With a Door In Mind

When Zhou Xiaochuan came back, there were still many people in front of Chu's seat.

So many people can't finish it all at once.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan walk in slowly, she gritted her teeth and looked at him. That expression is not enough to match that exquisite face, it is not lethal at all.

The second math class was a female teacher whose surname was Wang Hong.

Originally, I planned to find Zhou Xiaochuan as the class representative, but when I found out that Zhou Xiaochuan was the class monitor, I changed a girl to be the class representative.

However, Wang Hong didn't talk too much, and went straight to the topic in class, and began to talk about the content in the textbook.

At the end of a class, Chu Yanyan pushed Zhou Xiaochuan who was about to fall asleep.

"time to eat."

Zhou Xiaochuan let out a soft voice when he heard the words.

A group of children shrunk their necks to keep themselves from being so cold. I went to the cafeteria with my own tableware.

The school consists of 2 buildings with 2 floors. There are ten classes in the school, with a total of only more than five hundred people.

Except for the main road, other places are overgrown with weeds.

When I came to the place, I said it was a cafeteria, which was a large tile-roofed house of a hundred and ten square meters. There were a few dilapidated tables and chairs inside.

There are not enough places to sit, and people walk back with their lunch boxes. Now it's not just squatting on the open space outside in summer and eating.

Zhou Xiaochuan, Chu Yanyan and Zhang Dazhuang sat relatively close together, so they lined up together to get their own lunch boxes.

There are also vegetable sellers in the canteen, Chinese cabbage and radishes.

It costs a penny, and each person can only play one copy. And only one spoon.

After ordering food, everyone returned to the classroom, opened their aluminum lunch boxes and began to eat.

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it, and it was basically corn porridge, millet porridge or a small piece of sweet potato.

A handful even had gnocchi in them. But this vegetable dumpling is not made of that kind of delicious vegetables.

Seeing the other party's hard-to-swallow expression, Zhou Xiaochuan knew what it was.

substitute food.

At that time, people tried their best to conduct a special botanical research, and called everything that could be eaten as food substitutes.

Better ones are made with dried carrot tassels and sweet potato leaves.

Almost even corn cobs, wheat stalks, and rice husks are made by grinding them into powder.

These are estimated to be people with really difficult families. And most of them come from rural areas.

These children will definitely not eat the latter kind, but the first kind.

The best guess in the class is what Zhou Xiaochuan ate, half-dry corn porridge.

However, there are still a few people who eat well, and some even have salted meat and salted fish, or dried vegetables.

But the amount is not much, only a little bit.

Originally, he planned to take out a few salted duck eggs to share with Chu Yanyan, but he only took out one.

After knocking it open, I took some out of it and put it in classmate Chu's lunch box.

I put a little in my own bowl. There were still some in the remaining shells, and he gave them to Zhang Dazhuang, who was eating next to him while clutching his lunch box.

The other party looked at the few egg whites left, hesitated and took them. "Thanks."

Chu Yanyan glanced at him and didn't speak. After going there a few times, she knew that the food at Zhou Xiaochuan's house would definitely not be too bad.

Those who ate poorly saw the food in the lunch boxes of those who ate well, and swallowed unconsciously.

But no one went to ask for something to eat, and they all ate their own meals in silence.

The students ate the unpalatable food in their hands in a dull manner, went to the pool outside to clean the rice bowls, and when they returned to the class, they began to laugh and laugh again.

The same course continued in the afternoon. Only the subjects are different.

After school, he sent classmate Chu home and went to pick up Zhou Xiaohe.

Back home, I looked at Zhou Xiaomi who was painting quietly there.

"What are you painting? It's so ugly."

When Zhou Xiaomi heard what his brother said, he looked at it dissatisfied: "This is a fish."

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the painting on the paper, and he laughed, what a fish it is.

Two crooked circles.

"Oh, this is a fish. Not bad, you continue to draw."

He also knows the simple method of drawing fish, but he didn't teach her now, the child slowly explored, and it would be better to talk about it when she encounters difficulties.

Zhou Xiaomi pouted and started to draw her picture again.

Zhou Xiaohe watched Zhile from the side, picked up a pencil and began to teach her.

