Chapter 6 Teacher Zhou, Class Teacher of the Third Grade
Chapter 6 Teacher Zhou, the third grade teacher of junior high school
A beautiful, sunny day.
Zhang Jinhai was bored while waiting for his high school entrance examination results.
Recalling the experience of traveling back to May 8, 1984 before dying.
The big brother who was rescued, Zhang Jinlin, has successfully passed his death date in his previous life.
When it comes to Xiao Zhao Jin, you have to think of a solution as soon as possible. In the future, you can't just do some small things like doing handyman work at a construction site in your previous life.
The brick and tile factory owned by the second brother Zhang Jinshan is in the midst of vigorous rectification due to the collapse of the kiln.
The third brother Zhang Jincheng's small pig feed factory is up and running, but there is no market. For the time being, it can only be sold to the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin's pig farm.
Zhao Jin's younger brother wanted to pull pigweed to feed the pigs, but he didn't dare to disturb him.
My classmate Gu Hong went to fool around somewhere, and he didn’t even see his shadow after the holiday.
Suddenly I found that although there were many brothers in my family, no one was idle and I couldn't find anyone to accompany me.
There are many friends, and they all get up early and do their own things.
As a time traveler, I have done so many things, and now I have no idea what impact it will have on future generations.
Will this life no longer be as dull as the previous life?
Will this life be smooth?
All this is unknown.
What is scary in this world? It must be the unknown.
What is exciting in this world? It must be unknown.
Living in the present and facing the future with calm wisdom is the right choice for a person.
We must cherish these beautiful years of pollution-free life in the countryside.
Think about it later, as science develops, the economy develops, and people's demand for daily necessities becomes greater and greater.
However, the quality of the ingredients that people eat is getting worse and worse.
Various pesticide residues and various ripening hormones.
Some people are happy to hurt each other in order to survive, as if they are right in front of their eyes.
Those who breed yellow frogs do not eat them.
Those who farm fish do not eat fish.
Those who open gutter oil restaurants do not eat the food they sell.
What kind of thing is not scary?
Zhang Jinhai took a machete while thinking about these troublesome questions.
I came to the valley-baking field on the hillside and selected a few good-looking corn-baking poles.
Chop it down one by one, put it to your mouth and stick out the tip of your tongue to feel the sweetness.
After selecting a grain-wrapping pole, use a machete to cut off the excess part.
I sat on the edge and started chewing. This natural human-pressed drink was much more delicious than all kinds of juices in later generations.
I picked up a few rice dumplings and took them home. I was going to put them on the stove fire when I was cooking at noon.
A familiar voice came from outside Longmenzi: "Zhang Jinhai."
"Zhang Jinhai.
Are you in the house?" Another rich middle-aged male voice sounded.
What's going on? Are you hallucinating?
This turned out to be the voice of Teacher Zhou, Zhang Jinhai’s third grade teacher.
He ran out in a hurry: "It's really Teacher Zhou.
I thought I heard it wrong.
Why are you here?"
When I ran to Teacher Zhou, I was already panting from exhaustion.
Teacher Zhou, the head teacher, smiled and said, "I'll give you the report card."
Zhang Jinhai was a little surprised: "Teacher Zhou, this service is so good.
If you have to send each student off, wouldn't you have to travel for ten days and a half?
Is my house easy to find?"
"It's so hard to find your house.
I came to you from school in the morning, asking for directions while walking, and it took me more than two hours." Teacher Zhou still complained a little bit.
Zhang Jinhai warmly invited: "Oh, come on, Teacher Zhou, go sit in my room for a while.
I'll cook lunch."
Taking the Fei Gaga from Teacher Zhou's hand, Zhang Jinhai felt happy.
This is great, the head teacher actually treats me to a meal, which has never happened before.
Teacher Zhou, the head teacher, asked Zhang Jinhai curiously: "Why are you focusing all your energy on that two-knife meat?"
Don’t you care about your grades?”
Zhang Jinhai smiled and said: "You are here.
You must consider how to eat this food."
Teacher Zhou, the head teacher, thought for a while: "You kid, it's okay.
It's amazing that such a small matter can be prioritized.
Your future is limitless."
I had to take a picture, otherwise Teacher Zhou would be too shameless.
"No matter what happens to me, I am all taught by you, Teacher Zhou.
None of the students you teach are worthless!" Zhang Jinhai said a little sincerely. If he didn't have the memory before time travel, would he be able to get such good results in the exam?
Oops, the awesomeness just now has been blown away.
Now that Teacher Zhou doesn't say anything, he wants to know in his heart.
This is really annoying to a person.
The head teacher, Teacher Zhou, wanted to see how long the young boy in front of him could endure it, and he mentally forced himself not to mention Zhang Jinhai's high school entrance examination results.
Zhang Jinhai had never cooked much before traveling through time, let alone cooking firewood rice in rural areas.
After taking the teacher home and sitting him down, he raised his voice and called Zhang's father and Zhang's mother back.
When Zhang's father came back, he asked Teacher Zhou to burn leaf cigarettes, which made Teacher Zhou choke and cough.
Zhang's mother arranged for Zhang Jinhai to help add firewood to the kitchen.
Mother Zhang took off a piece of bacon and some sausages from the hook on the stove, and cooked them together with the pumpkin in a large iron pot.
Cut the fresh pork belly brought by Teacher Zhou into slices, cut an eggplant into thin slices, chop about twenty chili peppers, and chop them into powder with a kitchen knife.
Zhang Jinhai looked at the raging fire in the stove and naturally picked up the Shaobaogu artifact beside him.
He walked to the millstone along the street, tore off a piece of good-looking buns, and put it on the sharp iron of the Baogu artifact: "Teacher Zhou, I will burn a piece of buns for you to eat."
Teacher Zhou smiled and said: "Yes, don't burn yourself to death."
…
Lunch is cooked.
Because Teacher Zhou came to visit my home.
Zhang's mother arranged to call all the brothers back.
There is no special welcome ceremony when eating in rural areas.
The Zhang family doesn't drink, they just eat directly.
The place where enthusiasm can be reflected is when the host constantly inspects the guests' rice bowls.
As soon as you find that the bowl is empty, you will immediately put a spoonful of rice on it.
Make sure your guests are well fed.
This is all caused by the disease left over from not having enough to eat in the past.
Everyone has it, so it doesn’t seem to be a disease.
Zhang Jinhai performed this behavior very well.
For lunch, I gave Teacher Zhou two large bowls of rice alone.
Add the Zhang family’s warm dishes.
Hey, Teacher Zhou probably hasn't been so full in ten years.
I feel a little regretful, I shouldn't have sent this transcript at all.
What if after a while, I couldn't stand up or walk anymore, wouldn't it be a shame?
Zhang Jinhai felt a little uncomfortable. He said he wanted to send a transcript, but why didn't he give it out?
If I don’t do what I want, who does?
The key is that Teacher Zhou cannot get this kind of revenge.
Father Zhang waited for the guests to finish their meal and asked: "Teacher Zhou, have Zhang Jinhai's high school entrance examination results come out this time?"
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