Poverty alleviation variety show goes to the countryside, my talent can no longer be hidden

Chapter 11 Teacher Zhou wrote casually
In the hot July, the smell of sweat seems to be floating in the misty air.

This is one of the most hated months for all working people, but it is the children’s favorite summer vacation time.

But the children in Siyuan Village have no chance to enjoy the holidays.

The weak knowledge base and scarce teaching staff mean that the per capita educational resources they can enjoy are far less than those in the outside world.

If we want to make up for the missing resources, we have to make full use of every day of vacation...

"So in fact, our school does not have winter and summer vacations."

In the program, the village chief Yang Tiezhu said with emotion: "In the past, every year during the holidays, Teacher Zhou continued to teach the children for free."

"Won't the children feel bored studying every day during the holidays?" Cao Xing asked curiously.

"The children here are different from yours." Yang Tiezhu said with a smile: "If the children here don't study, they can only go up the mountain to dig for food and go down the river to fish every day, or go out to work illegally to support their families."

"Compared to that, it's definitely more comfortable at school."

"And the children all know that studying is the only way for them to change their fate, so no one complains."

"Wow, I suddenly feel that we substitute teachers have a great sense of responsibility." Lin Xina was very excited, like a child who had found a new toy. "This is my first time as a teacher!"

"It's my first time too." Cao Xing quickly added, "I used to be scolded by teachers every day, but I never thought that one day I would become a teacher myself."

"Then you have to work hard." Lin Xina smiled and said, "Don't make a fool of yourself in public later."

"Impossible!" Cao Xing puffed out his chest. "Other things won't work, but I can teach elementary school students some physical education!"

After the FLAG is set, the scene changes directly.

"No, no, it's too fast, I can't run anymore." Cao Xing held his knees and gasped for breath, "My lungs are going to explode."

Cao Xing's lungs didn't explode yet, but the barrage did.

【Ha ha ha ha……】

【What good will it do you if I die of laughter? 】

[Why are you setting a flag for no reason? You’ve embarrassed yourself even to your grandma’s house]

[The details are well written, and I give a thumbs up to the editor! ]

[I can’t even outrun the little brother in the fourth grade. This is really a dark history +1]

[No, these kids are too fierce, how can they run so fast?]

[Nonsense, the children in mountainous areas are good at enduring hardships and persevering in learning! ]

After panting for a long time, Cao Xing held the remaining half bottle of water and waved to a child who had already finished running, "How come you can run so fast?"

"We practice at least two sets of one thousand meters every day, and have a mountain cross-country training every month. We are used to it." The boy replied, wiping the sweat off his face.

"At least two sets of 1,000 meters every day?!" Cao Xing was stunned. "You guys are not going to apply to a sports school, so you don't have to work so hard, right?"

"Because Teacher Zhou said that it is more difficult for us mountain kids to get into middle school and college than others. Every point is precious, so we must get all the points we can in sports."

Cao Xing was stunned. "Then you guys don't feel tired?"

"No." The boy smiled brightly. "There are eggs and milk in the cafeteria every day. If you are full, you won't be tired."

[Wow, this smile is so healing]

I swear I will never waste food again.

[Meat, eggs and milk are supplied every day. Teacher Zhou really has great merits.]

[If this happened in ancient times, the villagers would probably have built a shrine for him]

After resting for a while, Cao Xing cheered himself up and started to lead the children to play football in groups.

The field was bumpy and the goal was marked with bricks. The conditions were as rudimentary as they could be.

But as soon as the ball started rolling, all kinds of laughter and joy rang out on the playground, and Cao Xing quickly joined in and became a clumsy goalkeeper.

In the warm and harmonious picture, the camera slowly shifts to the classroom on the second floor.

Zhang Yunfeng, wearing a white shirt and jeans, stood on the podium.

"According to the schedule, this should be a reading and recitation class, right?"

"Yes—" dozens of fourth-grade students in the audience answered in unison.

"Okay, this is my first time as a teacher too. If there is anything I do wrong, you are welcome to point it out to me." Zhang Yunfeng smiled as elegantly as ever.

