"When it comes to this potato, some are called potatoes, some are called yams, and some are called potatoes, which shows that..." Zhuang Shuyi was just intrigued when he heard a harsh alarm breaking through the sky.

"Damn it, it won't make people feel at ease when I say a potato." Zhuang Shuyi quickly greeted the students in the classroom. "Don't be stupid, run away quickly. Be careful, don't push or squeeze. I've said it, don't push!"

Zhuang Shuyi pulled out the guy who disturbed the order. "If you say it, don't push me, don't you understand human words? People who have no moral character and practice will be useless even if they read the saint's books."

"But, teacher, teacher, empty, empty, air strike!" The coward's legs were so trembling that they couldn't stand, and leaned against Zhuang Shuyi and kept sliding down, as soft as a noodle.

Zhuang Shuyi was helpless and held his book in one hand and supported him with the other.

"A real man, hold on. Why was you so powerful when you squeezed that female classmate just now? Now you are stupid. You are standing there. This is not a matter of time once or twice. You will die when you deserve to die, and it is useless to run away. It is better to keep some demeanor and have more peach blossoms when you are alive, what do you think?"

"Old teacher, you're talking lightly. Why do you still want to run away?" The classmate saw that everyone had run away, and immediately shouted.

Zhuang Shuyi let go, and the other party ran away like a rabbit, for fear that Zhuang Shuyi would stop him again. Zhuang Shuyi sighed softly and shook his head and said, "Run, run. This child has a bad mind, but his legs and feet are not bad."

Let's talk, then slowly walked out of the teaching building. When I looked back, there were many teachers coming out from behind. While wiping sweat, Teacher Zheng shouted to Zhuang Shuyi. "Teacher Shu, why aren't you leaving yet? My third floor has already walked down. The students in your class are so procrastinating?"

"It's okay. Look at that, if the college student sports meet is running so fast, will our school worry about one or two less champions?" Zhuang Shuyi helped Teacher Zheng carry his bag while putting his bag together. "Teacher Zheng, are you taking care of your whole body?"

"Let's see some good things in the bookstore. Teacher Shu, please keep your mouth shut. Then I will lend you a look." Teacher Zheng opened a corner and showed the words inside for Zhuang Shuyi. "Look, the Song version has no broken pages."

"Good thing." Zhuang Shuyi's eyes were indeed lit. "It's not possible to just look at it. Teacher Zheng, you have to lend me a copy of notes, otherwise I will..."

"You won't get along with me. Teacher Shu, are you a child? This is what I say back and forth. My daughter has long stopped saying such stupid words. Well, don't mess it up, just lend it to you." Teacher Zheng came in December, but Zhuang Shuyi got along well with him quickly, so good that she seemed to have known each other for more than ten years.

It is probably because they all love books as if they are crazy and crazy.

Just now, in the air-raid shelter, the two of them were holding a book in their hands and reading without any scruples. The people around them were comforted.

But this is not a long-term solution. If you talk three times in one class, you can't go up at all. Not to mention others, Zhuang Shuyi will be crazy the first one. She has always liked to lay the groundwork. Often, before the first example was finished, the air raid interrupted her.

"Ahhhhhhh! I've talked about various other names for potatoes three times, but I haven't reached the point yet. I'm not a specialist in potatoes. Well, this potato is quite delicious." Zhuang Shuyi continued to peel the thin layer of the roasted potatoes, dipped it in coarse salt, and bit it down.

"Although you said that, you are still talking with relish. Cheng Li said, you have started to teach you how to draw potato flowers?" Yang Bo touched the head of Teacher Shu, who was quarreling with his heart.

"Anyway, I'm just a teacher who teaches some strange knowledge. When they can't find food in the wild, they will know how important this knowledge is." Zhuang Shuyi gave up and took a large group of students to the suburbs to learn some wild vegetables on site.

After she happily finished her wild vegetable class for half a year, in the spring of 1938, due to the bombing of Changsha by Japanese planes for several days, the school moved west to Kunming with the approval of the Ministry of Education.

It is the southwest corner of China, surrounded by mountains on three sides and Dianchi Lake in the south. It has a beautiful and charming lake and mountains. It is far from Zhuang Shuyi's hometown and the remote areas of the countryside. Apart from oranges and sea goods, there is only the raging green-shelled Yongning, which is more than 2,000 kilometers.

What kind of number is that? Zhuang Shuyi clenched his fists tightly with his hands tremblingly, and then gently placed them on his chest. Her hometown is in the distance of the war, and her heart is also there.

It will always belong there.

"Teacher?" After spending half a year with Zhuang Shuyi, Cheng Li finally figured out the temperament of her teacher. She is indeed very similar to a child, but the strength and flexibility in her temperament are not something that ordinary people can reach.

Just like now, a journey of more than 1,300 kilometers, strong young people can't stand such a long journey. This is not the leisurely journey of Malaysians in the east, just ask them the shoes wrapped in mud and blood-cum-filled pus.

But Zhuang Shuyi is among them.

"Teacher, you don't have to follow us." Women and children naturally have other ways to go. Although they are not as good as transportation in the east, at least they don't need to be so hard. Cheng Li himself was so tired that he couldn't get up.

"Don't worry about me, fool, you'd better worry about yourself." Zhuang Shuyi supported him. "You can't even stand by yourself, but you still care about others."

"I..." Cheng Li wanted to show off his strength, but was patted by Zhuang Shuyi, and he leaned back straight, and was so shocked that he laughed wildly.

"You don't know yet, you Teacher Shu beat ten of them at each one." Teacher Zheng joked.

Zhuang Shuyi raised his forearm and showed his thin arms with a smile. "Look, don't say ten, twenty are also a small problem. Right, A Nian, you can testify to me."

"Of course." Yang Bo looked doting and rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Come on, even if you say that the moon in the sky is square, your Yan Qing will never raise any objection." What's so strange about this?

Have you never met a wife slave?

Zhuang Shuyi smiled and gave the boys a traditional set of horse-killing chickens, so that they could rest well until tomorrow and then successfully deal with tomorrow's journey. However, before that, they needed to deal with the jealous anger from their master.

"I think Teacher Shu will have no way to massage you tomorrow, because it will be her turn to cook tomorrow." Yang Bo's words caused so many wails.

"No, the meal made by Teacher Shu will kill people. Really!" Without talking about others, Cheng Li jumped up the first one. The story of this action is not long and can be explained in one sentence.

In Changsha, Yangbo once had something to do and came back late when he came back, so Zhuang Shuyi cooked a meal for them. Well, since then, even the little baby who could not walk still vowed to learn how to cook well and prevent his teacher's wife from being poisoned by the food she cooked.

Who would put peppers into the porridge? After it became stuffy, the color looked so good. A pot of brown things were so bitter that it seemed like someone had poisoned them. Oh, this whimsical chef also added coffee beans to it.

"I think that should be very fragrant. The coffee is very fragrant." Zhuang Shuyi was still stubborn.

"No one will put this in the cooked porridge. The only difference between this and poisoning is that the poison may be disguised as it is easier to get in." Yang Bo complained.

"Hmph." Zhuang Shuyi looked away in disappointment. Although she wanted to refute it, it was really unpalatable, yes. Later, they ate a meal of potatoes. This was probably the only recipe that Zhuang Shuyi would not kill anyone.

Zhuang Shuyi swept around and looked at her students pitifully, and announced helplessly.

"Why would you eat potatoes tomorrow?"

"Thank you for not killing me."
Chapter completed!