The educated youth aunt who dresses as the heroine of period novels

Everyone in the Zhao family brigade was busy in the grain drying field for a while, and then everyone went back to their homes.

In the evening, Deng Damei was warmly invited by her mother-in-law to have a big dinner.

Zhang Yunxi is publishing test papers!

Nowadays, the test papers for student unit examinations require the teacher to write the questions and copy the test papers. Only for the mid-term and final exams, the commune's test papers are distributed and the unified examination of the entire commune is carried out.

Therefore, Comrade Zhang Yunxi needs to publish Chinese test papers and mathematics test papers. After they are completed, they still need to be copied.

It’s hard to ask students to help when copying test papers. Zhang Yunxi’s writing hands are almost soft. Mathematics is better, but Chinese is really torture!

There are too many words!

He Xiaoxiao silently took the blank paper and copied it for her.

Zhang Yunxi was grateful: "Xiaoxiao, you are such a good person."

He Xiaoxiao, who was given the good person card, ruffled her hair without saying a word and continued to copy the test papers for her.

In the candlelight, the two of them sat side by side, holding a pen and writing in a scratchy manner. Zhang Yunxi's hand was almost useless. If she were not poor, she would like to spend her own money to print the test papers.

The test papers kept being blown up, and the windows made a squeaking sound. Zhang Yunxi stood up. When he closed the window, he smelled the moisture of earth in the wind, and another cloud rolled in. It seemed like it was going to rain.

Zhang Yunxi: "Is Damei not back yet?"

He Xiaoxiao looked out: "It's almost here."

The voice just fell.

Comrade Deng Damei ran back: "The temperature is going to cool down again recently. My coat hasn't been mended yet. I have to find it."

"Last time I wore it for some comrades in the bullpen and stuffed a little cotton into it. I guess it should be enough for me."

Zhang Yunxi also went to open the box, took out the cotton-padded clothes and stretched them out.

She has old cotton coats and new cotton coats.

The rain started to pour outside, so Zhang Yunxi went to close the doors and windows.

The rain was not heavy, but it was uncomfortable even though it was falling so densely on my body. The Zhao family's brigade also became quiet. There were only a few people who needed to work, and Zhang Yunxi was naturally included in it, because she had to go to class and also conducted exercises for the whole class. took an exam.

Correcting the test paper is easy.

After all, it was her who asked the question, and the answer was already memorized. All she needed to do was change the score calculation. Looking at Zhao Laohu's score, it was still a dazzling "38" and "39"

Zhang Yunxi didn't even know what to say.

I also feel a little bit sad that this kid controls points very well. His scores are stable every time, never lower than 35, nor higher than 40.

This is true for Chinese and mathematics.

Fortunately, the overall performance in the class has improved a lot.

"Teacher Xiao Zhang, didn't my brat become a soldier? My family hasn't had any big happy events for a long time, so I just want to invite relatives and friends to a gathering. Do you want to come?" Principal Zhao asked.

People are happy when they are happy.

His face was glowing.

Zhang Yunxi looked around at the teachers in the office.

Teacher Zhao Changmei had kind eyes and looked at her with a smile: "Go, it's rare for a group of us to get together."

"Row!"

Zhang Yunxi responded.

For her, Zhao Changmei is her teacher.

Still a very respected teacher!

Zhang Yunxi continued to correct the test paper. Principal Zhao picked it up and took a look at it. He was satisfied. Mr. Zhang's progress was really obvious: "When you are in class, the students are quite obedient."

"I can also make trouble, but now I have learned to tolerate it!"

Zhang Yunxi replied, brushing the tip of his pen, taking a look at the score, turning it over, and wrote down the student's score.

She answered so easily that the teachers in the office burst into laughter.

The corners of Zhang Yunxi's mouth also raised slightly, but in less than a second, the smile fell!

One student left most of the questions blank and was still drawing on the test paper. I wanted to pull him in front of him and beat him up, but I turned over and saw her portrait.

His jawline was tight and he was very serious. He was poking at the blackboard with a piece of chalk, but his eyebrows were lively and beautiful.

Zhang Yunxi's fire was extinguished in an instant.

Principal Zhao was surprised: "This kid's paintings are very beautiful."

"Correct!"

Zhang Yunxi took out the student test papers.

Continue to correct.

Just a few words were written in the corner of the test paper: "Thank you for the gift, the painting is very good."

Then without hesitation, he wrote "18" with a red pen

The next day, Zhang Yunxi asked the group leader to hand out the test papers and praised the children with good grades. As for the students with poor grades, she did not criticize them by name. She just asked the painting students to go to her office after class and then started to explain the test papers while she was copying the questions on the blackboard.

Suddenly a child started crying.

Zhang Yunxi turned around from the blackboard: "What's going on?"

The little girl with a beautiful ponytail cried and pointed at her asshole classmate in the back seat: "Teacher, he pulled my ponytail."

The child met the teacher's cold gaze, lowered his head and remained silent.

Zhang Yunxi turned around and calmly called her by name: "Go to the back of the classroom and stand in class to reflect."

The child develops like a monster, just on the way to the back wall, like walking on a red carpet, constantly greeting familiar classmates, making faces, and showing off with invincible swagger.

Zhang Yunxi turned around and immediately restrained himself.

"..." The brat reacted quite quickly.

Zhang Yunxi continued the class, but when class was over, he changed his position so as not to pull the little girl's ponytail.

At the end of class, the little girl picked up the book, rolled it up into a ball, turned it over the table, and hit the boy on the head hard: "You are so easy to bully, you son of a bitch, and you pulled my ponytail to see how I teach you a lesson."

Zhang Yunxi on the podium turned a blind eye, called out to the painting classmates, and took out a special drawing book: "If you can answer all the test papers next time, this drawing book will belong to you."

"Really?!"

The child felt incredible.

When he saw the teacher's comments on the test paper handed out by the teacher, he sat blankly on the desk for a long time.

"Yes!" Zhang Yunxi pushed the drawing book in front of him: "Take a look, how about the drawing book?"

The child opened it and saw the white paper, his eyes lit up: "What a clean book."

"Have a good time in class. Next time, you will answer all the questions regardless of whether you can do it or not. You will not be allowed to draw on the test paper next time. I praise you because I respect your painting results, but I also hope that you respect the results of my labor. The test paper I racked my brains to come up with the title, and I copied it word for word when I was off work. Can I do it without drawing?"

"can."

The child blushed and nodded.

"Okay, let's go back." Zhang Yunxi really felt that this child was born in the wrong era. If his level could be cultivated well, he would definitely be able to achieve something.

But drawing is boring and requires talent.

What can support art students is largely love!

She had no way to educate the child in front of her, she could only support him to the best of her ability.

The child went out on his own hands and feet. On the way home, he seemed to be flying. He ran quickly to the classroom and said to his classmates as if to show off: "The teacher said that I will answer the questions well next time and have a nice painting book." Book."

Some students were not convinced.

I also said I wanted a notebook during class. (End of chapter)