Chapter 526 The Diary of a Supporting Teacher
"Wang Zi, you go to Baiyin to support teaching. I heard from Minghua that it is more difficult there." Song Tangtang said.
“It’s okay. At first I went to Liushudian Village, and the shuttle bus from the county seat went directly to the township government. Later, I took a donkey cart from a fellow villager to go to the village. This was my first time riding a donkey cart. I listened to the old man driving the car singing folk songs while walking. They called "Hua'er", which was really nice."
"It took us almost two hours to get to the village. Oh my God, it's so shabby, like what Uncle Fang wrote. The description in "Skywalker" is even worse!"
After hearing Wang Zi's words, Song Tangtang said with a smile: "Do you feel a little regretful?"
"Well, it's true. It's cold there and the conditions are bad. I could hear wolves howling in the house in the middle of the night. I was so scared that I hid my head under the quilt and didn't dare to come out. Thinking about it, the courtyard house in Yanjing is better!" Girl smiled.
“But, now that you’re here, you can’t just run away, can you? We persisted for a while and slowly got used to it. Although the conditions are a bit tough, the folks are very good to us. If anyone has delicious food, just call me. I went to their home for dinner and said that it is not easy for a girl from a big city to come to our place and teach her children to read. "
The girl talked about the situation of teaching in the northwest for six months, and Fang Minghua and his wife were all excited. Listen very carefully.
"Uncle Fang, I have also written down some interesting things that I have encountered in the past six months as a teacher in a diary." Wang Zi said.
"Really? Can you let me have a look?" Fang Minghua suddenly became interested.
"Okay."
The girl said, taking out a diary from the small backpack she carried with her and handing it to Fang Minghua.
The couple watched carefully.
“February 12, 1990, Monday, overcast,”
“Today is the first day at Liushudian Primary School, but when I walked in, I found that the classrooms in the school were very light. It was dark. It turned out that there were no lights. I felt strange, so I ran to ask the principal, how could the children attend class if there were no lights in the school? ”
"The principal said that although the school has electricity, the school has no money to buy lamps and pay the electricity bill, so it has become a decoration. Therefore, the children go to school late, and the morning class is after nine o'clock, and it is already bright."
"But today, it is already ten o'clock, and the classroom is still very dark."
"There is still a lamp in the school. It is a lamp on the desk in the teacher's office. The lamp has the place of origin and production date on it. , I took a look and found that this lamp was produced in Chongqing in 1979. The lamp has been used for 10 years, and the teacher is reluctant to use it except for correcting homework. "
"February 14, 1990. , Wednesday, strong wind. "
"Today is Valentine's Day in the West. Many young people in Yanjing have begun to celebrate this foreign festival, but people here don't know about it at all."
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"Today I gave the students in my class the pencil boxes I brought, but unfortunately there were a little bit, not enough to distribute. In the end, four children couldn't get it, so the children went to fight for the last one, and only sat in the classroom. There was a six or seven-year-old little girl in the corner who was not very tall. I knew her name, Liu Hongxia. "
I thought it was strange, so I walked up and squatted in front of her and asked. : "Liu Hongxia, they are all fighting for the pencil box, why don't you grab it? Don't you want the pencil box?"
"She said: "Teacher, of course I want it, I have never had stationery. box. My father passed away, my mother left with someone else, and I lived with my grandma. Our family is in poor condition and we don’t have a pencil case.” As she spoke, she stretched out her little hand, and there was a small pencil in her hand. She said, “I only have this pencil. If I had a pencil case, This pencil will not be lost."
After hearing what she said, my tears couldn't stop flowing down. If I had known, I would have bought some pencil cases and brought them over. I would definitely find a way tomorrow. Buy a pencil case for Liu Hongxia.”
“Tuesday, April 3, 1990”
"Haizi once wrote a poem: "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming." But there is no sea here, only the endless Gobi Desert and loess. Spring came belatedly, but it still came, and the flowers bloomed beside the wall of our school. I planted a rose, swaying in the spring breeze. It’s so beautiful. Who said roses can’t be grown in the desert of the northwest?”
The diary was written intermittently, some of which were written by students. Some of the things I studied were written about my own life, which is very real and delicate.
Fang Minghua felt very touching.
He said to Wang Zi: "Wang Zi, do you want to publish these diaries?"
"Diaries, can they be published?" Wang Zi asked back. "Of course." Song Tangtang interjected: "Lu Xun, Palladium, and Yu Dafu have all published diaries. I think your writing is also good. Let Minghua help you take a look and revise it."
“That’s what I mean too.” Fang Minghua nodded.
“Thank you.”
“Wang Zi, just spend a few days in Xijing and let Minghua take you to climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and visit the Terracotta Warriors. By the way, I’ll help you. Look at these diaries." Song Tangtang decided.
Fang Minghua really doesn’t want to climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda anymore, but this is the girl’s first time in Xijing, so she naturally wants to do her best to be a landlord.
After dinner, Fang Minghua drove home. He originally wanted to find a hotel for Wang Zi to stay, but Song Tangtang said that it was not safe for a girl to stay in a hotel. Anyway, there are two guest rooms at home, so you can stay at my house, and Lele Ruirui also Like to play with you.
The girl agreed without insisting.
After returning home, Song Tangtang took out her home clothes for Wang Zi to change into, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
Song Tangtang is a very clean woman and rarely lets others stay in her home.
At night, when the two children went to bed and the couple lay on the bed, Fang Minghua joked: "Tangtang, I really didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic about Wang Zi."
"A girl's family can go to the northwest Supporting teaching, this alone is worthy of my admiration!" Song Tangtang is very serious.
“However, the girl lives at home, so you have to be careful.”
“Look what you said, people call me uncle.”
“With you Just kidding." Song Tangtang smiled sweetly: "I know you are not that kind of person, that's why you dare to leave Wang Zi in our house."
"Okay, let's not talk about this." Fang Minghua changed the subject: "The students at Liushudian Primary School that Wang Zixi said are like that. I think we should support them." There will be a special study, and the company will send someone to Baiyin to understand the actual situation, and then donate money and materials to try to complete it before the children start school in the fall." Song Tangtang expressed his opinion.
"Let's donate some personally and keep it anonymous."
"Well, the company needs to be famous and establish its image. As an individual, it's better to keep a low profile."
In the following days During the day, Fang Minghua drove Wang Zi to visit various tourist attractions in Xijing. Of course, he would not leave behind a pair of babies. The children had a lot of fun with Wang Zi.
In my free time, I helped Wang Zi revise those diaries. In fact, they were all true feelings and there was no need to make major changes. It was just that some words and sentences needed to be considered.
"Uncle Fang, where do you plan to submit your manuscript? "Youth Literature"?" Wang Zi asked.
The article "La La La" written by Wang Zi last time was published by "Youth Literature", so the first thing Wang Zi thought of was this publication.
Fang Minghua shook his head.
“You can directly submit to "Yanhe". In addition, select a few better articles and submit them directly to the newspaper."
"What newspaper?"
"Of course it's the People's Daily" Fang Minghua said with a smile.
(End of this chapter)