Chapter 4 Chapter 04

"Ah! Mr. Ni, welcome, welcome!" Jiang Bingru stood outside the back door of the school, raising one arm and waving, her voice revealing heartfelt joy.A school clerk held a kerosene lamp with a white magnetic cover on the table, and stood beside him soberly, which clearly illuminated the half of Bingru's face.His face is slightly plump, with a high nose, gentle and intelligent lips, and crystal-clear eyes. "It's just a headwind today. I've worked hard. It's cold. Go inside and have a rest." Bingru said, holding onto the sleeve of Huanzhi who just jumped up from the stone port like a child with one hand , seems to welcome a familiar friend.

"It's Mr. Jiang, right?" Huanzhi's breathing was a little short, he paused, and continued: "I heard what Uncle Shu said, and I admire Mr. Jiang very much. We are very happy to meet you now." He said, his eyes fixed on Bingru face, I think this is completely satisfactory. "Uncle Shu, what's the matter? You haven't come up yet!" Bingru bent down and looked into the cabin. "Here we come." Uncle Shu got out of the cabin, stepped onto the stone port, and said, "I know you haven't returned yet, so you must be waiting in the school. It's not easy for me to welcome the envoy, and I've been in the boat all the time." Lie down, dizzy."

"Haha, who told you that you are a native of the water town, but you have committed the same problems as the northerners. Mr. Ni, you don't get seasick, do you?" "No." Huanzhi didn't give in, he answered, and stepped into the back door of the school first. Walk through a corridor and turn into a market road.This realm is completely new to Huanzhi, and it feels a little unpredictable.Outside the porch were swaying dark branches; the wind shook the doors and windows and made some noises, making it even more strangely silent.It seems that this school is vast and has almost no boundaries. It is really unpredictable which side and corner of the school he is now.

A kerosene lamp guided several people entering through the back door into the lounge.There were three people sitting in the common room around a table covered with a white cloth (the same kerosene lamp was lit on the table, but it seemed much brighter than the one held by the school clerk), and now they all stood up and went to the door. "This is Mr. Xu Youfu, Mr. Ren, the third grader," Bingru said, pointing to the long and thin face in her forties. The thin and long face pinched the temples of the glasses with three fingers and nodded.Of course there was a smile on his face; but it was not so much the joy that came from his heart, it might be better to say that he purposely let the muscles of his face relax; after a while, he returned to his original rigidity.

"This is Mr. Li Yigong, he is in charge of science." "Mr. Huanzhi, I have admired you for a long time." Li Yigong also wears glasses, but they are flat, and the two eyes are shining in the glass, which means closeness. "This is Mr. Lu Sanfu, our gymnastics teacher." Lu Sanfu blushed, and a scar on his right cheek was clearly visible; his lips moved, but he didn't say anything; he bowed deeply, as if demonstrating to the students on the playground. "This is Mr. Ni Huanzhi, everyone has already heard what I said." Bingru said this with an especially encouraging look.At the same time, he regained his concentration and glowed, like looking at a newly acquired treasure.He saw that Huanzhi had a pair of sharp and clear eyes; his forehead was plump, and the thoughts contained in it would certainly not be frugal; Wearing cotton shoes instead of leather shoes is simple and healthy... In short, I can't think of a bad criticism from this young man.He couldn't help but looked back at Uncle Shu with a smile and nodded.

"Gentlemen," Huanzhi greeted the three teachers one by one, with a serious attitude; he looked at them without blinking, as if trying to understand their souls. "It was a great pleasure to meet you gentlemen today. Afterwards, we will have a lot to ask for advice." "We are not polite to each other. We have to talk and discuss everything. We should do this business like this; if we can't do it alone, we must work together to find ways." When Bingru said this, he naturally explained to Huanzhi that colleagues are not polite, but unconsciously revealed his hope for his old colleagues.He wants them to be the same as himself, with enthusiasm and perfect ideals, and work together to make the school an ideal school.He said this, they said yes, he said that, they said yes, no discussion, no revision; and what disappointed him the most was that they didn't seem to have any vigor, slack and slack. , like a tired old cow next to a big millstone.He feels isolated.It is a matter of educating many children, how can one hand handle it!So eagerly aroused the desire to entangle new comrades.For old colleagues, I still hope that they can be transformed.He thought it was just that they hadn't tasted the true taste of education; once they tasted the true taste of the supremacy in the world, they would never refuse to be indifferent even if they were forced to do so.So he began to write articles to express his views on education; he thought that an article was a plate of exquisite food, which was put in front of them and aroused their salivation, and they would definitely catch up and inject a new force into the old profession. .At that time, the situation of working together to find ways naturally appeared; everything should be discussed and discussed, which is obviously different from teaching lessons every day. How can the school be unideal?

