Chapter 9 Chapter 09

After dinner, Lu Sanfu still felt unhappy, so he stepped up the stairs with heavy steps.Just walking back and forth on the front porch, sometimes raising angry eyes to look at the dark sky slightly dotted with a few stars.He felt overwhelmed by Huanzhi's ability to subdue Jiang Hua and make him admit his mistake. "If it doesn't matter, the face of a mother-in-law is more effective than me. What's the reason? He doesn't scold a word. Such a bad student doesn't scold. It's just to please the students. To please, it comes naturally." It works. I can’t please students! Bad students have to be scolded. Jiang Hua’s little villain is also annoying, and he will be soft when he sees the senior. Could it be that the senior will eat you! You can also be stubborn to the senior, and never admit your mistakes , I admire you."

He thought this way, as if the original intention of sending Jiang Hua to Huanzhi just now was to let Huanzhi also touch the nails he encountered, so he would not end up.But if Huanzhi really met Jiang Hua's nails, and Jiang Hua couldn't get Jiang Hua to admit his mistakes, he might have another dissatisfaction at this moment; he would say that Huanzhi, as a senior officer, can't care about a student of this grade In the future, it will make the teacher of the department lose face, which is really absurd. "Such an attitude is never right with students!" He seemed to have had such a wish that when Huanzhi saw Jiang Hua who was charged in the case, he would immediately give him a good spanking, at least ten hard palms.Therefore, Jiang Hua saw that the treatment of both sides was equally severe and it was difficult to resist, so he begged for forgiveness like a prisoner.But what he saw now was almost completely opposite; Huanzhi's voice and expression, it wasn't too much to say, it was like seeing his own younger brother.Isn't this making others deal with students, making students fearful and more embarrassing?

He bit his lip and walked into the room. Xu Youfu sat there looking at a stack of mimeographed manuscripts, a contemptuous smile floated on his flat face which rarely smiled, and two shallow lines were engraved from the side of his nose to the corner of his mouth. That stack of mimeographed manuscripts is Bingru's opinion piece on education. "Mr. Lu, have you seen this item?" Youfu raised his head to look at Sanfu and asked, but it was only used as the beginning of an argument, so he continued without waiting for Sanfu's answer, "I finally have to be patient." I’ve read it once. Bingru’s articles are not bad, not boring, organized, and much more interesting than reading editorials in newspapers. Don’t you think so?”

San Fuyuan went to learn gymnastics because "you can't learn books". Hearing this evaluation article, he couldn't help blushing again, just like someone asked about his hidden illness.He walked back and forth, and replied hesitantly, "Well, well, I've only read two or three pages." "Ah, you have to read it. After reading it, you will find it amusing, as if you have seen a picture of a fairy mountain pavilion. My analogy is very accurate. Have you ever seen a fairy mountain pavilion picture? Mountain peaks emerge from the clouds Those clouds are lovely, each one is engraved with wishful patterns, or they are as white as milk, or as green as the waves of a lake, never reminding you that they are damp and smelly water vapor. There are clusters of trees on the mountain peaks Flowers and plants, no leaf is incomplete, no flower is withered, and it is always full of spring. The pavilions are revealed among the trees on the side of the peaks, with open front pavilions, winding corridors, and There are painted carvings and elegant utensils. If we are allowed to live in such a place, we will say that we can't be immortals, and we don't have any reluctance, because we have enjoyed the rare blessings in the world. It's a pity that we can't live in it anyway. The artist titled the fairy mountain pavilion, and he clearly told people that it was fantasy, not a real realm in the world, but it was just for people to look at it for fun. Bingru’s article is a fairy mountain pavilion."

