Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 64: 065 winter vacation

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The winter vacation that is temporarily free from schoolwork is fun, but before that, I have to experience the pain of the final exam.

After the concerted efforts of Lan Yifeng and Tan Xiangyang in the second half of the semester, one year (1) finally got a Grand Slam exam. The results of the Chinese and Mathematics Unified Test were all ranked first in the township, and the total score of the township was in the top 20. ) The class monopolizes 11. It doesn't matter whether Lan Yifeng's duck-filling education is effective, or whether the students have finally been enlightened by Tan Xiangyang's foolish father's quality education. In short, teachers can talk to the school and students can talk to their parents. Everyone is happy in 1949.

Tan Xiangyang summoned Qian Mai before leaving school and returning home.

It was still the simple and clean room on the innermost side of the second floor. The door was slightly open, and the bedding on the bed had been put away. Tan Xiangyang was bending over to pack his luggage into his handbag.

Qianmai asked naturally: "Teacher Tan, are you going home now?"

"Yes." Tan Xiangyang turned around, with a smile on his eyes, beckoned to let her in, and stepped up his hands, explaining: "The transcript has been sent out, and the other follow-up work has teacher Lan Yifeng. Responsible, the school takes care of Lu Yuan’s teachers, and we can leave school today."

Seeing this, Qian Mai didn't ask him what was wrong with calling him, but he just started to talk casually: "Where is Teacher Tan from Longquan? My little aunt is from Pingnan, Longquan."

When someone suddenly mentioned his hometown, Tan Xiangyang, who had been away for a semester, couldn’t help showing a pure smile on his face: “My home is in Liutian Village, Xiaomei Town. It’s a mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers and lush bamboo trees. Don’t look at its small size. , But it was the "Porcelain Capital" in ancient times."

"But it's the Dajiao village where celadon is burned?" Qianmai asked eagerly after hearing that his eyes were full of golden light.

"Yes, it's also called this." Tan Xiangyang seemed to have met his old friends in his hometown. He was very pleased that someone knew his hometown, and when he was idle, he could not help but read the book: "Dajiao Village is at the foot of Mount Ryuhua, according to legend. The creation and burning of celadon in the Five Dynasties reached its peak in the Southern Song and Yuan Dynasty. According to ancient records, in the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, celadon was fired in Dajiao, and there was an unprecedented grand occasion for pits and fireworks. The big and small pits that people have discovered here today There are more than fifty sites. The year before last... No, it was the year before the first year. In January 1988, the Longquan site of Dajiao was also listed as a national key cultural relics protection unit by the State Council.... I also heard the old people say that Longquan went to Jintian. Daxi was built by Song Shi to transport celadon to Wenzhou to go to sea."

At the end, I suddenly realized that the room was strangely quiet. I could not help but laughed a few times. I had said so much without knowing it, and regardless of whether the pupil could understand it or not, he asked at random: "You know Dayao Village." ?"

Not only do I know, but I have been with experts several times. So, he asked tentatively, "Tan, if you come back next semester, can you bring me some books about Longquan celadon? I'll give you the money when I come."

"Books? These books are rare in the folks. Most of them are in the library reference room." However, considering that some people want to understand their hometown so much, he nodded and agreed: "I will try to find them for you. The peasants or kiln workers in their hometown will have some scattered copies left by their ancestors. But what do you want these for?"

What I want is the things left by the ancestors, so I rush to collect them in front of the experts as soon as possible, and let the old man who loves tossing people come to me, quack. But he said: "I want to see it, my father is quite interested in celadon. By the way, what can the teacher ask me for?"

At this time, Tan Xiangyang also packed up, turned around and pulled a stool to sit down, then leaned over and took out the book from the drawer, handed it to Qian Mai, and said: "From the sketching homework handed in yesterday, your old problems It has not been completely corrected. When drawing, you must remember: first, do not draw the lines dead; second, find the boundary between black, gray and white and light and dark, and transition naturally. This is the art textbook of my junior high school, you Take a look at home during winter vacation and pay more attention to how other people draw... Of course, practice is the main way to improve. Remember to have a sketching homework a day and give it to me when school starts."

"Yes."

Speaking of perfection skills, Tan Xiangyang also wanted to mention mathematics again. Looking at the little girl in front of him who was the only girl in the town who was doing the right-pointing questions, he couldn't help feeling that she really complied with the old saying "Unintentionally inserting willows into the willows" and praised him. A few words: "You made a lot of progress in math in the second half of the semester. This time you got a perfect score and you got the points to think about. You will continue to work hard next semester.

"Yes." We have nothing to report to our teacher, so we have to take a score that satisfies you.

Watching the small four wheels carrying Tan Xiangyang away disappear in the corner, Qian Mai looked back at the school again. At this time, the students had already left the school. Between the empty playground and the teaching building, wind and waves mixed with gravel whirled over, and occasionally brought it up. A few pieces of waste paper may be caused by the atmosphere at home these days, Qian Mai’s heart can’t help but feel a sense of desolation. At this time, should I help out with an idea? Would it be weird to say that the adults? What

Just when the potential wheat hurts the spring and sad autumn, Zou Baiqiong created a classic piece in Nanjiang Village.

In other words, Zou Baiqiong, who took the transcript for a long time, finally walked into the Zou family's door with fear and fright just before the meal. Under Zou Guodong's stern questioning, he carefully handed out the sweaty transcript.

Zou Guodong spread out the crumpled paper, only glanced at it, and suddenly fucked the wooden stick from behind the door. When he wanted to greet him, unexpectedly, the clever Zou Baiqiong jumped three feet away early. Hate that iron can't make steel, and immediately yelled in anger: "You stinky boy, you won a duck egg in the mid-term exam, and you held an egg for me in the final exam. Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

How could Zou Baiqiong be willing to suffer? I was very depressed at first, but there was also Li Meijun to accompany me in the mid-term exam. This time I was really alone. I was already severely scratched by Teacher Lan at school. When I got home, my father was still like this. He couldn't help breaking the jar and smashing his neck. He raised his head and stretched his neck to fight back. "You know to scold me. My grandfather said, yourself. Mathematics only got 10 points, and I got 57. If you can't learn it by yourself, you force me to learn it."

Zou Guodong was choked to speechless by his son. He was struggling to find words to teach him. Unexpectedly, his son stomped his feet and said something more violent: "I am on strike and not studying. See who you can find to help you learn."