The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 208 Yan Laoxi is beaten by chickens and eggs
07:30 in the morning.

The fifth grade classroom of Hongxing Elementary School.

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, was holding a large water cup, holding a wooden ruler and set square in his arms, pushed open the classroom door, and stood on the podium with a serious face.

When the primary school students who were fighting just now saw the teacher coming, they immediately stopped holding the broomstick and bench legs in their hands, and sat upright with their hands on the desk.

In front of the trash can at the end, in this magical position, there is another person who is addicted to reading comic books. He has been obsessed with it just now, and he hurriedly closed it when Teacher Yan came in.

While staring at Teacher Yan who came in, he quietly stuffed the comic into the military green schoolbag hanging on the corner of the table.

"Attend class!"

"stand up!"

"Hello teacher!"

Under the leadership of the monitor, the primary school students stood up straight and then bent down towards the podium.

"sit down!"

Teacher Yan put the things he brought behind the podium, smiled, pressed his hand down, and nodded towards the primary school student who just read the comic strip.

"Well, Wang Tianyu, don't accept it. Teacher Yan has seen it. School is a place for learning knowledge. You are not asked to bring these miscellaneous books to read. Teacher Yan will collect them for you first. When you get the nouns for the exam, the teacher will Give it back to you."

As he spoke, Yan Fugui picked up the bamboo pointer on the table, carried it behind his back, and stopped in front of Student Wang's desk.

"Teacher, can I not bring it next time? I know I was wrong this time. Please slap my palm and I will change it."

Classmate Wang Tianyu's arms were trembling, and he stretched out his little hands and buried his head deeply.

There is no way, the book is not his. If the borrowed book is confiscated, he will have to wait for the test results to come back before he can get it back. He has already sat in this position and has never thought about this. It would be better to get two sticks in the Year of the Monkey and the Horse. .

"Classmate Wang, the teacher knows that your family situation is good, you are a dual-income family, and your family situation is good, but if you bring your idle books to the class, it will affect other students. Let's do this. The teacher will not touch your palms. I will ask your parents to come over tomorrow. Talk to him about your studies!"

In the eyes of his classmates, Wang Tianyu looked like he was ready to be beaten and punished. In order to keep the comic strip, he was sacrificing himself. The students behind him who had not seen it all gave thumbs up.

But in the eyes of Teacher Yan, he was like a dead pig. He was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He watched all the other students turn their little heads and look at this side. They couldn't put the things away, so they could only use bigger tricks. Please parents.

"Teacher Yan... I... was wrong!"

When he heard that parents were to be invited, classmate Wang Tianyu couldn't hold himself any longer. He stood up, raised his head with tears in his eyes, and looked at Teacher Yan.

Yan Bugui made a serious face, picked up the pointer with his left hand and knocked on the desk. Unable to resist the student's sincere eyes, he made a fist with his right hand and cleared his throat.

"Well, I heard that your parents both work in the paper mill. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the school has to post couplets. You ask your parents to bring some "waste red paper" for you to bring over. When the time comes, Teacher Yan writes down some couplets. Give the couplet to the school as compensation for your influence on other students..."

Teacher Yan rolled his eyes and thought of a way. It made sense for his son to bring red paper to school and paste couplets to make up for the mistake when he made a mistake. As for the extra red paper, did his family save money and buy it soon after the Chinese New Year?

Classmate Wang Yutian, who just had a runny nose just now and looked like he was in bad luck, nodded quickly when he heard that he could stop collecting comic strips if he brought red paper. I remember that there were still a lot of red papers in the cabinet at home. Anyway, he told his parents I said I brought it to school, but they wouldn't even ask.

This way he could avoid being found out by his family and avoid being beaten. If he didn't like it, he quickly nodded his head.

"I, I will tell them when I get back that the factory will give them red paper during the Chinese New Year, and my parents will definitely be happy to post couplets for the school!"

"Okay, I'll teach you a lesson. The teacher doesn't covet your book. It's all for your learning. At this age, this is not the time to read this."

Teacher Yan achieved his goal. He narrowed his eyes with a smile that could trap a fly in the folds on his face. He patted Student Wang on the head and motioned for him to sit down first.

Returning to the podium, Teacher Yan cleared his throat and spoke to the thirty or so students below.

"Teachers who are not strict in teaching are lazy. The teacher does not expect you to become mathematicians, scientists, revolutionary soldiers, or workers, but I hope you can at least be adults. You are all in fifth grade. You must be sensible and don't give the teacher any tea, garlic, If you use a calendar or something like that through the back door, it still depends on you."

The morning sunshine slanted into the classroom, and the students bathed in the sunshine nodded their heads slightly as if they understood. Listening to Teacher Yan's teachings on the podium, they only felt that Teacher Yan at this time was extremely great, and he was everywhere. Think about yourself and the school.

Occasionally, two or three students sitting in the front row moved their mouths slightly, as if they knew more information, and looked at Teacher Yan with strange eyes.

