Rebirth of a Husband and Family

The next day, Tong Qian took the initiative to get dressed, packed his schoolbag, and went to school just after eating.

Wang Pingping teased in surprise: "Every time I go to school, I'm always dawdling. Why are you so active today? Do you miss your teachers and classmates?"

fart.

That's because I don't want you to find the winter homework in your schoolbag.

Tong Qian complained silently.

They made up their homework until midnight yesterday, and finally finished the two winter vacation homework.

The topic is not difficult, but the handwriting is difficult.

Although Zhou Mingyan had reminded him in advance that he had to imitate his own handwriting when he was a child, Tong Qian always unconsciously used the brushwork of his adulthood, so he had to erase and write, and toss endlessly.

It was rare for Tong Qian to wake up early today, and pushed Zhou Mingyan back to bed when he was about to get up.

"You worked hard last night. Let's sleep a little longer today. I'm going to school first."

Tong Qian has walked the road to school many times. Even after many years, he will not go wrong, let alone Tong Pan'er with him.

The two children in the family are both studying at Daya Primary School in the village. Tong Qian is in the third grade and Tong Paner is in the fourth grade.

That's right, although the two are three years apart, they are only one level apart.

Da Ya Primary School had no money to repair it, and only saw a row of off-white buildings with peeling walls standing in the cold wind.

The school is like a courtyard, with houses built on three sides, and the remaining gate is facing the road. The whole school is full of people, counting only about 100 people.

There are two classes for Grades [-], [-] and [-], and only one class for Grades [-] and [-].

At present, the five-year primary school education is still implemented, and the primary school only goes to the fifth grade at most, and then it is necessary to go to the junior high school.

From the appearance of the school, it can be seen that the school's teaching staff is weak. There is only one principal who is also a fifth-grade math teacher, and there are three other teachers who teach Chinese and mathematics for other grades.

There is not even an English class in the whole school. As for music, art, and technical classes, they don't even think about it.

Apart from Chinese and mathematics, there are only physical education classes on the schedule, and physical education classes are given to children to play by default.

After finding the classroom and figuring out his location and the school situation, Tong Qian looked at the sky speechlessly.

When he was a child, he really didn't think his school was so dilapidated and poor.

When he was lying on the table, trying to recall the past, he was suddenly punched heavily from behind.

"Depend on!"

Tong Qian was in pain, and wanted to look back to see which fool dared to touch him.

What caught my eye was Fatty's overly obsequious smiling face.

"Baby, have you finished your homework? Let me copy it when you're done."

Forget it, what a fool.

Tong Qian threw the schoolbag on his desk, "The homework is inside, take it yourself."

Only then did he remember that he and Fatty were still in the same class.

When the students arrived one after another, Tong Qian looked around, and suddenly found that many people in the class had accepted his cannon.

On the first day of school, Tong Qian, a third-grade primary school student, received an unprecedented welcome from his classmates.

First of all, of course, it was because he won the hearts of the boys with his scattershots during the Chinese New Year, and secondly, not only did he finish his winter vacation homework, but he was also willing to lend it to the whole class to copy!

"Baby, you are so kind, not like some people, cheapskate."

A male classmate took Tong Qian's homework and satirized loudly while copying it.

The one he connoted was Lin Keke, the study committee member of the class.

The little girl showed half of her missing front teeth, and gave the boy who was speaking a hard look.

It's true that she finished her homework, but she wrote it all so hard, why should she copy it for others!

Lin Keke put the winter homework on the table aggrievedly, and glanced at it from time to time.

She is a study committee member, and she will never take the initiative to borrow homework from her classmates.

But if someone took it, she wouldn't say anything.

However, despite the majesty of the study committee members, no one dared to be that early bird, even though they were greedy. They would rather be alone and leave to copy Tong Qian's homework.

The little girl was inexplicably upset, and muttered unwillingly, "If you make a mistake and get caught by the teacher, it depends on what you will do."

That boy just happened to hear him, and he dropped his pen, "It's none of your business if you make a mistake."

Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, Fatty went up to fight in a good-tempered manner.

"Xu Can, hurry up and copy, class is about to begin!"

Tong Qian sighed deeply as he looked at the students who were writing furiously.

He himself doesn't like to study, and he also knows that education is the foundation. However, depending on the situation, the villagers in Daya Village generally don't pay much attention to study. On the first day of school, there are so many students who haven't finished their homework.

In future generations, it is simply unimaginable.

Before he was reborn and came back, he also heard that each class now has a class group, and parents have to take pictures of their children's homework and upload them to the group every day for the teacher to check.

In a lively atmosphere, the headmaster rang the class bell.

That's right, all the bells in the school are manually operated. The headmaster keeps an eye on the time every day, and rings the school bell by pinch.

The head teacher and Chinese teacher came in and asked the study committee members from last semester to help with the winter vacation homework.

Tong Qian couldn't find his homework after searching for a long time, and he didn't know who they passed it to.

After copying, they should hand it in for themselves, right?

Tong Qian didn't care either.

Tong Zhengwen, the language teacher, is a man who wears glasses, is gentle, and is also from the village. Tong Qian went to his house to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year.

He stood on the podium, asked everyone to turn the book to the first page, and began to give lectures.

He started to talk very seriously, but on the first day of school, people's hearts were fluctuating. The students were too busy sharing the fun and delicious food for the New Year with their friends, and no one was in the mood to listen to the class.

The teacher finally couldn't continue speaking, and threw the book heavily on the table, and the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Say it, why don't you continue talking!" Tong Zhengwen said with a cold face, "Are you here to go to school or to chat? If you come to school, just shut up and listen to the class, and if you come to chat, get out and talk. "

Seeing that the teacher got angry, everyone shut up politely. Tong Qian, who had been lying on the desk to catch up on sleep, also straightened up guiltily.

Sitting in the classroom after a long absence, Tong Qian was restless.

He has been in the society for too long, and he already lacks the patience to learn.

Almost as soon as the get out of class bell rang, he rushed out to let the wind go.