those years of rebirth

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In the beginning of spring, Hehui Township also has a lot of greenery. The snow on the ground has melted cleanly. At a glance, there is a gray Gobi Desert and bare stone mountains in the distance.

Only around Hehui Township is there such a circle of green. There are not many trees that can be planted in Xinjiang. In the whole township, [-]% of the books are poplars, a small part are birches, willows and elms.Of course, there are many fruit trees, such as almond trees, apples and so on.

March is not yet the season of spring.

But it's time for the kids to go to school.

The start of school on March [-] seems to be a unified practice across the country, and it is almost the same everywhere.

Wang Hengxiao went to school with his father that day.His father rode a bicycle and took him to the third team central primary school three to four kilometers away. This is the largest primary school in Hehui Township. In fact, there are only two primary schools in Hehui Township. The relatively central location in the township is suitable for children from several surrounding villages and teams to go to school.

Moreover, this is a mixed school of Han and Uighur.

Also known as bilingual schools.

The third team is one of the teams with a large number of Uighurs.

Wang Hengxiao sat on the back seat of the bicycle, entered the third team, and saw exactly the same scene as he remembered when he was a child in his previous life. This is the only asphalt road in the village, which leads directly from the brigade to the third team, and connects to the national highway. It is tall poplar and willow!Not far from the road are two canals, which are the traffic lines for the farmers below to plant and irrigate. Willows and elms are planted on both sides of the canals.

The houses on the side of the road are all low and old adobe brick houses. The walls seem to have been weathered and are about to collapse at any time.

Groups of Uighur children were running around, with a few Han and Chinese children added to them.Today is the first day of school, and [-]% of the children are running to the school with their schoolbags on their backs.

"A lot of people here are Uyghurs. Be careful when you go to school. Go with Tang Peng and the three Pang sisters who work in my house. If there are too many Uighurs, they won't dare to bully you, you know? "

When he arrived at the school gate, his father whispered to Wang Hengxiao.

Wang Hengxiao nodded and said, "I know, I told Tang Peng yesterday."

Pang Dong and the others, Wang Hengxiao have not had a chance to get in touch with them at this time. The family has been busy with geography work for the past half a month. Naturally, Pang Dong's three sisters also bound their parents to work in the field together, while Wang Hengxiao was training his apprentices. And Li Zi, Xiaoyun three people.At this time, Wang Hengxiao went to school, so he ordered the three of them to go to work in the field.

Behind, Donald Duck also came with Tang Peng on a bicycle.

The uncle of the Pang family hasn't contacted the school yet. He is really busy with the work in the field recently, and it may take a few days before he brings his children to the school to contact him.After all, he just came from his hometown, and he is not familiar with everything, but as the boss, Wang Daguo is obliged to help. A few days ago, Uncle Pang's family came to Wang Hengxiao's house to talk about it with Wang Hengxiao's father. Heng Xiao's father also agreed.

The school is exactly the same as Wang Hengxiao remembers, but it seems to be a bit more dilapidated, perhaps because the memory is too long.

This school is the central primary school in Hehui Township, and 500% of school-age children go to school here.So there are hundreds of people, plus the minority class, there may be four to five hundred people.

The beginning of school was the busiest time. It was a winter vacation and everyone was having fun. At this time, they gathered together again at school, so it was natural to have a lot of fun. Many children gathered together to play.Wang Hengxiao followed his father to the middle office and found the director of academic affairs.Before the dean came to work, he went to the principal. In fact, schools in the countryside are very casual. As long as they maintain normal operations, there is almost no one to care about the rest.

Tang Peng went directly to the class with his father. He went to school here last year, and this year is the second semester of the first grade, so he just reported according to the normal procedure.Wang Hengxiao is a transfer student. I talked to the principal before, and the principal agreed. Now come and talk again, and you can go to class.

However, the tuition fee is a little bit more expensive than normal students.

The principal's surname is Zhang, a middle-aged uncle who is slightly overweight. He has local characteristics on his face. He is obviously from a nearby farm family. He is more polite to Wang Daguo and Wang Hengxiao. He directly arranges the class and goes to the third class of the first grade. .

There are a total of about 100 students in the first grade, and there are three classes in total.This era is the era with the strictest grade division. The school directly divides the students into grades. The best students are in one class, the middle ones are in one class, and the worst ones are in one class.

And the third class is the worst class.

Tang Peng, in the second class.

The higher the grade, the smaller the number, because many children in the neighborhood don't go to school after the fifth and sixth grades, and some don't go to the second grade. The school can't help but send people to work.

Therefore, the number of students in the sixth grade is almost half that of the first grade.

Wang Daguo also inquired about these ways in the school, and hurriedly asked: "Principal Zhang, the children in my house are all No. 1 in the exam in their hometown, can they be arranged to go to the first class?"

Principal Zhang said with a smile: "Now the third class is getting used to it. If it's suitable, I will make arrangements."

There are many migrant workers in Hehui Township every year, and many of them are with their families. It is a problem for children to go to school. Principal Zhang often receives some transfer students. It is okay for those with household registration like Wang Daguo, but some foreigners It is more difficult to do without an account.

In this respect, Principal Zhang is considered a good principal, and he really cares for the children in his heart.

"Hehe, that's good. I will trouble the principal in the future. Let's go there. There are still many things in my room."

Wang Daguo can't force it. Since the principal has made arrangements, let it be. His confidence in Wang Hengxiao is not at 01:30. But still take the first place.According to the general opinion that the quality of teaching in Xinjiang is slightly lower than that in their hometown, outstanding students in their hometown are 100% top students in Xinjiang.

The top students from the mainland... are invincible in Xinjiang.

Of course, this is all a joke.

Wang Hengxiao didn't care about this, he didn't care if it was a good class or a bad class.In fact, in my heart, I am more willing to go to a business class, because this is only in line with the life trajectory of my previous life.As a result, he got into the bad class without accident.

When I followed my father to the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-], a female teacher at the door was taking roll calls.

This is Tong Xia, the first grade teacher in Wang Hengxiao's memory!During the life in his hometown, whether it was the previous life or this life, Wang Hengxiao didn't have much memory of the school, so he always regarded the school in Xinjiang as his enlightenment life, and Mr. Tong was his first teacher.

"Hong Yuan..."

"To!"

There was a long line of students carrying schoolbags at the door, and when Teacher Tong read a person's name, that student stood up and entered the classroom to take a seat.

Hong Yuan!

Wang Hengxiao's ears moved when he heard the name, and he looked over there. A boy who was obviously taller than the other children stood up with a schoolbag on his back, walked to the classroom, and even fought with a few boys around him. .

This sunny boy was one of Wang Hengxiao's best friends in his previous life.

Hong Yuan!

The primary school and junior high school are in the same school, and when the junior high school lived on campus, they lived in the same dormitory for three years.

The real ones are buddies who have fought together, dug out bird nests together, fought mud together, and climbed over fences together.