Mr. Transcendence

After class, Yuan Anping drank some tea to moisten his throat.At this moment, Zhongsun Lianjue came over. His leg injury had healed a lot, but in order not to delay the recovery of his leg, he still had to use crutches when walking.

Sitting down next to Yuan Anping, Zhongsun Lianjue said, "I heard that you take children as assistants. They haven't learned much yet, can they handle it?"

Yuan Anping thinks it's okay: "It's a teaching assistant. When I want to be free, help me teach the newly recruited students. I am also helpless. You are not willing to teach, and Xue Zhoujin is not willing to help. I have to do it myself. I go to class all day long. Now I can handle two classes, and I will not be able to do it if the number of students increases in the future. Therefore, it is better to train a few people who can help me to share. These children usually study very seriously. The knowledge is also solid, and it should not be a problem to teach new students literacy and arithmetic.”

Zhongsun Lianjue knew that he mainly wanted to be lazy for a while, so he reminded him: "Being a teacher is different from being a student."

Yuan Anping smiled: "I know that, learning knowledge well does not necessarily mean that the class can be taught well. However, I think it is still possible to pick two of those children who can give lectures on stage."

"If you have success, you can count on it, but you also have to consider, even if you can find students to help you teach, if the parents of the new students know that you let their children teach their children, will they be willing?" Zhongsun Lianjue reminded Yuan Anping don't forget this question.

Yuan Anping said indifferently: "If you don't like it, you can take the child away, and I don't care for the little thing they gave you."

Zhongsun Lianjue understood his personality, so he didn't preach. He just said, "You know what's in your mind, just don't mislead your children. After all, it's not easy for poor families to give their children education."

Yuan Anping nodded: "I know that." Poor parents all over the world, it is really hard for them to take care of their children's future, and he would not take things but not let their children get the education they deserve.

What he is most concerned about recently is Yuan Lin's problem.In Yuan Anping's eyes, what is pitiful, poverty is not within the scope of what he thinks is pitiful.Relatives are healthy, with the care of family members, even if they eat bran and swallow vegetables, they will feel warm in their hearts.And living in this world, no one cares, no one cares, no one pays attention to, even if you are well-clothed and well-fed, it is unfortunate.Yuan Lin lost his only family member, the only person who loved him dearly, not to mention that Yuan Lin didn't have a good life, the child was still young, and his livelihood was a problem. If he didn't care, the child would have to suffer grow up.

Yuan Anping is well aware of the desolation of celebrating a festival alone, and has also experienced the feeling of not being cared for when he is sick. When he saw Yuan Lin, he felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

Yuan An calmly said, "I hope Yuan Lin can become a teaching assistant." He would not open the back door for Yuan Lin, because it would be unfair to other children, and it also violated the principles he usually taught children. "If Yuan Lin doesn't make it, I can only think of other ideas."

Yuan Anping got up with a smile: "You keep sitting, I'll go and see what's for dinner tonight."

Zhongsun Lianjue didn't bother to talk to him, but because he knew Huo Xiaohan's experience, he felt that he was lucky to meet Yuan Anping.Therefore, regarding Yuan Anping's sometimes transgressive behavior, he pretended that he hadn't seen it.

When he came to the kitchen and saw Huo Xiaohan kneading dough, Yuan Anping moved a small bench and sat beside him to chat with him.

"Steamed buns. Is it made of dough?"

Huo Xiaohan smiled and said to him: "Well, I made the dough in the morning. I'm done eating the buns, so I need to make new ones."

Yuan Anping suggested: "Is there enough dough? Or, steam some oil rolls. There is still brown sugar at home, wrap a few sugar corners, Xiao Rui likes to eat."

"Okay, it's all steamed. Is the oil roll made into a steamed bun, or a big round cake?"

Gangzimo is made by kneading the noodles into long strips, and then cutting them into individual pieces, while the round cakes are naturally quite large, with several layers of oil cakes, which are cut into corners with a knife when eating.Yuan Anping thought it would be good to make round cakes.In fact, this kind of large round cake is also called Tuanyuanmo here, and it is about three centimeters thick when steamed. When steaming steamed buns during the Chinese New Year, one must be made, because it is made round, which means reunion.Yuan Anping likes to eat this kind of steamed buns, but the steamed buns during the Chinese New Year must be as big as a grate, and the ones they usually cook are naturally a few sizes smaller.There is no name for reunion buns.

Yuan Anping thought: "Let's make big round pancakes, it tastes delicious steamed like that. I'll help you cut some green onions." He can still do it.

Among the cooks, Huo Xiaohan has the most right to speak, and Yuan Anping is also used to speaking out now: "Cut more chopped green onions, and chop them finely."

"Okay. Isn't there an egg left in the morning, I will peel some garlic later, and smash some egg garlic."

The two were busy in the kitchen, and they didn't relax until the steamed buns were in the pot.

Huo Xiaohan asked: "There are oil rolls, don't you need to cook at night?"

