Chapter nine hundred and thirty fifth unequal persecution
The three eldest children seemed to be the kings of the children. When they yelled like this, no one below them dared to speak.
They hummed and said forcefully: "Since you don't want to learn the multiplication table, then you can copy the textbook for us! Copy the entire Chinese textbook! In the afternoon, we have to check!"
They spoke domineeringly, completely regardless of whether the children below wanted to do it or not, and whether they agreed or not.
This decision naturally caused a lot of resistance and complaints.
"There are so many texts in the Chinese textbook. If we copy them all, how many words will we have to write?"
"That's right! We have to check it out in the afternoon! Isn't this too much?"
"That's it! I don't agree!"
"I won't write either!"
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Discussions broke out one after another, with voices of resistance and complaints mixed together. Many children stood up directly, as if to protest with their actions.
The three older children looked at the situation in front of them and directly picked up the wooden board and slapped one of the children who stood up.
"What do you want to do?! Rebellion?!"
Due to pressure, the children finally sat back one by one.
Tang Xiaohong, who saw this scene outside the shed, blushed with anger and turned around to go in.
Gu Manman pulled her and shook her head: "Teacher Tang, don't worry about this matter. It will only be effective if you make them aware of their own problems and let them understand that violence cannot solve all problems."
Tang Xiaohong gritted her teeth: "But, how can they punish students corporally? That's not what teachers do!"
"Of course I know, don't worry, there are students who are dissatisfied now, and this matter will definitely not go as smoothly as they imagined."
Gu Manman nodded. If he didn't explode in silence, he would perish in silence.
Such unequal persecution will definitely not end smoothly in the end.
Tang Xiaohong still listened to Gu Manman's words and did not step forward to intervene in this matter.
Time passed minute by minute until it was afternoon.
In the afternoon, the children in the shed looked very tired.
Since the morning, they have been copying texts from Chinese textbooks non-stop.
As I write this, my hands are sore and my whole arm is sore and painful.
Despite this, they still have to write.
Some children were really exhausted, so they put down the pen in their hands and shook their trembling hands, as if they wanted to relieve the pressure on their hands.
When the three older children saw this scene, they slapped the child's hand with a wooden board.
He looked at the child in front of him with a arrogant look: "What are you doing! Why don't you hurry up and copy the text! If you can't hand it in this afternoon, you will see how we deal with you!"
Such unequal treatment quickly made many children feel dissatisfied.
The child who was beaten also had red eyes: "I didn't say or write, I just wanted to take a rest."
"Rest, who allowed you to rest?"
"Hurry up and write now! Otherwise, the board in my hand will be merciless!"
The three eldest children are like overlords.
The child who was beaten said displeasedly: "How can any teacher be like you? And you are not real teachers, right?"
The three older children sneered: "Teacher Tang said, we are your teachers today! You have nothing to feel wronged about. Students should listen to the teacher, so write quickly!"
When the beaten child heard these three words from Teacher Tang, he finally picked up the pen and started writing again.
After the turmoil here stopped, the other children endured their displeasure and copied the texts one after another.
The faces of the three older children were full of joy. Seeing these children obeying their words without any reason, they seemed to have found some indescribable fun.
Moreover, the name of a teacher actually brings them a stimulating sense of power, which makes them want to stop!
After another half an hour, the three older children stood up and knocked heavily on the table with the wooden boards in their hands.
"Okay, okay! Stop writing! It's time to hand in your homework!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the children all raised their faces full of astonishment.
"Send it in now? I haven't finished writing yet!"
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
"There are so many Chinese textbooks, how can it be enough to give us just a little time?"
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The three eldest children had no intention of understanding, and they hummed.
"It's your problem if you haven't finished copying. The time is up and we should collect the homework. Do you understand?"
They stood beside the children one after another and began to put away their homework one by one.
However, what was collected was almost all unfinished homework.
No one can complete this impossible task.
The three older children collected all their homework, but no one had finished it.
"What's going on with you? You can't even finish such a small amount of homework! You also know that if you don't finish any of it, there will be punishment!"
Hearing the word punishment, the children in the audience were stunned again, as if they all couldn't believe it.
"punish?"
The three older children nodded: "Yes! Anyone who has not completed their homework will consciously stand up and each person will receive ten boards!"
All the children stood up, but no one took the initiative to step forward and beat them.
The so-called ten wooden boards, that is to say, slap the palms with wooden boards.
I believe many people have experienced this punishment deeply when they were young...
"Come up!"
shouted the three older children.
But no one came forward, no matter how they shouted.
In the end, they could only leave the stage with red faces.
When their words have no effect, they will feel very angry and powerless.
Each of them walked down with a wooden board, walked to the children, grabbed their hands, and slapped the children's palms hard with the wooden board.
The palm of the hand looked strong, but when the board fell, I realized that it was the pain connecting to the heart.
The wooden board fell again and again, and the child's shoulders shook with the frequency, and his face was deformed due to the pain in his palms.
One by one, a small number of children had been beaten.
The three eldest children were only focused on declaring their hegemony and had no idea of mercy, so they hit them hard.
There were also many younger children who burst into tears.
This crying obviously made the three older children extremely impatient and irritable.
The more the child cries, the harder they hit him: "Why are you crying? Try crying again!"
The harder the beating, the louder the child's cries became.
This cry instantly made all the children present dissatisfied.
They stared at the three older children one after another, and then all approached them.
The three older children were stunned as they looked at the children approaching in front of them, seeming a little scared.
"What do you want to do?! Why are you coming so close! Are you rebelling?! Are you not afraid that we will beat you!?"
All the children surrounded the three older children, and then stretched out their hands to snatch the boards from their hands.