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Chapter 162: Jiaojiao Educated Youth Forced Herself (Fifteen)

Page after page of yellowed paper, sewn together with thread, was filled with dense English writing in neat and delicate handwriting. There was no red ink in the 1970s and 1980s, so there was no way for Sang Ning to approve the conspicuous points he wanted.

"Huh..." Sang Ning let out a breath and stretched. It was already very late. Fortunately, the elementary school classes didn't start so early, so she could sleep a little longer.

The children in the village were used to being wild, and they were very reluctant when their parents suddenly sent them to school.

"Mom! I don't want to study. Studying is useless. I might as well herd cattle. I want to herd cattle."

"Tsk! It's always good for you to learn more, kid." The woman in the flowered shirt was slightly plump. She usually did a lot of farm work and was very strong. Otherwise, she really couldn't control her wild boy. "Look, there are so many children around. They are all here to go to school. Be good and be obedient. There is still work to do at home! Mom will go home first."

The woman didn't care about anything and turned around and walked away. She walked very quickly as if someone was chasing her, and she didn't pay any attention to the heart-wrenching cries of her own boy behind her.

A school was set up in the village. Some families were happy while others were sad. Some children didn't want to do farm work and just wanted to go to school. They walked into the classroom happily, in stark contrast to the little fat boy who was crying loudly next to them.

Sang Ning came out of the classroom and saw this scene. He took out a candy from his bag and comforted Niu Niu, "Don't cry, little boy. The teacher has candy here, but it's only for children who don't cry."

Sugar was a rare commodity in those days. When the dark-faced little chubby boy heard the word sugar, his eyes lit up and he stopped crying immediately, but two lines of tears were still on his face.

"Yes, teacher, I won't cry. I want candy! I want candy!" The two black and fat little hands waved hard.

"Good! So good." Sang Ning rubbed his head, handed him the candy, and then led him into the classroom.

Although Chinese and mathematics are also difficult for children in the village, at least they are their mother tongue and they can understand them. But English makes them cry.

At night, Sang Ning lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, "Oh... I'm so worried!"

Since that mistake, education has been interrupted for several years. Besides, children in the countryside can only touch shrimps and fish and do farm work. They have never seen anything else and have no idea about those foreign words.

Sang Ning pronounced it "Apple" and her classmates pronounced it "Anpo", which made her really laugh and cry.

She was so worried that she couldn't sleep, so she just got up and wrote letters. She was busy opening classes at the elementary school and writing lesson plans. In the blink of an eye, another month had passed, and Jing Qinian had already sent three letters including the previous one.

Looking at Jing Qinian's letter, Sang Ning laughed and complained, "You have to write down everything about eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, tsk..." She almost didn't have the patience to finish reading Nobunaga's letter.

The moon shone brightly, and the light from the kerosene lamp shone on Sang Ning's face, which was gentle and soft.

In the letter, Sang Ning mentioned things about the primary school, poured out all his worries, and asked him to stop sending him food by mail, as there was everything in the village. Finally, he got to the point and asked Jing Qinian to take good care of himself.

Unconsciously, she had written two or three sheets of paper, put the envelope away, and then raised her head to stretch her body and relax her muscles.

After talking about his troubles, Sang Ning felt much more relaxed and fell asleep the moment he touched the bed.

Since there was a lot of free time during class, Sang Ning thought about making some food and daily necessities for someone as a return gift.

She wanted to sew a few pairs of soles, but unfortunately she didn't know how. After some ideological struggle, she decided to ask Jing's mother for advice. She also didn't know how big Jing Qinian's feet were, so she went to Jing's house to gather information.

Children of this generation are not forced by their parents, and the society has a weak tendency to study, little competitiveness, and no pressure to study, so they are innocent. Sang Ning wants to teach children English through games.

At first, she was particularly troubled by her classmates' pronunciation, but now she thinks it is totally unnecessary. She should adapt to local conditions and remember and write down what they have learned. So, Sang Ning uses games to strengthen the children's memory. The method of combining education with entertainment is really effective. Not only do the students learn quickly, but they also remember it well. Now Sang Ning has become the most popular teacher in the school.

The children returned home and excitedly performed for their parents, speaking halting foreign languages, which delighted their family members.

Within a few days, Sang Ning became the topic of conversation in the village after tea and meals. No bad things were said about him, only compliments.

"Oh, let me tell you, my kid came home these few days and kept reading foreign words in that book. At first I thought he was chanting a spell!" At this time, the lady looked at him with a helpless smile, "I only found out that it was English after asking him."

The 70-year-old man next to him praised him, "Wow! Xiaodong is really promising. It's the first time in my life that I know a foreign language. It's good that the country is developing."

"My child is the same. He reads haltingly but looks quite serious. It feels funny and gratifying at the same time."

Several ladies echoed and expressed surprise.

As he was speaking, the subject suddenly changed.

"Hey! Do you think Teacher Sang is engaged?" the fat lady said with a smile.

The old man was worthy of being called an old man. His tone was very firm, "Of course not. Who would come to the countryside with an engaged girl? Isn't this deliberately looking for trouble?"

"Yes, Mr. Gu is right." The people around him nodded in agreement.

"That's great. I want Teacher Sang to be my daughter-in-law." The fat lady's abacus beads were hitting other people's faces.

"Tsk... Chunfen, it's daytime now, just dream." An old lady said, "Your eldest son and Teacher Jing are not suitable."

"Ah! Why is it inappropriate? Zhaodi, please explain it to me clearly."

Before the old lady could answer, the enthusiastic people around her answered for her, "Teacher Xia is fair and tender, like a fairy, she is from the city, and she knows a lot. Marrying your boy is like a flower stuck in cow dung!"

"According to your thinking, I think my boy is more suitable for Comrade Sang Ning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others burst into laughter, "Hahahaha..."

"That's quite right."

Aunt Chunfen was so angry that her face turned red and her neck became thick. "You you...you guys, bah!"

"You can't get the wife I can't get either. It's like a toad dreaming of eating swan flesh!"

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A group of people gathered under the shade of the tree, making a lot of noise. Jing's mother was carrying a hoe and holding the little girl's hand. She loved to join in the fun, so she strode towards the crowd. Standing on the periphery, Jing's mother heard everyone praising Sang Ning non-stop, and a smile appeared on her face. But when she heard that someone wanted their son to marry Sang Ning, her face suddenly changed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she panicked, "It's over, it's over, my baby is going to be poached by someone else."

When Jing heard that the fairy sister was going to belong to someone else, she immediately started crying and trying to squeeze in to compete with those aunties for her, "Sister is mine, I won't give her to them, wuwuwu..."

Seeing her daughter crying so sadly, Jing's mother put down the hoe in her hand, squatted down, hugged her in her arms and comforted her, "Don't cry, Erya, don't cry. Mother will take you home to eat delicious food."