Chapter 7 School Start
On the morning of September 1, the whole family got up early and ate breakfast hastily. Feng Yiping and his father set off for school.
Both are not lightly burdened.
Feng Zhenchang is carrying a burden, one end is a desk, inside the desk are neatly folded quilts and mosquito nets, and the other end is 30 kilograms of rice - this is Feng Yiping's ration for a month.
Feng Yiping was carrying a schoolbag with pen and paper in it, as well as old textbooks borrowed from senior students in the same village. Because there is no money to pay for tuition, at least today I won't be able to get the book, so I can only make plans early. Also stuffed an enamel bowl, an iron spoon, this is the guy who eats.
Hands are not idle, one side is a plastic washbasin, the other side is a net pocket.
There are two canned pickles in the net pocket. This is his next meal for a week. A small bottle of fried tofu with chili peppers can be eaten for about two meals.
From the fifth grade of primary school to live on campus, then three years of junior high school, three years of secondary school, a total of 8 years. In the past 8 years, except for the winter and summer vacations every year, he basically used pickles for his meals. The pickles have been deeply engraved in his bones and branded in his taste. So that, every year when I go home for the New Year, what I want to eat most is the pickles that my mother pickled, because I can't buy this taste outside. Sometimes his mother would say to him, "What's so delicious about that thing? I've eaten it for 8 years, but I still haven't eaten enough?"
While they were eating, Feng Hongbing left, and the father and son went straight to the entrance of the village, where they joined the other two. One is at the same level as him, and is still in the same class now, called Feng Wen. In fact, his grades were average, and it was his father who carried the burden.
Another Feng Haitao, who is about to be in the third year of junior high, borrowed Feng Yiping's textbooks. He doesn't need to bring his desk, but it's not easy. He carries a schoolbag and a large bag. Because starting from the second grade of junior high school, it is a monthly vacation, and I can only go home once a month. I have to bring more pickles and a change of clothes.
It's almost the way to my grandfather's house, but at the foot of the mountain where Feng Yiping watched the scenery, turn north, go over another mountain, pass through a village, and then cross a river barefoot. , is the rural high school.
For rural children, school is an unusual place. At present, only through here can they walk a road that is different from the way their parents did, facing the loess and turning their backs to the sky all their lives. Parents also hope that from the first day of school, parents will say to the teacher, "The child will be handed over to you, if you don't obey, if you don't study hard, you can beat it when you need to, and scold you when you need to."
Look, you don't have to say the beating and scolding, and the beating is placed in front of the scolding. Twenty years later, how could a sensible teacher dare to corporally punish a student, let alone that this corporal punishment is endorsed by parents.
Therefore, teachers not only give them knowledge, but also have the same right to corporal punishment as parents. Therefore, to a certain extent, in the minds of children, teachers are more authoritative than parents, and parents agree with this. of.
Therefore, for the children, the school at this time is a place with a kind of sacredness, the same house and the same people, but there seems to be something different and awe-inspiring.
After participating in work, when I go home, the road has already led to the village, so I can go back directly by car. But every time he passed by here, he wanted to take a look again. This place was like a holy place in his childhood, but he always failed to take a few glances.
At that time, his hometown changed a lot, and he couldn't recognize many places. The school has also changed a lot. The school gate is no longer facing the road, and high walls are erected around it, and even the teaching buildings inside cannot be seen. The original school gate was replaced by a high wall. Hey, it should be here? How is a wall? I was hesitating and thinking about it, and in the blink of an eye, the school that was like a holy place in my childhood was left far behind.
The township middle school is just sandwiched between two hills, backed by another hill, and the gate is facing the road. On either side of the door were walls made of grey bricks, which enclosed the gap between the two hills on the left and right. This is actually just a symbolic meaning, because the school only has a section of the wall here, other places are open, except for this gate, in fact, all directions can enter the school.
When I got ashore, I saw a two-story rectangular building. This is the only building in the school. It is the teacher's dormitory and where they work.
At this time, in front of the building and on the playground behind the school gate, many students and parents came to report. Most of them are carried by shoulders, and only a few who live by the road are parents riding bicycles, and there are more than a dozen teachers busy among them.
The most lively one is the office on the left under the building, where the life teacher lives. The two teachers were busy there, a scale was placed on the ground in front of the door, and the parents gathered around, weighing the rice on the scale, and then went to the window and handed in the corresponding few dollars-because the scale was only Rice, you need to burn wood to turn it into rice. The school does not accept wood, only money, and then it is replaced with a mahjong tile-sized meal ticket in red and green. The green ones are four taels, used at noon and at night.
The general layout of the school is like this. Entering the school gate is the playground. Going up a few steps, the two-story building is in the middle of the platform. There are four tile-roofed houses on the left and right of the building, which are classrooms. On the slope behind the building, side by side. Another row of tile houses is the dormitory; on the hill to the left of the school, there is a water tower; below the hill, there is a pond, and there are several houses beside the pond, that is the kitchen, and the classroom to the right; There is a single-family yard, where the principal and vice-principal live and work.
Feng Haitao helped watch on the playground. He and Feng Wen carried the desks to the first grade classroom. The classroom is on the left, the first two are the third grade, the middle is the first grade and the second class, and their class is in the last one.
