To be exact, the other seven primary school students could only memorize a few dozen words at most, although they were stumbling.
And for some unknown reason, everyone can clearly feel that they have performed exceptionally well today.
It was absolutely impossible to memorize an ancient poem of more than 300 words in such a short time before.
Moreover, it is an extremely obscure and difficult to pronounce ancient poem, with many uncommon words.
Just compare it to the last class. The three poems in the last class were less than 100 words in total and everyone was a little embarrassed.
And don’t forget, just copying this lesson takes up most of the lesson, which means there isn’t much time left for everyone to memorize.
On the other side, Yin Feifei continued to recite, although she got a little stuck at the last two hundred words.
When all the primary school students took a breath and looked in surprised eyes throughout the whole process, Yin Feifei finally finished reciting it.
"Ignorance, ignorance, etc. are always criticized. It's okay to ask for help. Huh~~~" After finishing the recitation, Yin Feifei exhaled, her little heart pounding.
Zhang Beichen's little heart was also beating fast because Yin Feifei not only memorized it, but also resonated with at least 600 words in a thousand-word poem.
"Very good!" Zhang Beichen praised it without hesitation and gave it a thumbs up.
This student can proceed to the next step of teaching!
Seeing Zhang Beichen praising herself so much, Yin Feifei's face turned red with joy, and her breath had not yet been adjusted.
At the same time, at this moment, other primary school students also saw the gap between themselves and Jiang Feifei, at least in terms of memory.
too big.
"Teacher, what's the reward?" A primary school student asked, remembering something.
After hearing this, Yin Feifei also looked at Zhang Beichen with a look of anticipation.
Seeing the expectant looks of the primary school students, Zhang Beichen smiled and held out two fingers: "Time!"
"Time? What time?" The primary school student looked confused.
"You will know it after school, it will make you want to cry with joy." Zhang Beichen said with a smile, "Yin Feifei is the first to memorize it completely, she will get a 10-second reward."
"Whoever memorizes it second will be rewarded with 8 seconds. The third place will be rewarded with 6 seconds... The last one will be rewarded with one second." Zhang Beichen continued, "Okay, keep memorizing it. I have to go to the toilet."
Go ahead and memorize it, come to me in the office."
"Yin Feifei, you will read it to everyone later. Then, look up the dictionary yourself, write down the general meaning of the Thousand-Character Essay, and hand it in tomorrow."
"good."
What exactly is this reward? It’s mysterious.
Will it make us want to cry with joy? We don’t believe it!
Although they didn't believe it, the primary school students were looking forward to it.
Ten seconds? What reward did the teacher give me?
Especially Yin Feifei almost lost her mind again.
Looking back, she saw Zhang Beichen's face pressed against the window. Yin Feifei stuck out her tongue in a funny way and hurriedly continued to study the Thousand-Character Classic.
Other students also quickly started to learn.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Beichen smiled.
He found that life as a volunteer teacher was not so boring anymore, and he found that students studied more efficiently when he pressed his face against the window.
"Xiao Zhang~" Just as Zhang Beichen was smiling evilly against the window, a voice came from behind him.
"Principal." Zhang Beichen turned around and greeted the person coming.
"Yeah." To be honest, Lao Fan's head hurt when he looked at Zhang Beichen.
"Xiao Zhang, it just rained heavily today and the roads are slippery. The children are going up and down mountains and climbing hills. You and Teacher Su Mei give them a ride, especially the lower grade students. Don't forget to be careful on the road.
Click." Lao Fan said.
Although Shangwa Primary School is named after Shangwa Village, the students actually come from seven or eight surrounding villages.
Children who are farther away even have to walk for more than two hours to get there in the morning, and it will be dark when they get up early.
Those in third and fourth grade are fine, but first- and second-year students are really suffering.
This situation is beyond the imagination of children in the city. Even some ordinary children in rural areas cannot imagine it.
"Okay." Zhang Beichen nodded.
"Well, what about you? Why are you starting class in the classroom? Why don't you let the children come out to play after class is over?" Lao Fan asked again when he saw this.
"Let the children memorize the new teaching materials. Time is tight. If they need to go to the toilet, let them go to the toilet by themselves."
"..." Lao Fan glanced at Zhang Beichen and moved his lips, but said nothing and just sighed.
Zhang Beichen didn't say anything. He knew that talking more would be useless.
Looking at Lao Fan's figure, Zhang Beichen also smiled bitterly and shook his head.