"Well, first of all, I want to ask a question - why do you have this recitation class? As far as I know, other schools don't have this class."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than half of the class raised their hands.

Zhang Yunfeng casually pointed at the little girl next to him and said, "You go ahead and tell me."

"Because Teacher Zhou said that we mountain children should not feel inferior. We should learn to hold our heads high and express our ideas loudly, and reciting is the best way to do that!"

Zhang Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and clapped, "Thank you, you said it very well."

"Then let's start your recitation. Today is my first time substitute teaching and I don't know the procedure, so why don't you try reciting a passage on your own? Who usually leads the recitation?" The girl who had just answered the question raised her hand again.

"Oh, what a coincidence?" Zhang Yunfeng laughed, "Come, let's welcome our squad leader."

The girl took out a piece of manuscript paper from the drawer and walked up to the podium in a heroic manner.

"Today's recitation is - "The Great Desert Dunhuang"."

"How I wish I could bring a bag full of dreams... Get ready!"

"How I wish I could bring a bag full of dreams
Lead a camel to the distant place filled with wind and sand..."

"How I wish I could follow the ancient road so far away
Looking for the desert Dunhuang in my dreams
June snow across the Qilian Mountains
Walking into the desert where the scorching wind blows the sand..."

"I'm looking for a stone axe left there by my ancestors.

See if it can still produce flames for more than 4,000 years.

Chasing the sunset on the Silk Road

Trekking along the Hexi Corridor where drums and horns once rang...”

The neat and loud recitation sounds rang out in the classroom.

Zhang Yunfeng was completely stunned.

The barrage was instantly filled with “?”

[What kind of article is this? I don’t think I’ve seen it before?]

[So beautiful, I am intoxicated by it]

[Such a strong visual effect, giving me goosebumps]

[Is there any great writer who can tell me what it is called? I want to download it! ]

On the sofa in the living room, a young woman who was watching with great interest also showed a surprised expression.

"Honey, who wrote this?"

Yan Lei shook his head in astonishment, his eyes unwilling to leave the TV screen for a moment, "I haven't heard of it."

"Tsk." The young woman smiled complacently.

He looked so reluctant just now, but now he’s watching more excitedly than anyone else!
"...I want to hear the lingering sound of the Qiang flute that penetrates through the ages
In the night sky of the wilderness, sad and melodious

By the cold moonlight of the desert

I really want to find the lost cattle and sheep of the Wusun people

Traveling in the wilderness
How I wish I could raise the Yuezhi people's precious sword and light up the night sky!"

"Okay." The female monitor gestured to stop, "Next, let's learn to recite the second half sentence by sentence..."

"Um... let me interrupt." Zhang Yunfeng's old face turned red. He felt that he was a little ignorant and ashamed to be a teacher.

"I would like to ask, which writer wrote this prose poem?"

The female monitor blinked, "Writer? No, this is just what Teacher Zhou wrote for us."

Zhang Yunfeng's eyes widened. "Teacher Zhou wrote this?"

"Yes."

"Just...just write it casually?"

"Yes." The female monitor said seriously, "I heard from the sixth graders that Teacher Zhou wrote this poem in half a class period, and he didn't even write a draft."

Zhang Yunfeng subconsciously held onto the podium; he felt as if he was having some symptoms of a heart attack.

【? ? ? 】

[Listen, is this human language? ]

[Teacher Zhou again?!]

[It’s ok to be good at writing songs, but is he also good at writing prose poems? ]

[Is this still a human being?! ]

[I'm so impressed, this is not some volunteer teacher, he's clearly a god! ]

[I seriously suspect that Mr. Zhou is not a person. This is a code name for an organization. It's too outrageous! ]

[Penguin, what are you doing? Why don’t you find Teacher Zhou quickly?]

[I guess they are playing hard to get. It will definitely come out at the end of this season...]

After taking a few breaths, Zhang Yunfeng smiled and said, "Well, can I take a look at the recitation manuscript in your hand? I see there seems to be more than one manuscript in it?"

(End of this chapter)