"Stop talking about that, turn to page No. 30 in the textbook. Today's lesson is to calculate the surface area and volume of an object..."

Yan Bugui, who returned to his teacher personality, finally remembered what class he should teach today, picked up the chalk on the podium, and started drawing on the blackboard.

"Classmate Yuan Jianguo, please come up and solve this problem!"

After Teacher Yan wrote the title of this class on the blackboard, he kindly nodded to a classmate who buried his head deeply in the desk.

He stretched out his hand holding the chalk tip and raised it, encouraging him to come up and answer the question.

"Teacher Yan, I...I didn't understand!"

Yuan Jianguo smacked his lips dryly and looked at the rectangle on the blackboard with a blank expression, with a cube on top. He felt that he was unlucky because he was called on without even raising his hand.

Teacher Yan became a little anxious. He pursed his lips, retracted his chin, and returned to his serious and rigid teacher look.

"You can't do this. You won't be able to keep up at this time, and you will fall behind. Let's do this. If you can't do it, come to Teacher Yan after class. Then, next, classmate Hu Fangfang will come!"

……

"Ding, Ling Ling!"

The bell rang suddenly, reminding Teacher Yan who was in a state of preaching, teaching and solving doubts.

"Well, that's all for today. Students, remember to do your homework when you go back. The monitor will put the collected homework on my desk later."

After taking a sip of the warm tea in the cup, Yan Bugui packed up the teaching equipment on the table.

"stand up!"

"Goodbye, teacher!"

The students who were suffering from mathematics, saw that Teacher Yan was finally sent away, and immediately started to make a mess.

Some went to get the little book, some went to wipe the blackboard, and some picked up the broomstick and continued playing "pong, pong".

"Yuan Jianguo, don't forget to go to Teacher Yan's office!"

The squad leader wearing a red scarf collected the homework handed in by the team leaders and nodded at the classmate just now.

"okay, I get it!"

Yuan Jianguo frowned, put on the scarf and gloves on the table, opened the door, and walked to the teacher's office with his neck scrunched up.

"Why don't we go out and have a snowball fight!"

The naughty child looked at the accumulated snow outside the window and gave a suggestion.

"Okay~!"

The playful students immediately adopted his suggestion and swarmed out of the classroom and went to the playground to have fun.

After returning to the office and placing the utensils on the desk, Yan Bugui took the thermos bottle in the corner and refilled his teacup.

"Hey, Teacher Yan's get out of class is over!"

While waiting for the student to come over and give him "make-up lessons," unexpectedly, the dean of students pushed open the door and walked in. Yan Bugui stood up immediately.

"Director Gu, look, if something happens, someone will let me know and ask you to come over in person!"

Yan Bugui moved his chair over with a flattering look, preparing to let the director sit.

"Come on, come on, a new teacher has been assigned here. I am thinking that if you are still free, let her work here."

With that said, Director Gu waved to the girl standing outside to come in.

"Hey, the teacher is finally here. He is also teaching math class. Then I can relax a little bit!"

Yan Bugui rubbed his hands and looked at the dignified and elegant female teacher who was in her twenties. She smiled and started joking.Ran Qiuye might be a little shy, so he nodded with a smile, didn't say much, and took a look at the place where he would work in the future.

"He is a top student from Beijing Normal University. You can lead the area first. If not, you can teach from first to second grade."

After explaining, Director Gu arranged Ran Qiuye's desk and hurried back.

"Sit, sit!"

"Teacher Xiaoran, you graduated from the normal school, right? Okay, that's good!"

Seeing Ran Qiuye's appearance after taking off his scarf, Yan Bugui narrowed his eyes and nodded, and said in a familiar manner.

"Well, hello, Teacher Yan, please let me know if I do anything wrong in the future!"

Ran Qiuye could neither sit nor stand, so he had to bend over with Yan Bugui first, as if he were his teacher. He was so old, and I believe that after teaching him for a long time, others would have to teach him in the future.

"You're welcome, Comrade Xiaoran. Judging from your accent, do you think you're from Sijiu City too?"

Yan Bugui sat on the chair, as steady as an old dog, and had already begun to take the initiative to inquire about the other party's whereabouts.

"Bang bang!"

"Mr. Yan!"

The unlucky kid standing at the door, who disrupted their questioning, was none other than the classmate Yuan Jianguo who was called on in the math class just now.

"Teacher Yan, are you here?" Ran Qiuye secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yan Bugui with such an expression.

"Oh~, yes, the kid is a little behind in his studies. I want to come and give him some extra lessons!"

Yan Bugui looked at the person coming and thought of what he had to do today, but looking at Teacher Ran who was a little redundant at the side, he still said in a high-sounding voice.

"Teacher Yan, you are so responsible. Okay, you guys talk first, and I'll walk around the school first!"

Teacher Ran was in a hurry to go to the toilet. When he saw the students coming, he had an excuse and left the office door directly.