"How do you say that?" Sanfu stood beside Youfu's table, looking at Youfu's face with interest. "That is to say, he described a lot of fantasies, saying that the school should run like him; it would be fun for people to see, or to help with conversation after tea; but in fact there is no such thing." When Youfu said this, the two shallow lines from the side of the nose to the corners of the mouth had long since disappeared, his face turned serious, and he said: "He has a lot of fantasies. He said that the school does not only teach students to read; It’s better to let them play casually. The school doesn’t specialize in reading, so it can be said that the store not only sells goods. He also said that games should be integrated with homework, and learning should be integrated with practice. What a dream it is! If it is practiced according to his words, the result is bound to be fruitless. Homework is like a tonic; The game is one; you think, joking, not being serious, how can anyone not spit out the tonic in his mouth? Students study because they don’t know how to write letters, so they learn Chinese, and they don’t know how to settle accounts, so Learn to calculate; only after you have learned it can you really write and calculate. But he said that learning should be integrated with practice; do you think that what you write will not be absurd, and what you will calculate will be muddled?"

"I'm afraid it must be," Sanfu heard what Youfu said, and felt that the truth was indeed entirely on his side, so he answered in his tone. "He added," Youfu said, he lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, "In order to realize his theories, various facilities will be added to the school one after another: library, hospital, shop, newspaper office, etc. The workshop, the farm, the theater, the stage. In his way, the school is a rudimentary form of the world, and it is interesting. But I don't understand, some of the things he mentioned, even educated adults can't understand. It must be done well. How can a class of high school students do it? Besides, the homework includes science, handicrafts, and music. Isn’t that enough? What kind of workshop, farm, music theater, and stage do you want? Do you want to do handicraft farming? Is the singer fighting for his job?"

"He's going to add a stage?" Sanfu's thoughts diverged interestingly; he imagined that he was standing on the stage without makeup, and sang the most familiar "Fishing for the Golden Turtle" brightly; The junior students clapped their hands for a while, and the envy and admiration in the pair of eyes were all focused on himself—he smiled with his teeth bared. "Maybe he will do it one by one. Didn't he say that? Because of various relationships before, it hasn't changed a bit. I understand what the various relationships he said mean. Now, it's Zhuge Liang." You After saying this sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice and gestured towards Dongbi.

"He's in the preparation room, he hasn't come up yet," San Fu woke him up, which meant that there was no need to worry about it; half of it was also a beginning, indicating that he wanted to talk about this person. "Ah! This Zhuge Liang," Youfu continued in a sarcasm, "is such a wild and unconstrained fellow, he keeps saying that the status quo is wrong, and he keeps talking about ideal education. The rubbish is piled up, and the rotten wood is boiled in a bank. To put it nicely, it is Like-minded people: two people naturally want to play together. I never knew how to dream, but I have been a teacher for more than ten years. I think there is nothing wrong with me, and I have nothing to be ashamed of. Let you talk about it, how to change it That's right, but I'm not a young man in his twenties with soft ears and a blunt heart. I can't believe it easily. Whether it's a statement of opinion or a talk meeting, I can take a look and listen, anyway, it won't hurt a hair of my hair. If you want me to be reborn, haha, I am still very satisfied with this stinky skin.——What do you think? Bingru’s opinion letter is the same as his usual conversation, which really means that we should be reborn.——I just know how to keep me It is my duty to teach my homework and never dismantle it; who can say I am not a word!"

Youfu has stored these meanings in his heart for a long time. Whenever Bingru is desperate and talks about the ideal of education, he silently reconsiders it, which is regarded as a passive resistance.After reading the statement just now, the sense of resistance became even more vigorous.Confiding to Sanfu now is exactly the necessary venting; it seems that this has taught Bingru a lesson in his bad temper, which likes to lecture others, and at the same time, Bingru also realizes that his opinions are just a lot of fantasy. Sanfu didn't have so many thoughts in the first place.Whether reform or not, he has no prejudices.But there is another prejudice, that is, Bingru's words are always not very pleasant, because when arguing about salary, Bingru once said something not very pleasant to him.Of course, it goes without saying that he didn't have the patience to read the submission; even if he had the patience to read it, wouldn't he read a lot of nonsense?Therefore, it is quite natural for him to express deep sympathy for Youfu's meaning.He raised his hands, turned them over to support the back of his head, and said in a heavy voice: "You are right! Our duty is to teach lessons; teach lessons without dismantling them, what else can we ask of us? Who likes to play new tricks?" , whoever is responsible, it's none of other people's business."