He took another greedy look at Huanzhi, and a smug smile appeared between the corners of his trembling cheeks and mouth. "I wrote an article, Mr. Ni, I want you to read it." He said, reaching into the pocket of his jacket.But then came back empty-handed. "It's still a draft, and it's not clear if it's painted or edited. Take it out later, and let the husband take it back to the bedroom to have a closer look." "I knew you had such a temper. Why is there such a rush? I sat on the boat for half a day in the wind and cold, and when I got to the shore, I had to read the article before I sat down!" Uncle Shu said with a playful attitude.He sat down first, lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely.

Huanzhi felt that Uncle Shu's words could not be said; his face, which was flushed by the wind, was even more red, almost purple; because he had the same longing as Bingru, and he was eager to read that article.He said to Bingru like an honest student: "It's good to read it now. I really like to know what Mr. Shu means. Shubo told me about it, and I wish I could read it in my hand immediately." "Is that so?" Bingru seemed to have heard an unexpected compliment, "Then I'll take it out." Huanzhi received the manuscript, which consisted of more than 20 sheets of blue ruled paper with straight lines and fine characters. There were indeed many alterations and additions, but the clear and clear style was still preserved.Just as we sat down around the table and were about to start watching, the school officer came in with a plate of delicacies.A few plates, two bowls of vegetables, a steaming hot pot, and special wine.

The white cloth on the table was removed.The kerosene lamp moved aside, everything on the plate was placed on the table, the cups and chopsticks were displayed in front of everyone, and there was a delicious sound of sizzling in the hot pot: a warm and comfortable feast began.Shui Cheng's sleepiness, the cold wind's invasion, and Zai Huanzhi's interest in reading that article have all disappeared. "Mr. Ni, can I have a drink? Please read the article later. Let's have a glass of wine first." Bingru first filled Huanzhi's glass, and then filled everyone's glasses.

"Let's drink!" Bingru happily raised his glass.At the same time, everyone raised their cups together.Huanzhi had no choice but to stuff the manuscript into the pocket of his robe. "Education is not my specialty, but it's my hobby." After drinking a glass of wine, Bingru's cheeks flushed; his alcohol capacity was not very good, but a little alcohol can increase the joy, so he said with all his heart . "I didn't study education either, I only graduated from middle school," Huanzhi went on to say frankly. "I mean, it doesn't matter if you specialize or not, and whether you have studied or not. The important thing is this hobby. If you have a hobby, if you are interested in this career, you can do it happily even if you don't specialize. Elementary school After all, the homework here is not profound, and there is nothing difficult to teach. There are many children in elementary schools who are in different situations and aptitudes and also need to be cultivated. We have to live with them, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter. This is not ordinary people. It's something you can bear. If you don't enjoy it, you will often feel dry and tired."

