The History of the Struggles of Single Mothers

Chapter 165 Realistic Deformation Meter (4)

It doesn't matter if the classroom is dilapidated, even the tables and benches are not uniform, some are connected, some are single, and the table is just a stool that is a little higher than the stools they sit on.

There is no blackboard, no podium, no water dispenser, no study area, no corner of books...

Zhao Xi stood there in a daze, out of tune with them.

A child walked over, pulled Zhao Xi and said, "Sister, take my seat."

As the child spoke, he gave her his seat, while he sat on a rock.

"You should sit here! I sit on a rock, I wear more clothes than you, so I won't get cold."

The child refused, saying that she was a guest, and their mother and teacher taught them to be a hospitable and polite Tujia people.

Zhao Xi understood her mood, and didn't continue to give way. He opened the book with the children and began to read.

Their books are densely written with pencil words, which look messy, but the books are brand new.

Thinking about my own book, it is simply not easy to talk about.

As the bell in the principal's hand was rang, the students sat quietly in their seats, no matter in terms of sitting posture or speed, they were no less than children in urban schools.

The students kept looking at the door, wanting to see what the teacher from outside was like, but what Zhao Xi never expected was that the so-called teacher from outside was actually Chen Ziyi.

Even though she is a self-taught junior college diploma, before coming here, she checked a lot of things related to primary school textbooks and extracurriculars.For coming here to teach primary school students, it can also be said that she is too busy.

Zhao Xi not only took the class so seriously for the first time, but also interacted with Chen Ziyi with the knowledge he had learned, so that the students could remember it more clearly.

At the end of a class, the students surrounded Chen Ziyi and Zhao Xi, asking them about the knowledge in the textbooks and about the outside world. The innocent faces of the children were vividly displayed at that moment.

At noon, led by the principal, they went to the fire in the playground. The so-called playground is actually a blank space, not even as big as the outside yard.

The big guys gathered around the fire, using branches to dig out the sweet potatoes roasted in the fire, they knew how to be humble, and gave Zhao Xi and Chen Ziyi what they took out first, and they continued to dig out.

Zhao Xi had never eaten such grilled food in the true sense, nor had he ever eaten such delicious food.

In the evening, they didn't go to the small farmyard again, but went back to their home with their classmates. They were really hospitable. As soon as they heard that there were guests coming, the adults quickly greeted them home.

This family is not as good as the small farmyard where I lived before. It is just a few small wooden houses. The cliff is at the door. There are red peppers and golden corn hanging from the eaves. This is the real farmhouse!
The furnishings in the house can be seen at a glance. A table, a few chairs, a stove, and a self-built cupboard are the entire kitchen and living room.

As soon as they sat down, they enthusiastically served them their unique secret wild jam tea. It was sour and sweet at first, but after drinking it, the aftertaste in their mouths was extremely sweet, just like their The life here is the same, although there are bitterness and sweetness, but with their unyielding energy towards life, I believe that one day there will be only sweetness left.

For dinner, they not only cooked the local specialties, but also killed a chicken to entertain them.

The children are also very sensible. The elder brother cooks on the stove, the younger brother lights the fire, and the younger sister washes the vegetables...the perfect division of labor makes this meal more meaningful.

(End of this chapter)