With a Door In Mind

When Zhou Xiaochuan came back, there were still many people in front of Chu's place.

So many people can't finish it all at once.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan walk in slowly, she looked at each other through gritted teeth. It's not enough to match that expression with that delicate face, and it's not lethal at all.

The second math class was a female teacher whose surname was Wang and Wang Hong.

Originally, I was going to ask Zhou Xiaochuan to be the class representative, but when I knew that Zhou Xiaochuan was the monitor, I changed a girl to be the class representative.

However, Wang Hong didn't talk too much. He went straight to the topic in class and began to talk about the content of the textbook.

After a class was over, Chu Yanyan pushed Zhou Xiaochuan who was about to fall asleep.

"time to eat."

Zhou Xiaochuan heard the words lightly.

A group of children shrank their necks so that they would not be so cold. I went to the cafeteria with my cutlery.

The school has a total of 2 buildings with 2 floors. There are ten classes in the whole school, with a total of only 500 people.

Except for the main road, everything else is overgrown with weeds.

When I came to the place, it was said to be a canteen, that is, a large tiled house with a hundred and ten square meters. There are several old tables and chairs inside.

There is not enough space to sit, so people walk back with their lunch boxes. Now, it is not just squatting on the open space outside in summer to eat.

Zhou Xiaochuan, Chu Yanyan and Zhang Dazhuang were seated relatively close together, so they lined up together to get their lunch boxes.

There are also vegetables in the cafeteria, Chinese cabbage and radishes.

For a penny, each person can only play one. And only one spoon.

After cooking, everyone returned to the classroom, and they all opened their aluminum lunch boxes and started to eat.

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it, and it was basically polenta, millet porridge or a small piece of sweet potato.

A small number of people even had dango in it. But this gnocchi is not made of delicious vegetables.

Looking at the other party's expression that was hard to swallow, Zhou Xiaochuan knew what it was.

Substitute food.

At that time, people did their best to carry out a special botanical study, and called whatever they could eat as food substitutes.

A little better, made with carrot tassels and sweet potato leaves after drying.

Almost even corncob, wheat straw, rice husks are made into powder.

These are estimated to be people with really difficult families. And most of them come from rural areas.

These children will definitely not eat the latter, but the first.

The best guess for the whole class is what Zhou Xiaochuan ate, half-dried corn porridge.

However, there are still a few people who eat well, and some even have salted meat and salted fish, or dried vegetables.

Not a lot, just a little bit.

Originally, he was going to take out a few salted duck eggs and share them with Chu Yanyan, but upon seeing this, he only took out one.

After knocking it open, I took some out of it and put it in classmate Chu's lunch box.

Put a little in my bowl. There were some in the remaining shells, which he gave to Zhang Dazhuang, who was eating with his lunch box next to him.

The other party looked at the little protein left, and hesitated to take it. "thanks."

Chu Yanyan glanced at him and didn't speak. After several visits, she knew that the food at Zhou Xiaochuan's house would not be too bad.

Those who don't eat well see the food in the lunch box of those who eat well, and swallow their saliva unconsciously.

But no one went to ask for something to eat, and they all ate their own meals.

The classmates finished eating the unpalatable food in their hands in a dull way, went to the pool outside to clean their rice bowls, and began to smile again when they returned to the class.

The same course was continued in the afternoon. Only the subjects are different.

After school, he sent classmate Chu home, and went to pick up Zhou Xiaohe.

Back home, I looked at Zhou Xiaomi who was quietly painting there.

"What are you drawing? It's so ugly."

When Zhou Xiaomi heard his brother's words, he looked at him dissatisfiedly: "This is a fish."

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the painting on the paper, he laughed, where is the fish.

Two crooked circles.

"Oh it's a fish. Yes, you continue to draw."

He also knows how to draw a simple fish, but he doesn't teach her now, the child slowly explores it, and when she encounters difficulties, he will say that the effect will be better.

Zhou Xiaomi pouted and started to draw her painting again.

Zhou Xiaohe watched Zhile beside him, picked up a pencil and started teaching her.

Looking at the excited Zhou Xiaomi, he didn't ask Yang Yuemei how he was doing at school.