"Xiao Yuan, you can't continue like this, the progress is too slow!"

Seeing Teacher Ran open the curtain and walk out, Yan Bugui scolded him with a straight face and a serious look on his face.

How could a child withstand the teacher's intimidation? He was immediately in a panic.

"The teacher can spare time to give you extra lessons, but what will other students think?"

After Yan Bugui slapped Yuan Jianguo on the head, he touched Yuan Jianguo's head kindly and said sadly.

"Teacher Yan, I will listen carefully in the next class. Can you please not invite parents?"

Yuan Jianguo raised his head in confusion and said with some fear, looking at the math book on his desk, it was impossible to make up for it. It was so long and wide that it was so annoying to calculate.

"I remember that in the summer, you brought a folding fan to school to play with. On it were written the four words "Be a teacher"!"

Yan Bugui took a sip of the freshly brewed tea, which might be a little hot, and blew on it.

"Well, yes, my grandfather made it himself. He was afraid that the teacher would be hot, so he asked me to bring it over to fan it!"

Yuan Jianguo explained honestly and blinked his eyes in confusion. He didn't know how the make-up lesson had anything to do with fans. It was still winter.

"There's something wrong with the stove in this office. Every time the stove is turned on, it needs to be blown. You see, it's infuriating your teacher Yan. If there was a fan to fan the air, Teacher Yan wouldn't have to work so hard!"

Yan Bugui pointed to the stove in the house and said casually.

"Teacher, I have exchanged my fan with Wang Tianyu...for the little book."

Only then did Yuan Jianguo know the reason why Teacher Yan called him over, but the fan was gone long ago, and he suddenly became anxious and could not help the teacher.

"What does he need that fan for? He is not a teacher. You are also a prodigal. How can you exchange a good fan for a villain book!"

Originally, we waited until winter on purpose because parents didn’t care about summer things.

Unexpectedly, the thing he was eyeing had already been intercepted by others.

"He, he said he wanted to be a teacher in the future, and he exchanged it for two villain books, and you even took the books away!"

Yuan Jianguo explained aggrievedly that with this reminder, Yan Bugui remembered what he had done before, the little book, and he didn't know which bookstore he went to.

"Ahem, okay, I understand. If your academic performance is not going to improve, just leave this little book here with me and go back first!"

Seeing that the things were gone, Yan Bugui lost interest in making up lessons, waved his hand and drove Yuan Jianguo back directly.

"Humph, he wants to be a teacher despite his academic performance, haha!"

Seeing that the next class was around nine o'clock, Yan Bugui tidied the table a little, closed the door, and prepared to go to the Finance Department.

"Everyone's homework is correct, no one has to hand it in, right?"

After going out and seeing the squad leader coming with his homework book, Yan Bugui asked specifically, "Who dares to fail to hand in their homework? Humph."

"No, it's all handed in!"

The monitor did not dare to look at Teacher Yan, and hurriedly avoided his body, pushed open the office door, and put the homework on the desk.

"Rangli lang, from now on, I also have a bicycle to ride!"

With cheerful steps, Mr. Yan opened the door of the finance room with his nose bubbling happily.

"Teacher Yan, you are an eighth-level teacher, 37 yuan this month, plus an industrial ticket!"

After the financial officer looked through the salary book, he moved the abacus, took out the scattered banknotes, and handed them to Yan Bugui.

"Industrial tickets? What are they for?"

Yan Bugui took the banknotes with quick eyes and hands, counted them with his thumb and tongue, and asked questions along the way.

"From now on, buying a bicycle will not only require a bicycle ticket, but also this thing. It only takes a dozen or so. Every 20 yuan of salary is allocated to one industrial ticket."

At this time, the teachers were all in class, and not many people were in a hurry to come, so I patiently explained to Teacher Yan.

"What, do you need this thing to buy a bicycle?"

Yan Bugui was stunned for a moment, staring out the window with blank eyes. It was agreed that others would change cars and he would pick up the slack.

"It's over!"

With an uneasy mood, Yan Bugui hurried to the General Affairs Department.

"Director Qian, we have discussed what we have agreed upon. Look, we have brought the money!"

When he arrived at the general affairs director's office, Yan Bugui pretended to be ignorant and pushed the envelope over with a stern face.

"What are you thinking about, Teacher Yan? Now the bicycle can't be replaced. There is a new policy. What kind of industrial votes are needed? Read the newspaper!"

The director of general affairs raised his eyes impatiently and slapped the newspaper on Teacher Yan's chest.

"Go back, we can't change it, we'll talk about it later!"

After speaking, he pushed the confused Yan Bugui out of the office.

With a depressed look on his face, Yan Bugui staggered back to the office with the newspaper in his arms as if he had lost his soul.

Ran Qiuye in the room looked at Teacher Yan in despair and didn't dare to talk to him. He didn't know why he looked unhappy since it was salary day today.

(End of this chapter)