"Well, just cook some porridge and drink later."

When the aroma of noodles wafted from the pot, Yuan Anping said to Huo Xiaohan: "When I was young, I liked to eat steamed buns and buns just out of the pot. I could eat two without eating vegetables. I especially feel that the steamed buns that are just steamed are sticky peppers. Muddy is the best."

Huo Xiaohan asked with a smile: "When did you eat two buns? A kid as big as Li Zi can eat three steamed buns in one meal."

"Well, it was when I was a child anyway." No matter how old Yuan Anping was, no one here could eat it.It is said that the men in the village can usually eat six in one meal, but they still dare not let go.

Yuan Anping smelled the smell of steamed buns, and his memory drifted: "It's not comparable to their appetite. I was young at that time, and I could only eat one steamed bun at a time. If it was freshly steamed, I could eat two or three. It's a pity that I grew up later. There will be no such opportunities when I grow up." No one made it for him, and there is no such kind of farm stove anymore, and the steamed buns don't have the taste that I remember.Before thinking about it, I felt a little sad, but now that I have traveled through time, I have come across this kind of farm stove again, and now someone cooks for him, so he is quite satisfied.

Huo Xiaohan thought he was talking about growing up, after Yuan Anping's parents passed away, he was reluctant to eat, and no one would cook for him.

Huo Xiaohan comforted him: "Whenever you want to eat in the future, I will make it for you."

Yuan Anping smiled at him: "That's right, I don't lack food or cooks now." Looking at Huo Xiaohan, who had a much more cheerful personality, "You really should go out and meet people more, If you are not used to being with strangers, you can often go to Grandma’s house, or you can go to Miss Xiaoyu. You can get used to them if they take you with you.”

"Well, it's agreed to go to Miss Xiaoyu tomorrow. She has a few sisters who are good friends and wants to introduce me to each other." Huo Xiaohan felt happy. He hadn't had much contact with his peers in the village before, and he also wanted someone who could A friend who speaks the truth, but I don't know if I can make it.

Yuan Anping thinks it's good: "It's good to know more, it's very important to have a friend with a similar temperament."

"Well, Sister Xiaoyu said, you need to have a few good friends in the village, talk together or something, it's not good to be bored at home all the time, that's not good." As for what is wrong, Yuan Xiaoyu didn't talk to He elaborated.However, he also knew that to live in the village, he had to be friendly with some people, and he would have someone to help him if something happened in the future.

Since Zhong Sunrui studied with other children, he has made many friends.Because after school, it’s not time to eat at each family’s house, so we get together to play if we are friendly, and solve the problems that we didn’t understand in class.Yuan Anping taught them that three people must have my teacher's reasoning, so they are used to learning while playing, and if they can't solve problems with each other, or have disputes, they can ask Yuan Anping in class the next day.

Zhong Sunrui is very happy to have a group of friends, and runs out with them every day after school.He didn't run back happily until there were voices calling the children to go home for dinner everywhere in the village, and everyone went back to their homes.

It was a coincidence that Zhongsun Rui came back, and the steamed buns just came out of the pan.

Yuan Anping held the steamed bun basket and said: "Hey, it's better to come early than to come early. Go wash your hands and eat. Fresh steamed buns, as well as oil rolls and sugar corners."

Zhong Sunrui was very happy when he heard that there were oil rolls and sugar corners. After cheering, he ran over to wash his hands.

After all, Yuan Anping is a modern person, and he is very particular about personal hygiene, so not only Zhong Sunrui, but also the children he teaches are ordered by him to develop the habit of washing hands before meals.Sometimes, from time to time, he would let those children stretch out their little hands for him to see, to check whether they were obedient.

The children in the village are not very particular about it. They naturally get their hands dirty when they play games and mud, and the family members don't care too much about the sanitary conditions, and they don't care whether their hands are dirty or not, they grab buns when they eat.Especially in winter, not to mention the face and neck, many children have a thick layer of dirt on the back of their hands, which cannot be easily washed off.

However, because of Yuan Anping's repeated orders, their family also felt that their child was a cultural person after all, and they had to look up to Yuan Anping. Therefore, from the outside, Yuan Anping's students looked cleaner than the children who played wildly in the village. many.

After the meal, Yuan Anping took out a basket, picked up some steamed buns and steamed rolls and put them in, then asked Zhong Sunrui, "Do you want to share your candy corners with Yuanlin?"

"Let's divide him up." Zhong Sunrui felt that Yuan Lin was so pitiful without his grandfather.He couldn't even imagine how sad he would be without his grandfather.

After tidying up, Yuan Anping handed the basket to Zhong Sunrui: "Here, go and give these food to Yuan Lin." If the peers send it to him, the child Yuan Lin should not refuse too much, nor will he because of other people's sympathy and pity and feel bad.

Yuan Anping thought it over, Yuan Lin had a stubborn temper, he could only ask Zhong Sunrui to bring him some food occasionally, lest the other party feel as if he owed him so much favor.