Golden Fishing Village

The class bell rang, and Ao Muyang stood on the podium calmly and looked at the students.

The students didn't give in to him, especially the dozen or so children in the village who were even more tolerant. They gathered together to laugh and chat because they were familiar with him, and even crossed their legs to get on the kang and drink soju.

Ao Muyang stood on the podium with his arms folded and looked at the grandchildren with kind eyes.

The students gradually started to make a fuss. A few bold children in the village stood up and asked, "Uncle Xiaoyang, are you stupid? Why are you so still?"

"How are you talking? My dad said that standing still is a bastard, and Uncle Xiaoyang is not a bastard."

"Uncle Xiaoyang must have had his acupoints tapped."

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "No, Uncle Xiaoyang is looking at you."

"Look what we are doing?"

Ao Muyang looked at his watch and said: "The activity class is a big class, and a class lasts ninety minutes. I have a habit of waiting until it gets quiet before starting classes or meetings. If you want to make a fuss, then we'll start it when it gets quiet. In class, when does the ninety-minute class finish and when does it end?”

The students did not accept this trick, and a young man laughed and said: "You want to drag the teacher into trouble? Then we will sue you to the Education Bureau. The Education Bureau will not allow the teacher to be dragged into trouble."

Ao Muyang said: "Silly boy, can the Education Bureau control me? I can control your parents. You guys, please listen to me. Everything you did today is here..."

He pointed to the mobile phone standing on the desk: "I will show your parents what you are doing in class later, and I will instruct them to beat you up."

The relaxed expressions on the young men's faces suddenly froze.

The noisy classroom quickly became quiet. Someone wanted to speak, but the person at the next table quickly covered his mouth and whispered: "Don't talk."

"I want to report to shit."

"No, you don't want to."

The classroom fell silent, and Ao Muyang showed the ropes. He patted the colorful thin ropes and asked, "Guess, what are these for?"

A girl timidly said: "Whoever disobeys will be tied up and not allowed to go home."

Ao Muyang thought about it for a while: "What a good idea."

The classroom suddenly became quieter.

Lu Zhizi, who came to observe, smiled and shook her head. She leaned outside the door and watched. At this time, she reminded: "The activity class still needs to have some atmosphere."

Ao Muyang took out the two little monkeys from his pocket. His eyes were hazy as he slept in his pocket. He was nibbling on a young branch in his trouser pocket when he suddenly saw many eyes staring at him and quickly hid the branch behind him.

"Wow!"

"monkey!"

"Monkey King!"

"Is this the Monkey King? The adaptation is not a random fabrication, and the drama is not nonsense. In order to reshape the image of the Monkey King, in the second half of this year, the Sino-US co-production of Journey to the West will be officially launched. I will continue to play the Monkey King Sun Wukong. I will use beautiful The artistic image of the Monkey King strives to create a positive image, blossoming in both style and style, and promoting Chinese culture. "A child stood up and said solemnly. After finishing speaking, he scratched his head, winked and looked around, causing the whole class to cover their faces. Mouth smiles.

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said: "It's all a mess, be careful of Teacher Six suing you. You all focus on this rope. I'm going to use the rope to teach you how to tie fishing knots today. Have you all seen fishing rope knots?"

Some children nodded, some shook their heads, and all the children were staring at their pockets and trouser pockets.

Ao Muyang stuffed his pockets and trouser pockets into the desk drawer, and then said: "It seems that some students don't know what a fishing knot is, so the teacher will have to come and explain it to you."

Lu Zhizi coughed lightly, and Ao Muyang reacted and changed his words: "Ahem, the teacher said that if anyone doesn't understand, the teacher can introduce it to you."

“The fishing knot is a way of tying ropes created by our fishermen in our production and life. It is a precious wealth left to future generations by the fishermen’s ancestors with their hard-working hands and wisdom. It tells us that only diligent and down-to-earth work can Only then can we hold up one beautiful dream after another!”

A child in the village raised his hand, Ao Muyang nodded and said: "Ao Xiaoling, just say what you want to say, no need to whine..."

"Ahem."

"The teacher is saying that there is no need to be formal in this activity class. Everyone should relax and speak freely." Lao Ao changed his mind again midway.

Upon hearing this, a student was lying on the chair and said, "Relax, relax, everyone. Can anyone give me a squeeze on your shoulder? Ding Xinni, come here, give me a squeeze."

Seeing this scene, Ao Muyang almost wiped the blackboard and flew over. He frowned and shouted: "What nonsense is this? You deserve a beating, don't you? Be serious!"

The student was so frightened that he quickly sat up and said with an aggrieved look: "Are you relaxed or serious? Teacher Lu, why don't you come to class? We won't have social activity classes."

Ao Muyang was so angry that he also looked at Lu Zhizi and said, "What's going on with the students now? Why is this team so difficult to lead?"

Lu Zhizi said with a smile: "Do you think it was when you were a child? Today's children are exposed to more information, and they are all weird. Today, I want you to experience the fun of being a teacher."

Seeing that she refused to come to help, Ao Muyang had no choice but to continue to do it by himself. He patted the table and said, "Don't make trouble for me. If you make trouble, we will delay school. If you don't make trouble and cooperate with me, then you can finish fishing." After the knotting class, let’s play with the monkey in the rest of the time, okay?”

This time he got to the point. The students nodded repeatedly and looked at the rope impatiently.

Ao Xiaoling, who had been holding his hands up, was about to cry: "I, I, I."

Ao Muyang said: "Okay, classmate Ao Xiaoling, say whatever you want."

"Uncle Xiaoyang, please let me go to the toilet. Really, I have diarrhea today and I can't hold it anymore."

Ao Muyang waved his hand helplessly and said: "Go, go, go."

After Ao Xiaoling left, Ao Muyang glanced at the lesson plan and continued the class: "This fishing knot was invented by our fishing people in their hard work. It has been passed down from generation to generation through oral transmission, and in the process of passing it on, the wisdom of the working people has been continuously innovated..."

Another student raised his hand actively, with his arm raised high.

Ao Muyang took a deep breath and asked: "Do you want to poop too?"

A bunch of students laughed immediately.

The student stood up and said, "No, teacher. I want to tell you that we are all family here, and no school leaders are here to listen to the class. You should be honest and don't say these empty words. In short, don't say this kind of thing, it's a waste of time."

"Hey, you bunch of elementary school students." Ao Muyang slapped the table in a pretentious manner, then turned to Lu Zhizi outside the door and said, "You have to strengthen their ideological education. This answer is not party-spirited enough."

He didn't want to say these words either, but he remembered that when he was in school, some traditional cultural teachers taught in this way.