The previous Teacher Xiao Zhou was too enthusiastic, so when Chu River asked about the progress, even the simplest "one, two, three" had already been taught.
Of course, with the current teaching of the ’shepherd class’, if students can rember five out of ten numbers, that’s already remarkable.
But what’s taught is taught, and Chu River couldn’t cut corners. For the first ti as a teacher, Chu Aiguo decided to make a splash and establish his authority among the students. For example, recognizing characters had to start with the most important ones.
For example, her na.
That’s right, a group of ’shepherd class’ students who might not rember ten numbers clearly now have to leap up the learning ladder, advancing from one, two, three.
Liu Jia Bao burst into tears with a ’wah’.
"Teacher, this character is too hard, I can’t do it..."
Isn’t that the truth!
"One" is one horizontal stroke, "two" is two horizontal strokes, "three" is three horizontal strokes...
Even if "four" is a bit harder, with more practice you can get it.
But suddenly transitioning to the many-stroked "Chu River" is just too difficult! No wonder Liu Jia Bao cried in despair.
In fact, if the children weren’t already rolling on the floor practicing in the morning, they would all be crying now.
...
Teacher Chu’s teaching career hit a snag, but she wasn’t flustered at all, displaying the composure of a general:
"Why are you crying? It’s simple, whoever learns to write it first, I’ll tell them a story individually."
However, her lack of experience showed; although the story was tempting, the character was indeed too difficult. The little ones hadn’t even mastered basic strokes, and writing "Chu" alone filled half a sheet of old newspaper.
The gaps between strokes were so big that you could plant trees in them.
Teacher Chu’s class was far from over and the students were already collapsing, but she wasn’t worried. After pondering for a while, she still wanted to salvage her precarious dignity:
"Forget it, since it’s our first eting, we should have so relaxed mories. Let’s do this: I’ll teach everyone three other characters—木 (wood), 林 (forest), 森 (woods)."
"You definitely know these, right? Just take the bottom half off the ’Chu’.
The students wiped their tears and took a hard look at the bumpy blackboard notes, and it seed a lot simpler.
After all, one horizontal and one vertical make a 木 (wood).
Two woods 林 (forest), three woods 森 (woods).
This they could do.
Everyone worked hard to narrow the gaps between strokes, and finally managed to practice it before class ended.
Chu River checked their makeshift notebooks made from old newspapers stitched together, where pencil marks and newspaper ink left big smudges on their arms, but fortunately, the characters were compact.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
——Work three full months to beco official, and by then increase her salary by ten yuan. If she couldn’t manage this bunch of little kids during the trial period, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
This group of students, they’re really too dumb!
...
Being a teacher is too hard.
After a day, Comrade Little Chu helplessly admitted this fact and began to doubt the 28 yuan official salary she might get.
Of course, the 18 yuan salary for the trial period was a must, since she’d already worked a day.
But tiredness was indeed real!
Going ho and lying on the long bench like a grand master:
"Making a living is truly hard."
Shi Suifeng felt it was hard for him too. He had taken days off to help Little He adapt at ho, and now looking at the pot of at on the stove, he asked:
"Little He, I start training officially tomorrow, and I might occasionally be out on missions. What will you do about als then?"
Chu River was shocked and imdiately sat up from the bench.
"You’re going on missions too?!"
She could wait for training—good als are worth waiting for!
But if he’s out on missions, not at ho, who will cook?
Rely on her? If she could cook and do it well, wouldn’t life be breezy in the village? Zhao Xiuhua and Old Mrs. Chu took such good care of her!
Why co all the way to find Shi Suifeng?
"You scumbag."
She grumbled: "You said you’d co here to cook for every day. Who knew you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes would still be going on missions."
Shi Suifeng: ...
He didn’t expect it either; Little He truly couldn’t even cook a grain of rice now.
No matter where she ca from before, did she live on dewdrops in a past life?
He sighed and finally thought of a solution.
"When the ti cos, I’ll hand over the food tickets to the cafeteria, and you can bring back food. If you’re still hungry, I’ve stocked up on formula, snacks, cookies, and candies at ho for you."
"You’ll make it through."
Chu River sighed: "Can’t you make it in advance and freeze it in the fridge?"
Fridge?
Shi Suifeng laughed bitterly: "Those are imported from Japan, over three thousand a piece and still hard to buy."
He only had a few dozen bucks left, and even though Chu River had money on her, it wasn’t enough to total up to two thousand. Buy a fridge?
You needed a ticket.
It had to be a foreign exchange ticket.
Now a TV alone costs a few hundred, enough to feed a family of five for a year.
In the entire military district, who could afford it?
Let alone a fridge which was much more expensive.
Chu River felt really hopeless—
What kind of life was this!
...
Hearing the possibility of Shi Suifeng going on missions, Chu River ate one less bite of rice.
Putting down the bowl, she sighed deeply: "What kind of missions are you guys on anyway? Can’t you speed it up? I can last two or three days."
More than that, she couldn’t.
Cafeteria food, lacking oil, it really tasted bad to her!
With a sense of uncertainty as if she wouldn’t have her next al, Chu River wandered around the military district area, trying to find a good entrance into the mountain, hoping to catch another wild boar and stock up on food.
No fridge, but dried at could be stored, right?
Just then, a child ran up to her and stood in front of her, "Sister."
It was Little Xuan from Professor Zheng’s house: "Grandpa said I should go to school with you tomorrow."
Going to school actually ant going to the only childcare center—the child was too young and after the train incident, Professor Zheng wasn’t comfortable letting him go out of the military district to attend elentary, so he had to be sent to Chu River.
To be honest, Professor Zheng was actually relieved to hear the childcare worker had changed to Chu River—
As a knowledgeable intellectual who had suffered much, he now had different views on educating his grandson and wasn’t in a hurry to instill and impart knowledge.
In contrast, it was Chu River’s combat power that gave him reassurance and peace of mind.
With his grandson following his savior, nothing could be wrong!
With a new student about to join, Chu River wasn’t excited in the least, speaking numbly: "You better be smart, because if you’re too dumb, I can’t teach you well."
Little Xuan also fell silent.
Though his grandpa often praised him for being smart, but...was he really smart?
Adults always say these fake polite words.
He too fell into self-doubt.
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