Wen Bakong, Wen Qingfeng and Mu Yi had eaten early and were waiting at the health center for Shamaqil, the substitute teacher of Duoxia Village.

"Good morning, Doctor Wen."

The person who greeted Wen Qingfeng was a hunchbacked disabled man who looked to be only 1.23 meters tall. He must be over thirty years old, with a Chinese character face and a clean shaven beard. He greeted Wen Qingfeng with alert eyes.

Di glanced at Muyi and Wen Bikong, probably trying to guess who among them was the "Teacher Wen" that Wen Qingfeng told him.

"Good morning, Teacher Shama!" Wen Qingfeng greeted him enthusiastically.

"Which one of them is Teacher Wen?" Teacher Shama looked at Wen Baikong and then at Mu Yi. He saw that both of them were wearing glasses and both were polite. He really couldn't guess who was the teacher.

"Teacher Wen".

"What do you think?" Wen Bakong smiled and asked him to guess.

He looked at Wen Bakong. Wen Bakong was still smiling. He looked at Mu Yi again. Mu Yi just smiled without any other words or unnecessary actions. "To be honest, I can't guess.

come out."

The three of them laughed "hahaha" at the same time, which actually made Teacher Shama blush with embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry. I just made a joke with you. I am Wen Bakong, and we will be 'partners' from now on. The person next to me is Mu Yi. He is a cadre from the countryside."

Teacher Shama also laughed when he heard what Wen Bakong said. He touched his head and said, "I should have guessed it a long time ago. You smiled and asked me to guess that you should be Teacher Wen.

"

Wen Bakong: "Then why didn't you guess he was 'Teacher Wen'?"

"I see that although he is smiling, he is a little serious."

"Then why didn't you just say it directly?"

"I'm afraid to say it. If I guess wrong, I'm sorry."

"Everyone, stop joking. Let's leave early!" Wen Qingfeng spoke.

The four of them filed out and jumped onto the road along the small steep slope behind the Jiklage house. This eliminated the need to walk along the cement road to the intersection with the road and then walk down the road.

A-shaped detour, jump straight down, walk less, save time, and be more efficient.

The journey from the township government to Duoxia Village, whether it's far or close, is a little over three highways, and it's all downhill.

Along the way, Shama kept asking about Wen Bakong. Wen Bakong took the trouble to answer them one by one. Soon everyone became familiar with each other.

"Teacher Shama, if you run like this every day, will your health be affected?" Mu Yi asked with concern.

"It's no problem. I come to school every morning after eating. I walk slowly and don't rush. That's about forty minutes. If I walk fast, I'll be there in half an hour. It takes a little longer to come back.

, it’s all uphill.”

"So accurate?"

"Yes. I'm wearing a watch." Teacher Shama said, and he hugged up the sleeve of his left hand to show Mu Yi the watch in his hand. This is a "Shanghai" brand mechanical watch. It's not bad.

, a high-quality domestic product. This is probably the most valuable item in Teacher Shama’s body.

Wen Bakong: "Teacher Shama, how do you usually attend class?"

"Oh, it's like this. It's a small place here, not as formal as the central school. I arrive at the school at ten o'clock in the morning, and then give one class each to the first, second and third grade students. Each class lasts forty minutes, with a ten-minute break.

Minutes. After class, it’s almost half past twelve. Then after school, the students go home, and I go home too. Since everyone can’t tell the day of the week, for convenience, we have breaks on the 6th and 10th, and the rest of the time

Classes will be held as normal. There will also be holidays and winter and summer vacations stipulated by the state. By the way, there will also be no classes even if the weather is bad."

"No classes if the weather is bad? What kind of weather is bad?" Wen Bakong asked puzzledly.

Teacher Shama said with a smile: "It's just raining and snowing. The weather is cold and the roads are slippery, so it's not safe for students to go to class. And..." At this point, Teacher Shama stopped talking.

"And what?" Wen Bakong continued to ask.

"It's nothing. You'll know when the time comes." This teacher Shama actually also pretended to be clueless.

Wen Qingfeng: "Teacher Shama, are you coming soon?"

"Doctor Wen, we're almost there. Walk up the hillside from the intersection in front, and walk together to the halfway point. We'll be there among the houses."

As soon as they heard that they were almost there, the three people's emotions immediately rose. Their steps also moved faster. They did not worry about the inconvenience to Teacher Shama at all.

Still listening to the breeze carefully, he heard Teacher Shama's breathing getting louder and louder. He immediately told everyone to walk slower.

Only then did Mu Yi and Wen Bakong react. They both said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Teacher Hashama, I just rushed forward."

"It doesn't matter. I can still keep up." Teacher Shama gasped and told everyone to leave quickly.

Mu Yi admired Teacher Shama from the bottom of his heart. He was indeed a good fellow with a physical disability and a strong will.

