Hard times have room

Chapter 384 Labor Lesson

As soon as Pauline returned to the dormitory, she threw her bag on her bed.

For the next hour or so, she first took off the quilt and the bamboo mat, and slept for more than half a year without washing it.

"Huh" After hanging the last pillowcase on the drying rod, Pauline slowly climbed onto her bed as if she had collapsed, making a clear exhalation sound, she was too tired.

Now lying on the bed with only cotton tires left, she doesn't want to get up, she just wants to lie down like this until she remembers herself.

But when the people in the dormitory were about to leave one after another, she knew that she could no longer lie down, otherwise, she would just wait for the teacher to go to class before continuing to sneak into the classroom!

She would rather go early and lie on the table in the classroom waiting for the teacher to come, rather than wait for the teacher to sneak into the classroom while the teacher is standing on the podium in class.

The first class was a new calligraphy class this semester. The teacher also knew that there were only a handful of students in the class who had brushes on their hands, so they were asked to write with pencils instead.

I don't ask how good the writing is, I just want their words to be good-looking and regular. Now some students in the class are too sloppy in their writing. When the teacher is marking the homework, their hair is almost scratching bald. I really can't guess what the word is!

For this reason, I knew that when the school offered a special calligraphy class for high school students this semester, they even went to him on purpose, just for eight characters, not for goodness, but for regularity.

Of course, it would be even better if some classmates could write their own style, and he would not be stingy with advice. Teacher, isn't it just about teaching and educating people? If he is a calligraphy teacher, if he has few hands who can do it Student, he was too embarrassed to go in and interrupt when the teachers were chatting in the future.

The second class was more interesting. In the history class, Pauline felt that she was both familiar and unfamiliar. There were a lot of big events, but most of the people's names were unfamiliar. Not a lot.

For example, Wu Zetian, the empress of the Tang Dynasty, was right, but then another empress came out, her daughter Princess Taiping. Even so, the established historical cycle has not changed. After decades of civil strife and division After that, the Tang Dynasty was finally buried in history.

Paulin knew a lot of things from the history class, or she went to the library to pick up and read books, but most of them were in class. Will be happy to answer, although some of the questions may sound naive.

Now she doesn't know much about the history of China, but a familiarity can be said cheekily.

Because many are different, since September last year, Pauline has set aside a certain amount of time every week to go to the library to read books, mainly in terms of history and humanities. She wants to know more about this country in a different time and space.

At present, she only knows that many parts of China are very similar to the countries of the previous life, but she doesn't know about foreign countries, so she doesn't know anything, even the materials in the library are pitiful, no, basically no.

Only know that the previous world war, after six years of resistance, finally won the final victory

"Jingle Bell--"

"Jingle Bell--"

When the get out of class bell rang, Xu Wenhua slowly closed the lesson plan he had prepared.

"Okay, classmates, that's it for today's class, the get out of class is over." After speaking, he held the book in one hand and the other behind his back, and the whole person seemed to be swaying out of the classroom.

He is not very old, in his 40s. Although he is middle-aged, he doesn't look old at all, and he looks very elegant.

He usually wears loose long shirts, with straight hair, one hand behind the back, and sometimes he hums his favorite jokes, humming while walking, and when he rises, both hands will still be humming. He is a very easy-going and funny teacher, and he is also very popular among students at school.

This time, everyone did not leave after class, but continued to sit in the classroom and wait for their head teacher.

That's right, the next class is a labor class. According to the previous process, the head teacher will come to the classroom first and arrange things for them, mainly for some hands-on aspects.

Not long after Mr. Xu Wenhua left, Mr. Jiang Yutian and Jiang came in with a small black book with a blue pen on it, which was really conspicuous.

"Classmates, the content of our labor class this time is to clean the streets, not inside the school, but to go outside." As soon as Jiang Yutian entered the classroom, he directly pointed out the location of the labor class, which was in line with her temperament.

"This time, after we went out from the school gate, we first walked forward, about a mile or so, and there was a small road where we turned right. There were many trees there, and no one took care of them. Now the leaves are falling so badly that they are already piled up. It's thick."

"Mr. Luo Wen saw it yesterday when he passed by that place, and it was reported this morning. So, our goal this afternoon is the small road, clean the road, and then pile the leaves together and burn them together."

The original plan was to clean the school and prune some of the original flowers and trees in the school. What should be repaired, what should be pruned, and what should be pulled out, in short, we need to clean up.

When spring arrives, the grass in the school grows very fast. No one takes care of it for three days. The vines are all climbing up the main road, and those trees are growing more and more casually. , the short road is blocked for you, and the high point is close to the building, so you can stretch the branches directly to the place that should not be stretched.

Now the students' labor class has been changed to once every two weeks. Don't ask, it's just that you're not physically strong enough.

The labor class has to work, and they move non-stop until the work is finished. No one is exempt. This kind of movement will digest the contents of the stomach quickly. They are here to study, not to lose weight, once every two weeks , compared to what they are eating now, it is already very frequent.

Now the students eat too little. Everyone sees this point, but there is no way. There are only so many people who have been allocated. This is still under the circumstances of the school's rationale.

Last year's weather had a great impact on the yield of crops, especially the autumn harvest. Basically, there was nowhere to harvest food.

It's just that little thing. If you really take it all away, when the summer harvest is bleak, and there is no food for the autumn harvest, it will really drive people to the dead end.

(End of this chapter)