Wen Miao continued to lower his head and murmured to himself: "Who is stewing meat? It smells so fragrant. Is it a stewed white goose? I'm so hungry..."

Guru, the big goose is indeed heartwarming and hungry.

Especially in the iron pot...

There were still a few older students in the yard, probably from the third and fourth grades, and they were reluctant to leave after school, just like little chickens chatting around He Yin.

He Yin is the old hen with cubs surrounded by chickens.

He Yin has been a student for so many years, and now he has finally become a teacher. Even after school, he is very happy to teach and answer questions: "Is the Analects of Confucius"? Which sentence in the Analects of Confucius?"

The little chicks kept chirping: "It's the sentence you said to us on the river during class, teacher."

"On the river?" The old hen He Yin thought about it for a moment, then said "ah" and said, "I remembered, 'Zi said on the river, the dead are like this, and I will never let go of day and night' - is that?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. I'll recite it to my mother when I go back and tell her that this is what I've learned today."

"Wow, teacher, you are really very educated."

“You are the most educated person we have ever met.”

The little chicks were not stingy with their praise, which made He Da's old hen feel fluttering.

The old hen He was very happy and asked in vain: "Really? How do you know that the teacher is educated?"

"Because we can't understand what you said." The little chicks said honestly.

“…”

The smile on He Yin's face stopped abruptly.

It turns out that in the world of children, saying something that makes people unable to understand is just a culture...

The little girl who had just heard Wen Miao recite the poem ran over at some point. She reached out and grabbed the corner of Xie Yan's shirt and clothes, raised her head and called him in a slight voice: "Brother."

Xie Yan's eyes fell down and he looked down at her: "Hmm?"

Perhaps because I was afraid that the few young teachers would feel unbalanced, the little girl comforted the others in the yard very "sensible": "My brother is also a cultural person."

Shen Jiayu, who was standing next to him, chuckled softly, turned his head with a little interest and looked over: "How can I tell that this brother is a cultural person?"

The little girl said seriously: "Because my brother can recite "Ying Ducks"."

Shen Jiayu: ""Ode to the Duck"?"

Is there this poem?

The little girl: "Well, there is also "Ode to Dogs."

Shen Jiayu: "?"

The little girl pulled the horn on her head, and pointed at Wen Miao with her chubby little short hand: "That sister is also a cultural person. She can recite "Ode to the Big Goose" and is a familiar big goose."

Shen Jiayu: "..."

Although I don’t know what Xie Yan’s “Ode to the Duck” and “Ode to the Dog” are like, based on his understanding of Wen Miao, this “Ode to the Big Goose” is really not right.

Wen Miao jumped off the steps, squatted down in front of the little girl, raised his hand and pinched her round little face: "Actually, this brother is also a cultural person."

The little girl blinked: "Will this brother also "Ode to the Big Goose"?"

Wen Miao thought for a while and said, "Although he can stew big goose."

Shen Jiayu: "?"

Shen Jiayu: "..."

Wen Miao relaxed his hand, tilted his head to look at Shen Jiayu, and signaled: "Come on, show the children your cultural heritage as a cultural person."

Shen Jiayu gently picked the end of his eyes, and for a moment, he spoke gently and said: "I am in the middle of the river, please help me."

Wen Miao looked at Lin Er again.

The meaning to be expressed is very clear:

It's your turn.

Lin Er thought for a while and said, "I said at the bottom of the river, and I said gulp."

Next, the baton passed to Xie Yan again.

Xie Yan said calmly: "I'm at the bottom of the river and said, don't save me, it's too late."

OK, the relay was completed smoothly.

Wen Miao touched the little girl's raised braid with great satisfaction and made a final summary: "Look, a cultural person in the yard."

The only one who memorized the correct answer: "..."

Is it really okay to teach children like this?

As it was nearly six o'clock, the students on duty finished cleaning and left school one after another with their schoolbags on their backs, and the campus gradually became quieter.

Teacher Sun's pot of sweet potato porridge began to bubble.

The fragrance wafted around the yard along the wind, making the people in the yard look a little green.

Even if it is a thing that tastes delicious, it is hard to bear to eat it every day and every meal.

Lin Er moved a small stool and found a place to get on the air, intending to avoid the fragrant sweet potato smell all over the yard.

As soon as I sat down, the phone in my pocket shook twice.

Liner took out his cell phone and looked down.

It was a message sent by the counselor in the class group, reminding students participating in teaching activities not to forget to take photos. When they go back to school, these photos will be put into the file bag.

Today's business, after today, Lin Er never likes to drag things on, so he plans to take advantage of the gap before dinner to take the photos first.

When I went to find Xie Yan, I met Wen Miao, who was squatting on the steps in front of the teaching building, staring at the big white goose with both hands.

The big white goose was so scared that she was staring at her, afraid that she would be pulled out and thrown into the big iron pot, so she quickly flapped her wings and ran away quickly.

Lin Er walked over and asked casually: "Master, have you taken your photo?"

Wen Miao reluctantly turned his gaze away from the big white goose, raised his head, and asked in a daze: "What photo?"

"It's just a photo of teaching." Lin Er took out his cell phone and shook it at her twice. The screen of the phone was exactly the news from the class group, "What the counselor said just now in the class group."

"Hey, I didn't look at my phone." Wen Miao stood up from the ground with his knees, "I didn't take my phone, it's in the room."

Her cell phone ran out of power and was charged in the office upstairs.

Too lazy to go upstairs to get your phone, Wen Miao asked Lin Er again: "How do you take photos?"

"It's a casual shot, both for singles and groups, as long as the background picture is a school that teaches," Liner said. "The counselor said that the photo was to be put in the file bag."

"That's easy." Wen Miao immediately felt excited, "It's too troublesome for a single person. We'll finish taking a photo together."

"I think that's the same way."

Lin Er said as he looked around the yard and saw Xie Yan and Shen Jiayu feeding chickens with bowls of corn stalks, but did not see the real cultural person, Mr. He Yin.

"Where is the hippo?" Lin Er withdrew his gaze and asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!