Under the guidance of Teacher Shama, everyone finally arrived at "Dianxiao" in Duoxia Village.

About twenty or thirty meters away from this so-called "Dianxiao", Teacher Shama raised his finger and pointed to a separate room with earthen walls not far away. "Oh, that's Duoxiadianxiao."

After hearing the breeze, Wen Bakong and Mu Yi followed the direction pointed by Teacher Shama and saw this house. It didn't look like anything from the outside. It was just an ordinary small adobe house.

But when everyone came closer to take a look, they discovered a problem. And this problem subverted the three people's understanding of "school".

When I walked in, I saw that there were already six or seven children playing around "Dian Xiao". Judging from their appearance, the older one looked like eleven or twelve years old, and the younger one probably looked like four or five years old.

.In addition to this adobe house that is used as a "classroom", there are more than a dozen stones the size of basketballs neatly placed in the open space at the entrance of the "classroom", and it is unknown what they are used for.

They were surprised to see three "Han people" coming at once. They seemed very timid and shy. But soon, they gathered around Teacher Shama. They kept chanting "Han Xia, Han Xia."

Teacher Shama was probably explaining to them who these three people were.

As expected, these children soon gathered around. They looked at Wen Bakong. They were very careful, but bravely summoned up the courage to shout: "Wen Mamu."

Everyone understood this sentence. They were calling Wen Bakong "Teacher Wen." This made Wen Bakong very happy. He smiled and reached out to touch their heads.

These children ran away laughing.

At this time Wen Qingfeng started shouting: "Sesame candy, Sesame candy."

I saw these children quickly surrounding him.

Wen Bakong asked Wen Qingfeng in confusion, "Why do you still bring some candy?"

In fact, Mu Yi knew it. The "sesame candy" in Wen Qingfeng's mouth was not "candy". It was "polio vaccine", commonly known as "sugar pills". Some fellow villagers used to call it "sesame candy".

I saw Wen Qingfeng take out a bag of "sugar pills" from the medical kit on his back, tear open the bag, and give one pill to each of the children, letting them chew it.

"Sugar pills" were distributed. The three of them then carefully looked at this "little thing".

Isn’t this too simple? This adobe house was built in a flat recess on a bare hillside. There were obvious cracks on the four walls, especially at the corners. Many of the cracks were broken inside and out.

And there is only a door opening, not a door, let alone a door lock.

The three of them were about to say: "There is no door or lock. Aren't you afraid of losing the tables and benches in the classroom?"

But soon the three of them were dumbfounded.

The "classroom" was dark, and the light was really not very good. The three of them had just walked in through the doorway, and they were not used to the situation inside. Suddenly, their eyes went dark. It took them a while to get used to the situation inside.

light.

Where is this classroom? There are no desks, no benches, not even a blackboard. The ground floor is not a cement floor, but a mud floor that is as damp as the outside. It is even damper than the outside. Because the shoes of the three of them are

They had accidentally stepped on the mud. At the same time, the three of them also discovered some basketball-sized stones scattered on the ground. Looking up at the roof, although it was covered with small blue tiles, some of the tiles had already

It is cracked. It is estimated that the water in the classroom leaked from these cracks. There are a few bright tiles here and there, but they are also covered with dust. So they cannot let the light in very well. In addition, the wall near the door opening

It was a large area of ​​gray and black. It looked vaguely like chalk writing.

"Teacher Shama. How do the children go to class?" Mu Yi asked Teacher Shama.

"Children, class is on!"

I heard Teacher Shama say hello, and the children lined up outside the classroom.

"Teacher, are we going to have class outside today? Or will we have class inside?"

"So many friends (Qu Bo) came today, let's show them how we teach there." Teacher Shama said calmly to the students.

The three of them saw these students carrying schoolbags and got into the "classroom", and then they found a stone and sat down individually. Teacher Shama also walked in, and then wrote on the gray and black wall

The four words "Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter" were written on it. But the three of them struggled to see clearly what these four words were written on.

Then Teacher Shama said: "Now we have the first grade class. The second and third graders sit up properly, don't talk, and don't make small movements."

…

Teacher Shama also wrote on the wall, "The author of the ancient poem "Village Residence" is: Gao Ding. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites."

There are a lot of words this time, so it’s really hard to read.

Teacher Shama: "Now we have the second grade class. The first and third grade students should sit up properly, don't talk, and don't make small movements."

…

Teacher Shama wrote on the wall again: "Idiom. Sit back and wait for the rabbit."

Teacher Shama: "Now we have the third grade class. The first and second graders sit up properly, don't talk, and don't make small movements."

…

After the demonstration, Teacher Shama let the students out for a rest. Then he said: "When the weather is good, we sit on the rocks outside to teach. When the weather is bad, we teach inside the house. But the conditions inside are really bad.

Yes. You have also seen that sometimes there is really no place to step down."
Chapter completed!