But at this moment, Zhang Beichen's expression suddenly changed slightly, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at the classroom, looking at a little fat man in the classroom who was 'distracted', but still reciting "Hongmeng Xinjie"!
I saw that at this moment, the little fat girl was beaming with excitement, her eyes were blurred and excited, and her soul was fluctuating strongly!
resonance!
The second sympathetic student in the class appears!
"The fruit is precious, Li Nai, the vegetable is heavy, mustard ginger... 咩咩~~ It tastes so delicious, 咩咩~~" while resonating and chanting, the little fat man was still licking his lips.
"..." Zhang Beichen wiped his cold sweat, then turned his head and leaned his back against the wall.
These words actually resonated?
Is it possible that this little fat guy has a strong talent in the cultivation of spiritual fruits, spiritual grasses and spiritual plants?
To put it simply, farming?
His grandfather Xu Guangkun, who only wanted to get rich and become a high official and a cultivator, what would he think if he heard that his grandson's talent was farming?
On the other side, Principal Lao Fan returned to the office depressed.
"What's wrong, principal?" Teacher Su Mei, who was correcting homework, asked.
"Oh, it's not Xiao Zhang's thing. It's easy to ask for help but hard to give away." Lao Fan said feebly, "What do you think he is doing? He doesn't take the children out to class, but actually memorizes the text in the classroom! You said,
well!"
"Haha, alas." Teacher Su Mei also smiled, but there was nothing she could do.
Su Mei thinks Zhang Beichen is a good person, but he is too stubborn and even a little self-righteous.
"It would be great if our Shangwa Primary School also had a formal cultivation teacher." Su Mei sighed.
From a rural teacher to a formal teacher a few years ago, Su Mei has taught at Shangwa Primary School for more than ten years and has a deep affection for the school and its students.
"Who says it isn't?" Lao Fan agreed, and was about to continue complaining, but at this moment, his cell phone rang.
After taking a look at the number, Lao Fan was stunned for a moment, then he was a little surprised and hurriedly answered the call.
"Hello, Teacher Fan." There was a young man's voice on the other side.
"Guozheng? Why did you call me? How about Guozheng? Are you okay in Sioux City?"
When he saw that the call was from his favorite protégé, Lao Fan was very happy.
"Yeah, okay, okay, okay. What? You want to come and see the school, come and see me? OK, okay, then I won't leave tonight and will wait for you, hahaha."
"Ah, what are you talking about? What you students are today is the result of your own hard work and your own efforts. What credit do I have to do as a teacher, haha." Listening to the phone call from the student opposite, Old Fan was beaming, feeling that he was rooted in teaching in mountainous areas.
These decades have been worth it!
"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you at school, haha. Okay, bye, bye."
Even after hanging up the phone, Lao Fan was still happy and his face was flushed.
"What's going on, principal, you're so happy?" Seeing this, Teacher Su Mei also asked curiously.
"Hehe." Lao Fan smiled honestly, "Li Guozheng, Li Guozheng, you know, right? My student who is a cultivation teacher at Haishi No. 4 Middle School, he is coming back to school to see me today, haha."
Lao Fan looked proud.
"Li Guozheng? Is that the monk from our Shangwa Primary School? That student who is a cultivation teacher in the big city?" Teacher Su Mei's eyes lit up.
Su Mei knew that Li Guozheng was not only the pride of Shangwa Primary School, but also the pride of the entire Beishui Town!
Not only was he admitted to a key university, but he was also admitted as a second-grade monk under exceptional circumstances!
Moreover, as soon as he graduated, he entered the top ten key middle schools in Haishi, a prefecture-level city, as an intern, and then became a full-time student three months later, teaching the children in the city how to cultivate!
"Ouyou, what a happy event! He is one of ours. Is he really coming, principal?" Su Mei also said excitedly.
Although Su Mei had never taken care of Li Guozheng, she had paid attention to this child when she was a class teacher in another grade.
"Hahaha, that's right. I said no need to come, no need to come, but he insisted on coming to see me, haha."
"Ah, this kid is really good. After all these years, I can still remember the teacher who taught him back then. Principal, if he happens to have time, let him give some guidance to our students and teach them a little..."
"Yes, yes. Hmm, but how can he have that time? He is so busy teaching in a big city. I'll try and see if I can do something on the weekend, haha."
Lao Fan was so happy that he was ready to quickly order some good wine, cigarettes and food to entertain his proud disciple.