did not turn in their homework, etc. Do you understand?" Yan Xiucai asked.

The sophomore in high school seemed to understand but didn't seem to understand. He thought for a while and then stamped his feet and said, "I'm asking you, why do you want to remember this!"

"Um, you're asking this," Yan Xiucai said in a long voice, "This is what the boss wants to see."

As a sophomore in high school, my mind was buzzing and I was confused.

He knew how urgent Mr. Fang was when he invited scholars for them, and how much he warned them after he invited them.

If they weren't afraid of making Mr. Fang angry, why would they go to the classroom early in the morning (two classes every morning) and listen to this sour scholar chanting sutras?

Why does Mr. Fang even have to take care of his homework now?And...what did I just say?
The sophomore in high school was extremely anxious when he remembered that what he said had been remembered by the scholar.

Seeing that the scholar had gone far away, he no longer cared about his status as the third leader of the refugee camp, so he chased after the scholar.

"cough!"

Before the sophomore high school student's hand could touch Yan Xiucai, Yan Xiucai coughed majestically.

In a short period of time, the expressions of these two people have undergone major changes. Yan Xiucai is now serious and cold.

The sophomore in high school, with a smile on his face, quickly retracted his hand and said flatteringly: "Teacher Yan, I don't speak without thinking. Look...can I cross out those words you memorized?"

Yan Xiucai put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky at an angle of 45.3 degrees, and said, "Since I have written it down, why do I need to draw it out again?"

The sophomore explained: "What I mean is that I have homework, but I have to hand it in later. I will send it to you myself later."

Yan Xiucai remained motionless and said leisurely, "That's not what I just heard."

Seeing him acting like this, the sophomore in high school really wanted to kick him, but now that he had the leverage, what could he do?

The sophomore student held back his anger and said, "I made a mistake at the moment. Teacher Yan, if you have enough knowledge, please cross that paragraph out."

Yan Xiucai was a little satisfied this time. He looked at the sophomore and said, "Can you really hand in your homework?"

"Yes! Definitely!" The sophomore nodded heavily.

"Yes." Yan Xiucai then took out his notebook and said while writing: "It's not possible to cross out, but you can still add a few sentences."

"——The student then came to his senses, promised to make up for the homework, and apologized to the teacher. I think he was sincere."

In the second year of high school, I stood by and watched him write. After he finished writing, he had to read it again. If there was a word he didn't understand, he even asked the scholar to explain it to him.It's okay now, the sophomore breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not afraid that the scholar would deceive him, because when the scholar was reading just now, he was studying numbers in the second year of high school, and he didn’t miss a single word!
"Niu Peng! Where is your homework?"

Yan Xiucai caught another one and shouted.

When the sophomore high school student saw Yan Xiucai walking away, he hurriedly walked towards the security department's training ground. He was now worried, and the joy of being the leader was gone.

It's getting dark now, so I have to go back and do my homework quickly!

When we arrived at the training ground, we saw the senior high school students and several platoon leaders playing together.

They were fighting over a pig urine bubble stuffed with hay. Whoever got it first would have to get down and do ten push-ups.

Seeing the senior high school student becoming the winner again and being so proud of himself, the senior high school student also sighed in his heart: I am so carefree.

The sophomore stepped forward, grabbed the senior, and said urgently: "Hurry up and go back to do your homework!"

The senior year student almost thought there was something wrong with his ears. He widened his eyes and said, "You mean... go back and do your homework?"

The sophomore in high school pulled the senior to the security booth without any explanation.

This security booth is also a shack, and the area is small, but the high school sophomore feels that it is not appropriate to live with other refugees based on his identity.

So they took their senior high school students with them, and the two of them made the security booth their home.

"Brother! What's wrong with you?"

Seeing how he rushed under the bed to find paper and pen as soon as he returned from his second year of high school, he really thought that his brother's mind was broken.

You can't live a good life, so why do you have to do homework?

When I was a sophomore in high school, I finally found two pieces of crumpled paper under the bed (firebricks and wooden boards), but the pen was nowhere to be found.

The sophomore came out from under the bed, sat on the ground and took a deep breath, then told the senior about what happened to Yan Xiucai just now.

"This...this, what will happen if Mr. Fang knows that we didn't turn in our homework? Will he scold us?"

The senior year of high school was also defenseless, and his mind was almost in a daze.

The second-year high school student rolled his eyes at him and said, "I don't know if I'll scold you or not, but I'm sure I'll dig out my feces tomorrow morning."

"what!"

The senior high school students were so shocked that they screamed.

It is said that as a refugee, digging out feces is not a chore, but now he is Mr. Fang's sidekick, the deputy chief, and the trainer of the Security Department.

So, how could he do that now?Doesn't he want to lose face?

The sophomore in high school sighed and told even worse news: "There will be exams in a few days, and those who fail will be demoted."

Regardless of whether they have titles or not, the twenty-odd people in the cultural class for senior cadres are all in charge.

The level thing is as joyful as it is when it comes down. If you are downgraded to one level from the second year of high school, you will be the deputy director. If you are downgraded to the next level from the third year of high school, you will be the platoon leader...

What if I fail the exam next time?
According to Mr. Fang’s words as reported by Yan Xiucai in the second year of high school:

"If you repeatedly fail such low-level children's education exams, it shows that this person's intelligence can only be used to dig trenches."

...The two brothers looked at each other in this small security booth, feeling extremely regretful.

Why don’t you pay attention to the lectures during class?Is it too late to make up for it now?
(End of this chapter)