I traveled through time, this is unscientific

The first to take action is always our village bully Zhao Xiaoer.

The boy began to sneak a peek at how others wrote. He scratched his head with the broken pen and suddenly remembered that everyone's name seemed to be different.

So the little guy prepared to quietly turn the wooden board over to see what Zhou Xiaozhou had just written for him.

Unfortunately, he was greedy and chose an extra-large wooden board, which was too heavy for his small body, and when he flipped it, there was a loud snap.

Zhou Xiaozhou couldn't pretend he didn't see it, because as a village tyrant he had his own aura that attracted the attention of everyone in the school.

Zhou Xiaozhou was convinced that cheating went to such an extent.

Zhao Danniu is watching right next to Zhao Xiaoer!

Yesterday, Zhao Xiaoer begged her to come and study with him, and made a lot of promises, such as studying hard and not making trouble in class.

In fact, even if Zhao Xiaoer didn't ask, she would have to come and take a look.

See if this kid is studying hard and is worthy of the two kilograms of bacon he gave away.

If you slack off, she won't give you face and will take action.

Seeing her brother doing something stupid, she calmly helped him pick up the board, turned it over and put it back in place, ignoring the curious or mocking looks from other classmates.

It can be seen that when it comes to cleaning up their younger brothers' butts, the girls in Lai'an Village are all good at it.

Whether it is Wu Sanmei, Zhao Danniu, or even He Dani, they are all familiar with the job.

Zhou Xiaozhou was impressed and pretended to be blind.

Zhao Xiaoer's actions awakened Zhou Xiaozhou's thoughts. She adjusted her attitude, began to perform her duties, and checked the students' quiz results.

The result is not very good.

You won’t know unless you test it, and you’ll be shocked once you do.

My goodness, what kind of nonsense are those kids writing?

That’s not what Zhou Xiaozhou wrote just now, that’s not what she taught!

Zhou Xiaozhou felt that he was a failure and couldn't teach students.

Then I turned around and comforted myself, saying that writing my name was too difficult.

The road must be walked step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time.

Yesterday's accidental success gave Zhou Xiaozhou the illusion that the children here had good qualifications. However, she did not expect that today she would fall flat on her face and see the reality all at once.

She decided to give up the difficult teaching goal of having students learn to write their own names and instead changed it to a simpler project - learning strokes.

“Well, well,” Zhou Xiaozhou cleared his throat, “Everyone has seen it, we still have a lot of room for improvement! Next we have to work hard together, okay?”

The students who checked the names they had written found that the names they wrote this time were somewhat (very) different from the names they had copied before, and they were all a little discouraged.

I thought I was a genius, but I was actually a fool! I couldn't even remember such a few simple words.

The students who were originally a little discouraged raised their heads and looked at her with hope in their eyes after hearing Zhou Xiaozhou's speech.

"Then let's try another approach and start with the simplest one."

Zhou Xiaozhou took out a larger piece of broken wood and started writing on it.

Soon, she showed the written board to the students.

Zhou Xiaozhou pointed to the simple "blackboard" and asked the students to read after him: "Today we are going to learn the basis of writing - strokes. Strokes are components, and they are combined together to form radicals or components. These radicals and components form Chinese characters."

"Please look, the strokes are very simple, with only one stroke. Some are straight, like 'horizontal, vertical, left-falling, and right-falling'; some have tails, like vertical hooks, horizontal hooks, and oblique hooks; some have twists and turns, like 'horizontal fold, horizontal fold, and hook'." Zhou Xiaozhou pointed to the corresponding strokes every time she explained them, and asked the students to recognize them. This time she explained them in more detail, trying not to embarrass herself later.

Xiao Bao was puzzled: "Sister Zhou, isn't that the horizontal line the character '一'?"

Zhou Xiaozhou smiled and explained: "This horizontal stroke looks like the character '一', but it can be changed a lot. If it's longer, it's a long horizontal stroke, and if it's shorter, it's a short horizontal stroke. Let's take a look at the character '二' that we learned yesterday. It's actually made up of two horizontal strokes."

"Is it a long horizontal line or a short horizontal line?" Zhao Xiaoer was very proud. He seemed to have mastered some kind of rule. He was about to become a top student.

Zhou Xiaozhou was very surprised, but after the surprise she felt relieved. Zhang Ying had told her that the more naughty a child is, the smarter he is.

"Yes, Xiao Er is right. Think back to the word 'three' that we learned yesterday. It is actually the sum of three horizontal strokes. The 'ten' in 'ten, hundred, and thousand' is a horizontal and a vertical stroke crossed together. The word 'thousand' is a horizontal and a vertical stroke plus a stroke." Zhou Xiaozhou talked about it, thanking her roommate Zhang Ying for talking to her all night about 'classroom teaching' before she came. She is now a perfect example of a good teacher in the new era.

"So, strokes are the foundation of learning to write," Zhou Xiaozhou concluded. "Now let's start learning the basic strokes. Repeat 'horizontal' with me..."

Zhou Xiaozhou's teaching went very smoothly. The children were determined to study hard this time. Didn't they see that even the most mischievous Zhao Xiaoer was praised? How could they be no match for that troublemaker?

Time passed quickly, and suddenly the sun rose to the middle of the sky, shining brightly.

If he were at school or at home in the past, Zhou Xiaozhou would have just gotten up at this time.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaozhou sighed that she also had such a time to get up early and go to bed late. The world is really going downhill! The more she lives, the worse it gets.

After a class, Zhou Xiaozhou let the children go out to play for a while. The children seemed to be accustomed to this arrangement of attending class for a while and then playing for a while.

Zhao Xiaoer still gathered a group of younger brothers to play with Heibaoer. The poor little dog was enjoying it.

Zhou Xiaozhou wanted to take advantage of this time to continue gossiping with Wu Sanmei and Zhao Danniu, but unfortunately the two young ladies were very self-disciplined and were writing and drawing on their brother's wooden board.

Zhao Danniu also asked Zhou Xiaozhou how to write the word "niu" in her name, which made the third sister also ask how to write the word "mei".

It seems that the sisters who accompany their younger brothers to study are more hardworking than their younger brothers.

Bored, Teacher Zhou stood at the intersection of the village and looked into the distance. In the gourd-shaped flat plain below, villagers were coming and going, constantly carrying water from the creek and the big pit to irrigate the fields.

Zhou Xiaozhou could see that someone was digging in another big pit.

Perhaps soon the village will have enough water to irrigate the crops.

Among those hardworking figures, there were two or three that were particularly eye-catching. They were little girls. Zhou Xiaozhou knew them because just now these girls were learning to write their own names in her school, and now they were working in the fields.

Inexplicably, Zhou Xiaozhou's eyes became moist. An indescribable emotion filled her heart, and she could do nothing.

She had no choice but to turn her eyes away and look at the mountains farther away.

That is the other side of the gourd waist. I heard that it is a huge cliff, a place where even birds are unwilling to fly.

What was that? Zhou Xiaozhou was shocked. Was it a mirage?