Seeing the excited Zhou Xiaomi, he didn't ask Yang Yuemei how the little guy was doing at school.

It passed peacefully like this for several days in a row. The teachers of several subjects have all come here once.

It's Saturday, so the afternoon should be a holiday.

However, I was notified that in the afternoon I would pull weeds in the field next to the school to reclaim the land.

There are ten acres of fields next to the school, which is what the previous graduates have experienced. Passed down from generation to generation.

When the head teacher brought everyone to the back of the school with farm tools, there were already many scattered people there.

When I came to the place, I saw a piece of wood on a piece of land of about 1 mu, with the words Class A of the first grade of junior high school written on it.

This should be the place of my class.

The head teacher pointed to the ridge on the ground and said to everyone: "This will be our field from now on. Whether Xia Harvest can get good food depends on this field."

Zhou Xiaochuan understood that the grain harvested in this land does not need to pay public grain, and the school distributes it by itself.

The head teacher shouted at Zhou Xiaochuan: "Squad leader, come here and take them to pull out the weeds first."

Hearing his words, Zhou Xiaochuan took a look at the place, 600 square meters, the size of six houses.

There is not a lot of land, but I don't have any farm tools in my hand. How long can I pull it out by hand.

But since it is a rule, it can only be done.

The organization manpower was naturally thrown to Chu Yanyan again. He ran to start pulling up the weeds.

Although this winter has just passed, the weather is still very cold, and even though some big weeds are dead, it still hurts to pull the weeds hard.

Seeing this, the other students followed suit.

At this time, we can distinguish between rural children and urban children.

Those who move swiftly are obviously experienced.

But children's hands are relatively tender after all. special girl. Not long after pulling it out, someone started to complain of pain.

And other places are the same scene.

But many children in the city saw some children, and it was much easier to wrap the grass around their hands before pulling it out. They all started to learn the same thing.

Teacher Yang, the head teacher, was naturally among the crowd pulling weeds.

Looking at the children who know how to study, a smile appeared on his face.

Then he picked up a long weed in front of him, and with a sharp tug, the wild vegetable was pulled up easily.

"Huh…"

He was surprised for a moment, and then continued to pull the weeds, but he felt relatively relaxed. The speed slowly increased.

Others also unknowingly accelerated the progress.

At the end of the afternoon, everyone felt that their hands were being strangled by grass.

And many children in other classes have started to cry.

But at this time, the weeds on the ground have been cleared up, and there are only some small weeds that are not easy to pull out.

It was almost done, and the class teachers of each class left with the students of their respective classes.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Back in the classroom, Zhou Xiaochuan saw Chu Yanyan blowing his hand there. At this time, the opponent's hand was already glowing red.

But her class is not rare.

Still light today.

The next day is Sunday, and there is also no rest.

Volunteer labor days are not only available in factories, but also in schools.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the ten shovels in front of him, how long would it take to dig.

The head teacher looked at Zhou Xiaochuan in a daze, and said, "Hurry up and divide the land. Check the land as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the farming season is busy, these will all be returned."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded upon hearing this. Also, there are hundreds of shovels in ten classes, and it is impossible for the school to buy so many shovels.

He took a group of people in the class to the field of his class.

There are 50 people in the class, and there are only about 30 men, who use the ten shovels in turn.

The girls are pulling out the remaining grass roots in the overturned fields.

So it can't be said who is at a disadvantage and who is taking advantage.

Zhou Xiaochuan and a few classmates were resting beside them, watching others work together.

One person takes turns for half an hour.

"Shao Peng, do you feel energetic recently?"

A student next to him asked a person who was resting together.

Shao Peng was also surprised when he heard the words, "Yes, it's a bit strange."

Zhang Dazhuang asked Zhou Xiaochuan from the side: "Xiaochuan, do you feel this way?"

Zhou Xiaochuan was holding a kettle to drink water, when he heard the words, he let out a soft voice. "I feel the same way."

There is no way to sell things to the school, so I can only add some space spring water to the cafeteria.

After a busy day, a group of people made a third of it.

After school, after everyone left, they thought they would continue to work on the next weekend.

When it came to the labor class, people still continued on the grounds that the land should be reclaimed before the busy season.

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