"That's why I suggest that we as teachers should first know children!" Bing Ru was in the countryside, and felt that this was the first time he heard the words of the same tune, so he couldn't help but patted the edge of the table and said. Xu Youfu's eyes slanted from the side of his glasses to stare at Bingru, he was secretly amused.He thought: "There is no teacher who doesn't know children, even new students, and they will know them well enough in a week; it's a pity that you will tell others like this once or twice!" Li Yigong came from a normal school. He was waiting for an opportunity to interrupt, so he rushed to say: "Yes, this is the most important thing. They are also children, each with its own personality; it is wrong to generalize." Bingru nodded, drank a sip of wine, and said: "If you want to know children, you have to study to the root. Just look at each child, at most you can know who is fat, who is thin, who is fair, who It’s not okay to be dark; we need to understand the mind hidden in them to count. This involves the scope of psychology, ethics, etc. What kind of human nature is, and what is the habit, we must examine Understand. Only when we understand these things can we be sure, and then we can really develop children's nature and cultivate children's habits. At the same time, a strong interest will naturally come; compared with planters, we have the same longing but more Profound meaning, where will I feel dry and bored again?" "That's it!" Huanzhi was supposed to be able to drink, so after saying this, he picked up the glass and sipped it.Bingru's flagon spout immediately stretched out.Huanzhi picked up the cup to accept it, and said: "The more interested you are, the more you need to study. The more you study the interest, the better. This is the happiness of life, which is worthy of envy and not something that can be obtained by chance. I saw many colleagues in the industry who were not happy to study at all. Holding a teaching position like a shop assistant, just for a bowl of rice: I feel bad for them. Even I, the first few years as a teacher, also spent in such a situation. Ah! At that time, I just felt The life of a teacher is the only boring thing in the world. If there is a hell, it will be about the same. Unexpectedly, I am still a teacher today, and my mood has changed." A feeling of nostalgia swept over his heart, which seemed to be a little sad, but it was definitely not sentimental. "I also often say that being a teacher is not only for living, but for making a living," Bingru's voice was quite resounding. "If it's not easy to do anything just to make ends meet, why do you need so many children to accompany you to make sacrifices!" It's meaningless for them to sing and pay like this; they have such ideas in each other's hearts, and they can express them freely when they talk properly.Unexpectedly, the gymnastics teacher who seems to be rude but also seems to be fine has a heart.He once negotiated with Bingru about the salary; as a result, the homework at twenty o'clock was counted as twenty-four o'clock, and he won.But at the same time, I received Bingru's ironic words: "We are engaged in education, so we don't have to think about how much money: Mr. Lu, do you think it's good?" At that time, he was a little embarrassed to see Bingru's smiling face. ; Couldn't think of an appropriate answer any more, so he nodded in embarrassment.Listening to Bingru's words now, it is obvious that he said the words at that time in reverse; his face became hot, and his eyes fell into his own cup involuntarily.The mind that was almost resentful started to move silently: "You are rich, you are a rich man, not for living! I am poor, not for living, but come to play with you! This new guy, you can tell from his appearance that he is waiting for you. The stuff of life, but it sounds so nice. Heck! It's just to cater to the principal." After taking a sip of the wine and smacking his lips, Xu Youfu, who seemed to appreciate the true meaning of wine, had a different meaning for these words, and he didn't care about making ends meet.He felt that what Bingru had said to this young man was extremely superficial."Sex", "learning", "study", and "hobbies" are all words, some of which are only suitable for the quotations of Song Confucianism, and some are only suitable for writing papers on certain subjects; in short , It is completely unnecessary to be a teacher.They use these words to describe their dreams, so vigorously, as if the fundamental way to settle down is here; what good is this for themselves and for schoolchildren? It turned out that Xu Youfu regarded the school as a store.Students are customers, teachers are shop assistants, and the knowledge of a certain subject is the commodity in the store.Genuine goods at a fair price are the only morality of the store, so teachers should not dismantle the filth.As for the customer accepting the product, whether it is good for it when they go back, or it is lost in the middle of the process, or even smashed as soon as they get it, that is the customer's own business, and the store does not have to be responsible.He taught his Chinese class based on this view: preparation must be very sufficient, a word, an allusion, and if there is any doubt, he will look up "Ciyuan" (previously "Kangxi Dictionary") and copy it in his notebook; Work very hard, explain, ask questions, take notes, and do it in turn until you hear the bell for withdrawing from the class; students must correct their essays seriously, if they really can’t stand it, they will not hesitate to tick it off completely, according to their own ideas Rewrite the previous article.He had been doing this for fourteen or fifteen years; he believed it was his whole education.In addition, if there are any educational propositions and educational theories, they are either rhetoric, chatting about helping others, or foolish and self-deceiving. Uncle Shu, who is not a teacher, has other ideas.He has a capacity for more than two catties of alcohol, drinking one cup after another, unceremoniously lifting the jug to pour himself.He thought that when two smart fools met tonight, they would only hear some silly words.Why do