The next day, Zhou's small English class officially started.
The teacher is naturally Zhou Yan, and there are two students: cousin Zhao Zixuan and cousin Zhou Xiaohui. The plan is to "recruit" only one student from my cousin, but the night before, my mother made a big deal and invited my cousin Zhou Xiaohui who came over to visit me.
Entered the "group".
Thank you "Chess Soul"!
Although there is only one high school between college and junior high school, for Zhou Yan, there was almost more than twenty years between them. He has almost forgotten everything that should be forgotten and what should not be forgotten.
Moreover, even if he had not forgotten it, Zhou Yan did not dare to teach his younger cousins: Although Zhou Yan’s grades were good, after all, he went to a junior high school in the countryside, and his foundation was quite solid, but his oral pronunciation was difficult to describe...
After following the tutorial and playing through "Soul of Chess", Zhou Yan learned the duration, and also experienced the green years of growing up with the male protagonist.
As time went by, Zhou Yan also discovered: The educational resources in the city are not comparable to those in the countryside, especially English...
So Zhao Zixuan and Zhou Xiaohui experienced the enlightenment English class in the city.
English in the flower-growing family all starts with ABC, without exception. For the two younger brothers, learning English is a new experience; however, for Zhou Yan, teaching is also a new experience...
Although it is impossible to "review the past and learn the new" by learning the things at the bottom of the box, Zhou Yan discovered a practical problem in the process of becoming a teacher. The effect of small class teaching is really good: it can teach students in a timely manner
Discover various problems existing in learning and correct them in a timely manner.
When teaching, Zhou Yan kept an eye on his two younger brothers the whole time. Whenever he noticed that these two frowned, he would ask...
After three days of learning, Zhou Yan and his two younger brothers completed twenty-six letters.
Next is...
"How are you?"
"Fine, thanks, and you?"
Although Zhou Yan also feels that the English dialogue designed by the Chinese is a bit silly. When meeting acquaintances, just "Hi" is enough, but now is the era of exam-oriented education, and Zhou Yan can only teach such silly conversations.
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the small year.
On the off-year, a meal of dumplings is enough, but then you need to be "busy for the new year" or "celebrate the new year": buying new year's goods, steamed buns, fried hairtail, meatballs, fried fruits...
In previous years, when grandma was at home, Zhou Yan and his cousins would not be short of fried fruits; but this year, grandma went to her brother-in-law's house. If she wanted to have a comprehensive New Year, she had to rely on herself.
On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the temperature dropped sharply.
Taking advantage of this gap, we started slaughtering the New Year pig.
There was no need to notify, as soon as the howl of the fat pig was heard, neighbors and acquaintances who had already placed "orders" gathered in front of the house.
It is still Zhou Yan who wields the sword.
After laying down the fat pig, removing its hair, and cleaning its chest, Zhou Yan ignored the cries of "I want this piece" from acquaintances around him and followed the standard cutting procedures to separate the fat pig.
"Next one!"
After decomposing the two ends, Zhou Yan stood aside and handed the meat-cutting knife to his father. He carried the sewer and cornmeal and went to the wet and dry separation tank behind the pig farm...
After cleaning up the water, only the leg bones of the two pigs were left.
"One more!"
Thanks to the second senior brother, the price of corn has increased, and although the pork has grown, I am rich, and I want to have a good year at the end of the year.
Zhou Yan slaughtered three pigs in a row before sending away all the picky neighbors and acquaintances...
The people who were watching the excitement left, but because my father couldn't save face, all that was left for him were some corners and a large proportion of fat.
Looking at the "low-quality goods" left on the table, Zhou Yan was a little speechless: "Dad, haven't I already broken it down? You can just sell them in order, how can you still..."
However, Zhou Yan didn't expect that his father would resort to a killer weapon: "Those who are celebrating the New Year, my fellow countrymen!"
"Then these..."
"Keep it for yourself!" As he said that, Father Zhou glanced at his uncle and cousins who were helping him, "Help me, let's put down another one..."
Zhou Yan's father stood by and waited for Zhou Yan to kick the bones off. He quickly shouted: "That's it. You pick some good places and leave them to your aunt, second aunt and the others!"
In the afternoon, Zhou Yan's father wore a motorcycle and delivered pork door to door. Zhou Yan stayed at home to process the thigh bones.