"Hey! You talk about Zhuge Liang, I'll tell you about Zhuge Liang," Sanfu saw Youfu picking out the cigarette butt that could no longer be smoked from the marriage pipe, and rolled up the paper to twist the pipe. He seized the opportunity to say what he had been stuck in his throat for a long time. "I've never seen someone deal with students with such an attitude! It's a student who hit a classmate and contradicted the teacher! But he was gentle, soft, as if he saw his own brother. He was afraid of hitting a wall, so he didn't dare to put on a face." With a serious face, he only flatters and coaxes with words that won't hurt a hair. That little villain, of course, is happy to give him a decent end."

"What's the matter?" Yufu's questioning eyes slipped out of the glasses. Sanfu told Youfu the whole story like an endorsement, and when it comes to occasions where there is still lingering anger, of course there will be voices of resentment. But Yufu smiled mockingly again.He said with ulterior motives: "You have wronged him. He is not afraid of running into trouble, nor does he want to flatter and deceive students. There are indeed people like that." "What?" Sanfu retreated to his chair and sat down, never leaving Youfu's two lines from the side of his nose to the corner of his mouth. "The idea of ​​that school is to influence students with sincerity. No matter how naughty the students are, they will not be severely punished, beaten or scolded. Instead, they will only enlighten the students with good intentions, and show sympathy and comfort to the students who have offended them. I think that when I do this, my ambiguous conscience will naturally wake up; once my conscience is cleared up, I will repent and be kind, of course it will not be a problem. The most precious thing of that school is the tears of students after committing crimes. Admitting that a drop of tears is better than a lesson in self-cultivation The text must also have strength. Of course, that school is also advocating ideal education and likes to talk. I don’t believe in those. What is a student? A student is like a piece of iron. A student wants it to be square, round, long, and If it is short, you must not spare the hammer in your hand; it will surely do what you want when you hit it with the hammer. But they say they want to change! What is the way to change? Isn’t it like the water—the water that is so soft that it cannot be added? How ridiculous do you think it is to cast iron into a tool, but throw away the hammer and use water!" "Mr. Xu!" Sanfu was so happy that he almost jumped out of his chair, "Your words are so straightforward and metaphors are so ingenious, it's rare to hear them. I know that I'm a rough person, and I don't think as carefully about everything as you do. It is comfortable, but it also understands what attitude should be taken when dealing with students; it is wrong to be fierce, but one must maintain majesty." "Scary!" Youfu sneered, "I can also tell you that Mr. Ni, who judged the case, must be happy with his success at the moment, thinking that the child was influenced by him. If my guess is right, Then the pity is on his side; for in that case, it is likely that he was deceived by the child, and the child may not be influenced by him." "This is interesting!" Sanfu was as happy as hearing the bad news from the enemy, but he was afraid that the news would not be true; he thought that if that happened, Huanzhi would not have subdued the little villain, and he would not have defeated him. Of course, jealousy is It's useless.So he asked, "How do you say it? I like to hear it very much." "Four or five years ago, I was in a school, and the headmaster was that kind of person. He never scolded the students, and kept saying that there was nothing wrong with the students, and that small and big mistakes were just accidental mistakes. Students made mistakes. Whether it was scolding, fighting, bad homework, or even stealing things or money, he would always talk to them in a good voice, such as this, even if it lasted for two or three hours. The temperament of students is originally There are all kinds of people, some are stubborn, some are timid, some refuse to speak to death, and some desperately deny their faults. But these are useless, because no matter what, he continues to talk endlessly. Only a few Those who were willing to admit their mistakes or shed tears on the spot were unexpectedly rewarded by him, as if making a mistake was a very honorable thing. Especially unexpectedly, he was very moved by the students' self-disguise