things in the world have to be serious?The present is comfortable, passable, everything is good, why ask for this, for that?After a while of joy, he raised his cup and shouted: "You keep your three words in line, education, education, and you have left me a layman in the cold. Now listen to my general order: you are not allowed to talk about education, and those who violate the order will be fined three cups! This cup is an order cup , everyone drink first." "Hahaha!" "Is there such an autocratic general order?" Bingru stared at Shubo, protesting, but the wine glass was already in his hand. "Is there any republic in the general order? Drink, don't talk too much!" Uncle Shu said, drawing a circle in front of everyone with the raised glass hand, and then moved closer to his lips. "Mr. Ni is here for the first time today, and we should welcome him. Let's welcome him with this cup," Li Yigong said with a smile; Everyone drank the wine in one gulp.The jug was again parading in front of everyone.The hot pot is still steaming hot, and the red charcoal is like a smiling face.The chopsticks in his hand were elegantly inserted into the dishes, and then sent to his mouth.The wine glasses kissed the lips casually one after another. They talked about Yuan Shikai's desire to be emperor, and about the endless and unprecedented war in Europe.Huanzhi said that he was extremely indifferent to politics.In the year of 1911, I had a happy dream, thinking that the politics of improving the public welfare would be realized immediately.Unexpectedly, a new situation has been opened, only the authority of the Qing emperor is distributed to a group of warriors!One falls, another rises; you occupy one place, another occupies there: just hearing the names of this group of people makes me hate it.So even the newspapers are not very happy to read these days; who bothers to keep track of the successes and failures of this group of people?But he believes that China will get better one day: even the whole world will not see each other with guns and guns one day, but will replace it with understanding and sympathy.This is naturally after everyone knows how to be a proper person.Apart from education, what other careers can one take on to cultivate decent people?All hope lies in education.So he doesn't care about anything else, only willing to work hard on education. Bingru naturally agrees with this meaning very much.He said that there was the stupid Yuan Shikai, and those shameless people who praised Yuan Shikai, and of course the antics of the imperial system came on the stage.If everyone understands that the imperial system is in the past, and there is no reason for many people to submit to one person, who will go to persuade them?And, who would want to, who would dare to be an emperor?Besides, in European wars, each has its own "justice" and fights for what it claims to be, and believes that the fault is entirely on the enemy's side: this is a deep confusion.In fact, they are all ambitious politicians, with greedy moneymen behind the scenes.Whoever believes in fighting for what is exactly the puppet on stage!If most people see through this trick and know that human coexistence is the highest ideal, and that species and national borders are unnecessary barriers, can't the Germans drop their guns and hold the hands of the French?Why don't the Austrians take the shoulders of the British to have a glass of wine?But for everyone to understand and see through, it takes a lot of training.Especially in China, education has flourished for many years, and as a result, the ugly drama of the imperial system will be staged in the Republic of China; this shows that the previous education was completely ineffective.If those in charge of education do not wake up quickly and take a new path, who is to say that there will be no second and third imperial tricks! "You two violated the order!" Shubo shouted triumphantly as he grabbed the jug and filled Bingru and Huanzhi's half-empty cups. "It's almost dry! Two glasses left!" "This is not the main topic of education, it was transferred from Yuan Shikai to education; it seems that the punishment can be lightened, and each drink is enough." Li Yigong said this to the village, speaking in the tone of a fair person, but as soft as a matchmaker . "Okay, let's just have a cup," Xu Youfu said, with a smile on his stiff and thin face, "Besides, everyone has not officially recognized this order." "Is there any discount for the general's order?" Shu feared lifting his gold-rimmed glasses, let out a sigh of alcohol, and said solemnly: "Since you all say that, I don't care about the general's public opinion; it's just a glass. But It's my turn to talk; you just keep talking yourselves and don't care about other people's throats." Uncle Shu was obviously half-drunk because he was thinking the most.Bingru and Huanzhi each drank a full glass according to his words.Bingru was an exception to drink too much tonight, only felt that the wine flowed smoothly down his throat, and he was happy when he raised his glass; but his mind was beating wildly. From Yuan Shikai, Shubo recalled the situation of the primary election held in his hometown the year before last, and began to say: "You guys are serious, let me tell a joke. It is about the primary election that year - Bingru, you don't pay attention to these things Things, but I like to go and have a look, and I can’t lose my identity by voting casually. ——In the primary election, Jiang Huo went out to work hard; I copied it,——Bingru, maybe your name belongs to him too——there are already enough numbers. But there are not many bearers; every bearer voted, came out and went in again, at most, he had to go in three or four times Well, the election supervisor is not blind after all. He recruited a group of irrelevant people in the teahouse, gave each of them his own business card, told them to go in to vote, and come out to eat a meal of two yuan Japanese dishes. Those temporary bearers When the cups and plates were messed up, everyone laughed and said: "It's really rare, we ate tigers today! It's not funny. A porter cast a vote and said to him: "Your name has too many strokes in the word dart, and