In addition to making soup, the best way for Zhou Yan to cook the thigh bones is to sauce the thigh bones: cut the bones into pieces, braise them in a pot according to the braised method.
In the afternoon, when Father Zhou came back from a walk around, he found that the three mothers at home were all holding their thigh bones and gnawing on them. I was a little surprised: "Is it delicious?"
“It’s all in the pot, pick your own!”
"Ah, it smells so good..."
In the evening, my father and mother temporarily moved to the guest room at home, and as for the hot kang head, they left the dough...
Early in the morning on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Mr. Zhou woke up Zhou Yan early.
"Son, get up and get to work!"
What else can I do, of course, kneading dough.
Last year, my uncle made all the steamed buns from Liujia. This year, my uncle wanted to make steamed buns, but he was rejected by everyone.
The prepared dough, after sleeping on the hot kang for a night, had swelled so much that it needed to be taken out and "ravaged". Zhou Yan's unicorn arm, which he had been practicing for nearly a year, came in handy again...
However, just as Zhou Yan was ravaging the dough with high spirits, the cell phone placed on the bed suddenly rang...
"Shitou, your phone number!"
Zhou Yan had no choice but to put down the dough, pulled a napkin, wiped his hands, and went out with his cell phone...
"Boss!" "Tool Man" Frank's voice on the other end of the phone was a little excited. "Everything you said has come true. Now some large-scale photos have begun to circulate on the Internet. Our people compared them and found that all the protagonists in these photos are...
It’s the top card of the yin and yellow, and the situation is fermenting now..."
"That's good!"
Zhou Yan nodded with satisfaction: "History" arrived as promised.
"Boss, if the Hong Kong stock market hadn't been about to close soon, I think the stocks in the negative market would have been reduced to useless paper!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Don't worry," Zhou Yan smiled, "The stock investors in Xiangjiang don't know who the protagonists in these photos are yet. Let these photos fly for a while.
!”
"Received, my people will follow up immediately!"
"Also," Zhou Yan added with a smile, "during the holidays, I have to work hard for you for the time being. After this order is over, the bonus will be doubled!"
"Thank you boss! I wish you a happy new year in advance!"
"Happy New Year!"
A large sum of money was about to be put into his pocket. Zhou Yan was in a good mood, and he felt like he had been given a shot of blood while working. The father and mother standing by looked at him and shook their heads: "Son, take it easy!"
"You know your own body!"
The four members of the family worked hard for two days and finally completed the set task.
On the afternoon of the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou Yan's uncle rode an electric donkey to pick up his cousin, and by the way brought back the steamed buns that had been steamed by Zhou Yan's family.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou Yan still couldn't sleep in. Before dawn, his father picked him up to clean the house.
After working hard for a long time, just when I was about to take a nap, my father caught me again: printing "money" to fool my ancestors.
After printing the "money", Zhou Yan still had to prepare a New Year's dinner for his deceased ancestors.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Yan's father put the prepared "dinner", "money" and firecrackers into a bamboo basket, and took Zhou Yan out of the door. His destination was the cemetery on the hillside of Xishan Mountain.
Purpose: To pay homage to ancestors, commonly known as "going to the grave".
Not long after the father and son went out, they met their uncle, second uncle and brother-in-law who were already waiting at the intersection.
On the slopes of Xishan Mountain, grave mounds of various sizes appear one after another, and tombstones of various sizes are erected in front of the large tomb mounds.
After arriving at the place, the uncle led a group of people, starting from his own ancestors, to recognize "relatives" one by one and give "money" along the way.
"This is your third uncle. Zhenghai turned out to be the fourth child. The original third child fell into a hot porridge pot and drowned because of greed when he was a child..."
This kind of process is carried out by the uncle who heads the family once a year, and he even introduces the grave bag in front of Grandpa Zhou Yan’s grave that is so small that it is almost invisible.
The rules about "visiting graves" in Dongyang are disgusting: only the direct descendants of the family can make up for the grave soil lost due to rain every year.
Those short "extreme household" grave mounds were tall and big when they were first erected, but after decades of ups and downs, they were reduced to just a little bit.
It was only at this time that Zhou Yan understood what the "incense" of the older generation meant: there is incense, and there are people to pay homage to after death. Even after death, many years have passed, and there is no need to gradually change from the descendants like those short tombs.