It's been a peaceful few days in a row. The teachers of several subjects have all come over and over again.

It's Saturday, and it should be a holiday in the afternoon.

But I received a notice that in the afternoon I would go to the fields next to the school to pull weeds and reclaim the land. Valley

There are more than ten acres of fields next to the school, which is also what the students who graduated before have experienced. Passed down from time to time.

When the head teacher brought everyone to the back of the school with farm implements, there were already a lot of people scattered there.

When I came to the place, I saw a piece of wood sticking on a piece of land of about 1 mu, which said the first grade of junior high school.

This should be the place for your own class.

The head teacher pointed to the ridge on the ground and said to the crowd, "This will be our field in the future. Whether Xia Shou can get good food depends on this field."

Zhou Xiaochuan came to understand that the food harvested in this land does not need to be handed over to the public, and the school distributes it by itself.

The class teacher shouted to Zhou Xiaochuan: "Squad leader, come here and take them to pull the grass first."

Hearing his words, Zhou Xiaochuan took a look at the place. It is 600 square meters and the size of six houses.

There isn't a lot of land, but I don't have any farming tools in my hands, so I can pull it out with my hands.

But since it's a rule, it can only be done.

The organizer was naturally thrown to Chu Yanyan again. He ran and started pulling up the weeds.

Although this winter has just passed, the weather is still very cold, and although some large grasses have died, it will still be very painful to pull the weeds hard.

Seeing this, the other students followed suit.

At this time, it is possible to distinguish between rural children and urban children.

The quick-witted is obviously experienced.

But children's hands are relatively tender after all. special girl. Not long after I pulled it out, someone started screaming in pain.

And other places are the same scene.

But many urban children saw some children, and it was much easier to wrap the grass around their hands and then pull them out. They all started to learn the same thing.

Teacher Yang, the head teacher, was naturally among the people pulling weeds.

Looking at the children who knew how to study, he also had a smile on his face.

Then he pulled up a long weed in front of him, and with a violent tug, it was easily pulled up.

"what…"

He was surprised for a moment, and then continued to pull the grass, but it felt relatively relaxed. The speed slowly picked up.

Others have unknowingly accelerated their progress.

At the end of the afternoon, everyone felt that their hands were hurt by the grass.

Many children in other classes have already started crying.

However, the weeds on the ground have almost been cleaned up at this time, and there are only some small weeds that are not easy to pull out.

After seeing the arrangement, the head teachers of each class left with the students of their respective classes.

"Huhuhu..."

Back in the classroom, Zhou Xiaochuan saw that Chu Yanyan was blowing her hand there~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, the other party's hand was already glowing red.

But her class is not rare.

Still lighter today.

The next day is Sunday, and there is also no rest.

Voluntary labor days are not only available in factories, but also in schools.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the ten shovels in front of him, how long did it take to dig.

The head teacher looked at Zhou Xiaochuan in a daze, and said, "Hurry up and divide it. Turn over the land as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the farming is busy, these will be returned."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded when he heard the words. That's right, there are hundreds of shovels in ten classes, so it is impossible for the school to buy so many shovels.

I took a group of people from my class to the field of my class.

There are a total of 50 people in the class, and there are only about 30 men, who take turns using the ten shovels.

The girl was pulling out the grass roots that were left in the overturned ground.

Therefore, it is impossible to talk about who suffers and who takes advantage.

Zhou Xiaochuan and a few classmates were resting beside them, watching other people work together.

One person took turns for half an hour.

"Shao Peng, do you feel that you have been energized recently?"

A student next to him asked a man who was resting with him.

When Shao Peng heard the words, it was also strange, "Yeah, it's a bit strange."

Zhang Dazhuang asked Zhou Xiaochuan from the side, "Xiaochuan, do you feel this way?"

Zhou Xiaochuan was drinking from a kettle when he heard the words. "I feel the same way."

There is no way to sell things to the school, so I can only add some spatial spring water to the cafeteria.

After a busy day, a group of people made a third of it.

After school, after everyone left, they thought they would continue to work on the next weekend.

When it comes to labor class, people still continue, the reason is to clear the land before the busy farming.