I can't write it clearly; I wrote about Jiang Huhu, it’s the same anyway. This sentence made Jiang Huhu puff up his cheeks, like the belly of a puffer fish, and grabbed the bearer, forcing him to sit down and eat the dishes..." When Uncle Shu said this, he couldn't help laughing.Everyone laughed too.And in Bingru's smile, there was even more contempt and disdain.He has always looked down on Jiang Shidiao, who has the same surname but a different clan, and is nicknamed "Tiger".Jiang Shibao quite acquainted with some so-called "white ministers"; he was a perennial customer of Ruyi Teahouse and an expert in gambling; and the general public opinion in the town was often a retelling of his opinions.Bingru sometimes thinks of how to reform his hometown, and he naturally thinks of Jiang Shibao; he thinks that this person is a big obstacle to reform, like a tiger on the road.When they meet each other, they greet each other, but they have nothing to talk about, so they can only walk away immediately.When they met at a banquet, there seemed to be a tacit understanding that they avoided different seats, as if there had been some deep hatred.In fact, there was not even a slight controversy. After drinking and eating, we talked casually for a while.Talking about the start of school the day after tomorrow, talking about the large number of students who have been promoted from primary schools.Although the cold wind roars outside the window, the footsteps of spring are approaching silently; people after drinking have a warm feeling, isn't this the breath of spring?Spring returns to the earth, the semester begins, there are many new students, and a new colleague who looks like a new force has been added: Bingru only saw Hope Salivary Chun's face smiling in front of him.He walked home, facing the wind all the way, as if a sharp knife was scraping his skin, but the warmth and joy in his heart could not be quenched. Huanzhi watched Uncle Bingrushu go back, and each of them was lit by a paper lantern. The figures almost merged with the darkness, and only a pale yellow light swayed past; he thought this scene was very poetic, and at the same time It seems to return to childhood.The torches and paper lanterns on the streets always aroused a quiet and slightly frightening and interesting emotion when I was young. Since the electric lights were used in the city, this kind of interest has disappeared; unexpectedly, I tasted it here tonight. "In terms of career, I would like to start from scratch when I am a child now." He thought this way, and the three gentlemen who lived in the school came back.Li Yigong greeted him and said that he shared a bedroom with him, the one upstairs to the east.Mr. Xu and Lu are in the same room, just next door, which used to be the classroom of the third grade.The downstairs used to be two classrooms, but now that there are so many new students entering the school, there are going to be three classrooms. Fortunately, there are still houses. When he entered the bedroom, the school clerk had brought up the luggage he had brought; a suitcase, a bedding, and a basket of books.The bunks were also made, facing the east window.Next to the window is a wide lacquered table with three drawers and a beech armchair.There was nothing on the table, and the kerosene lamp was placed on it, clearly showing its reflection.There is a bookshelf across the table, also empty.Li Yigong's bunk is side by side with Huanzhi's; a large desk is placed in the center of the room, because he sometimes needs to handle animal and plant specimens and physical and chemical test equipment. "Shuigen, make the bed for Mr. Ni." Yigong ordered the school attendants, turned around and said kindly to Huanzhi: "Mr. Ni, you are very tired after riding against the wind, you can rest early .This is a town, and everyone goes to bed early at night. Listen, it's only ten o'clock at this time, and there are no other sounds except the wind." After Huanzhijing woke up, he began to notice that the feeling in his ears was indeed different from usual.The wind blows from the field, carrying countless wind instruments, humming, hissing, and hissing, interspersed with the incomparably loud "wow..." Although this is the case, the silence of the night is even more evident.Everything that moves seems to be frozen, and everything that has a mouth is closed; it seems to be standing on a solid rock in the sea.If it was in the past few years, Huanzhi would definitely have to go over the sad homework, because this is exactly the realm of sentimentality.But tonight he thought about it from another perspective, thinking that this place is so quiet, it is very suitable for reading and doing things at night.He replied Yi Gongdao: "I'm not tired now. I was a little tired on the boat just now; I don't feel it anymore after going ashore, talking for a while, and drinking again." Just as Shuigen put the bedding onto the bed, he frantically untied the rope and straightened out the quilt, Huanzhi kindly stopped him and said, "I'll do it myself, it's very convenient." The countryman with thick black braids held back his hands, as if ashamed and surprised to see the new gentleman.After a while, he smiled with his gums exposed, and went downstairs with his usual heavy steps. Huanzhi scrambled to spread the quilts. The quilts were freshly washed, with the sweet smell of sunlight. When he smelled them, he immediately thought of his mother who had worked so hard for these things. He must write a letter to her that night, and the manuscript in his pocket, Must read it.This made him look a little hurried. "Why not let them do it?" Yi Gong seemed to be talking to himself. "It's a very convenient thing, if you can make it yourself, you don't have to bother others." Huanzhi tidied up, put his hands on the top of his head, and combed his hair back; he let out a sigh of relief.Then I made a photo of the bed with interest, and sat on the chair that would be my companion every day with a curious mood.He carefully took out Bingru's article from his pocket, and read it from the beginning again in order to be more careful; at the same time, he thought that books and other things had to be sorted out tomorrow.