and remorse At that time, I would shed tears with the penitent standing in front of me. Later, all the students understood the trick. When they were called to talk, no matter they were originally stubborn, timid, or refused to speak, they dedicatedly If you deny your fault, you should change it and immediately admit your mistake or cry. This is so easy, but the effect is very large; first, it will not stick to it and delay the game, and second, you can hear a few words. It’s worthless but also a bit of a reward. Put your tears away, this sentence even hangs on the lips of a few students who are always in lawsuits, as if it’s their disaster relief. And the especially cunning ones come out of the room , with tears still in his eyes, he laughed and drew others' attention, as if announcing, that idiot has been tricked by me again! However, Mr. Principal only sees that everyone is a good student in his eyes!" Youfu said here , twisted his mouth and nose, made a grimace, and continued, "Isn't that student today sure to be this kind of guy?" Three times he clapped his hands and said: "Yes! That Jiang Hua came not long ago, but I can see that he is not a kind student. Just now he probably sensed that his senior loves such a thing, so he pretended to be him; the one who went out At that time, I must also be thinking, that idiot was played by me once!" Sanfu's mood at this time was as if Jiang Hua was a knight who avenged him; and Jiang Hua once arrogantly contradicted him and refused to listen to him, but it seemed that he might as well forget it. "So, you can't just know one thing and not know the other." Youfu raised his glasses, his thin and long face looked very serious. Expected!" "This is really a bankruptcy of education!" Sanfu felt that it would be comfortable to say something emotional at this moment, so he said it, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not. "Turning back to the reform of education. Set up a suitable environment, and the school should be like a society. As stated in this proposal, it is not bad to listen to it. But if it is implemented, I can predict what will happen. : The level of the students is getting worse and worse. They can't remember the strokes clearly when writing, and they can't answer the numbers correctly in arithmetic. Everyone is pulling their heads, scratching their heads, and trying to do everything, but nothing can come. The school has become a sideshow The students crowded in there are nothing but tourists; gather in the morning and disperse in the evening, day after day, just to pass everyone's time. Alas! I don't know what good this method is. But I don't want to express my disapproval either. Those students are not my children. As long as I teach with a clear conscience, I will..." At this time, there were two footsteps coming up the stairs. Youfu could clearly hear the sound of Ni Huanzhi and Li Yigong, so he swallowed the following words. Sanfu hurriedly grabbed a copy of "Playing and Singing", resting her chin with her left hand, as if reading it. While Huanzhi was enlightening Jiang Hua, English teacher Liu Weiting brought a copy of Bingru's opinion letter to Ruyi Teahouse for tea. "What?" A mustache sitting next to him stretched out his hand to pick up the submission to read.After sitting for a long time, he was quite tired, but it was not dark yet, so he should go home as usual, and when he saw something to see, he picked it up for entertainment, such as reading one by one the advertisements on the next day's Shanghai poster. "Education proposals, our old Jiang's," Wei Ting held a cup of tea by his mouth, and blew on it for a while; when he saw the mustache asked, he answered in a joking tone.He went on to say: "Our school is going to be reformed, new education is needed, and ideal education is needed! You can read it for yourself, it's all mentioned in it, it's very interesting." After finishing speaking, he took a tentative sip Sip tea. "New education, ideal education, I've never heard of it before," muttered the mustache, put on the copper-rimmed glasses tremblingly, and held the statement of opinion in both hands, standing in front of his eyes like a wall. "He dropped the book bag there," the mustache looked over the first few pages like a horse, and said to himself, "all the words of Mencius, Xunzi, Germans, and French are copied in, who can bear to read it!" "It's interesting to watch. You see what he's going to do with the school." "Hey! There must be farms and workshops in the school." Mustache continued to look at it for a while, and seemed to