The head teacher, Wang Yumin, with loose hair, wearing a blue-and-white dress and white high-heeled shoes, is standing on the podium, instructing the students who arrive early to set up their desks. The students sitting below are not looking left with novelty. The one on the right is talking to a classmate at the same table, or a classmate who was acquainted before.
Seeing the two of them come in carrying the table and asked their names, Feng Yiping answered with his head held high. At this time, Feng Yiping was shorter than Wang Yumin, but he remembered clearly that in the third year of junior high, he was shorter than Wang Yumin. About a head higher.
When he knew it was Feng Yiping, Wang Yumin took a second look. Feng Yiping graduated from primary school with the first place in his grade and ranked fifth in the township. Of course, Wang Yumin would welcome such students to the class. of. Wang Yumin arranged for the two of them to move the table to the 5th row inside, which was against the wall, right next to the second window.
The whole classroom is 2, 2, 3 layout, a total of 3 rows, 7 columns, divided into two aisles in the middle. In the innermost are three columns, and before them, in the fifth row by the window, there is a girl with short hair and an oval face sitting there. Seeing the girl, Feng Wen whispered to Feng Yiping, "I'll sit in the middle, okay!"
Feng Yiping smiled and said, "No problem."
When Feng Yiping's desk was brought in, Feng Wen chatted up with the female classmate, what's your name, from which elementary school, the female classmate only said her surname was Wen, and then ignored it, looking down at the one on the table. This novel, when flipping the book, Feng Yiping saw the cover, it should be a pirated romance novel.
People in the class came in and out, and parents came in to talk to Wang Yumin. Not long after, Feng Zhenchang and Feng Wen's father also came in. When the two of them went up, the two fathers were talking about the same content as before. You discipline, beat and scold you and the like.
However, these words now show an attitude. Teachers in junior high schools are all graduates of subject classes, and their teaching methods are different from those of primary school teachers. Besides, from now on, Feng Yiping and the others will no longer celebrate Children's Day, but Youth Day. Their self-esteem is also getting stronger day by day, and teachers always have to take into account their feelings. Therefore, scolding, maybe, probably, possibly, no, there will definitely be, but there will be no fighting.
In the end, Feng Zhenchang talked about the situation at home. Because of the poor conditions, the tuition fees could not be collected for a while, so he had to wait until he had collected them before paying them. Wang Yumin also spoke very well, and it is estimated that this is not the first time he said this. "My family is also in the countryside. It's not easy to know that the countryside is not easy. This year's tuition is the highest in recent years. It doesn't matter if you can't get it together at the moment.
After talking to Wang Yumin, Feng Yiping followed his father outside the classroom, and his father handed him the meal ticket, "Uncle is just across the road, I'll take you to recognize the door."
This uncle was actually a relative from my mother's side, and married my mother's cousin, but he wasn't the kind of relative who couldn't be beaten.
My uncle, Lin Kaiming, lived in the village on the other side of the river. In the past two years, people in the village have realized the convenience of highways. Some wealthy people have built houses next to the school. Gradually, a small village has been formed. My uncle's family also built a two-story building here last year. They were the first people to build buildings in Sili Baxiang.
When Feng Yiping and the others arrived, Lin Kaiming had just left, and he also sent his younger son to the primary school to report. Aunt was there, and her daughter Lin Hui, Feng Zhenchang was talking to her aunt, and Lin Hui was also chatting with Feng Yiping beside her.
Lin Hui is one year older than Feng Yiping. She is also entering junior high school this year, and she happens to be in the same class as Feng Yiping. She completed the formalities early and brought the book back.
Lin Hui is beautiful, she dresses very fashionably, and she is also generous and decent when receiving people. Of course, she also conforms to the general practice, that is, beautiful girls generally have bad grades.
With the relative relationship with Feng Yiping, he has been looking for Feng Yiping for cheat sheets for three years in junior high school. I remember the final exam of the next semester of the first grade. I didn't pay attention, tried too hard, copied too much, and finally got the eighth place in the exam. When Wang Yumin gave special praise, the classroom was full of laughter, and the laughing classmates knew what was going on. thing.
My aunt wanted to stay for dinner, and Feng Zhenchang repeatedly refused. It was still early. Before lunch, there was still something to do in the afternoon. Feng Yiping also had to go back to the school to set up the dormitory, so he said goodbye.
Of course Lin Hui stayed at home. What she meant, it didn't matter if she went to school tomorrow.
They all told him a few more words, nothing more than to work hard, listen to the teacher, unite with classmates, etc., and then meet Feng Wen's father, they will go home, go quickly, and do the afternoon things.
When I entered the classroom, I saw Xiao Zhijie's father Xiao Jianping talking to Wang Yumin. In the third row in the middle, the fat Xiao Zhijie was lying on the table. Baby fat, very happy.
Hehe, this is one of his two best friends and brothers in his life. The world is always very strange. Some people who are related by blood may become passers-by or even enemies in the end, while some strangers who have nothing to do with each other eventually become confidants and friends, and even people who can trust and entrust everything for life. brother.
Feng Yiping will have two such people in the future, one is Xiao Zhijie, who is still carrying some baby fat, and the other is Wang Changning, who should be in the next class. Feng Yiping is very fortunate, satisfied, and grateful to have two such friends in his life.
Thank you very much for your click! Newcomers and new books are hard to come by. If you can, can you collect them and vote for recommendations?