feel that the interest gradually became stronger. "Students have to farm and work. In this way, farmers and carpenters are worthy of being principals and teachers." What about you, those who wear long gowns and mandarin jackets, how are you worthy!" "That's what I said. Besides, why do parents send their children to school? It's just for them to study and improve, to gain a little knowledge, so that they can occupy a better position in the future. If you just want to farm and do work, to be honest, you can't do it. There is no need to go to any school. At the age of teens, even if I send it out to others to watch cattle and become an apprentice, at least it will save my family's food." "How come Lao Jiang can't figure it out, and wants to play this new trick?" "It's because of his temper. He doesn't want to go outside to see the social situation. Look at him, he never wants to go to teahouses. It's just that he is at home and school, and he seems to have imprisoned himself. Imprisoned People tend to dream a lot; he dreams about how the school should be run, and creates all kinds of tricks. Of course, he himself does not think of dreams; he calls them ideals." "Then, sending your child to your school is equivalent to giving you a lot of fun. To be honest, it is a loss. It just so happens that my child is in your school. If the ideal education really works, I will be the one who suffers. This can't be careless. of." Mustache was originally a boring pastime, but now he turned into a serious mood, paying more attention to reading the submissions.He usually dimly believes that the education method that has always been popular in schools is the best and most perfect method, just like a model that has been carved without regrets, students are like clay, as long as you press the clay into the model, it will be an excellent manufactured product ;Now, the unrepentant model is about to be broken, so naturally one has to doubt the products that will be produced afterwards; besides, the products belong to him, and he only hopes that they are good and will not allow them to be bad. "Are you so serious?" Liu Weiting smiled at the mustache and said, "I believe in so-so. When children go to school, they are naturally seeking to learn; to be honest, they have nothing to do at home. If you have something to eat, you won’t be sent to watch cattle and become an apprentice, so you will be sent to school to spend your idle years? According to my opinion, it doesn’t matter if you want to farm and work. Anyway, it’s the same to spend your idle years. Don't let the ax cut off your fingers." "It's easy for you to say it, I'm afraid it's just because you don't have a son yet," the mustache said, turning his head sideways, his eyes still squinting at the paper. "Ha!" Mustache exclaimed suddenly, as if suffering from a sting, "there is still a stage! There is a play to be made! What does this look like!" Four or five tea drinkers sitting in other seats were chatting sporadically, but when they heard Mustache's cry, they all came over together and asked what it was. "It's a new trick in their school!" Mustache cocked his lips at Liu Weiting, "We're going to build a stage, and the students are going to make plays, have you heard that?" "Great! We don't have to go out thirty miles or forty miles by boat to watch grass-stage plays. Their school will entertain us," a young man with a smoky face said happily. "What they do is civilized opera, not Beijing troupe opera," said a middle-aged man with an air of knowledge. "Civilized dramas also have their rawness and ugliness," a tall, short-sighted man added, then bent down and put his head close to the printed matter in Mustache's hand, "Is it written on it?" "I haven't written about that. But there are plenty of new ones. They want factories, farms, music halls, asylums, libraries, shops, newspaper offices... It's just child's play; in a word, don't study! "Moustache's eyes stared at everyone behind the glasses, and added, "It's not my fault. Jiang Bingru said that the school doesn't teach students to study." "He came with three hundred and sixty lines, haha!" The young man with a smoky face felt that he said it quite funny, and smiled with a smoky tongue. "Haha! Interesting," echoed the rest irresponsibly. "Jiang Bingru has been to Dongyang, and I know that the school in Dongyang is not like this. Where did he learn this new trick?" The middle-aged man said in a thoughtful tone. "Where did you learn it? He built it behind closed doors!" Mustache said, shaking the printed matter in his hand on the table.