Chapter 1054 [1053] Female Hero of the Republic of China 27 (5000+)

What is certain is that the fertility rate in Japan has almost zero growth, so why should it be used almost?

Because after realizing that no matter men or women in their country, they were likely to be unable to give birth to children, they were completely panicked. In the eight years, from four to five years to five years, there were not even five hundred children born there.

No one knows better what this means than them. Everyone subconsciously believes that it is caused by nuclear radiation. After all, there are too many people who have sequelae.

When their government tried every means to import foreign bloodlines, it was found that it still did not work. The only effective was a small number of people, and these people were not enough to bear the burden of reproduction in the entire country. Some experts even predicted that within thirty years, the Japanese would be annexed by other countries and there would be no Japanese pirates in the world.

An Yi spat lightly and gave them a word. The law of heaven is clear and retribution is unhappy!

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That night, An Yi slept very comfortably. The next morning she cooked milk. The girl drank 180 ml and drank a bowl of tea eggs she had cooked. She took out two of the tea eggs she had cooked before and gave her daughter an egg yolk. She finished the rest by herself. After that, she prepared enough food and water for their nuts, and then carried the child to work.

She is used to getting up early, and when she goes out, it is 6:30, at 7:00 and before class at 8:00, she takes out the lesson plan she had sorted out last night and consolidates it.

In this era, teachers had a set of teaching materials, but the children had nothing, and there were only a few people who could afford stationery. Most of these people were not the heads of the house, but were children of the secretary or accountants. Asking about the reasons, they could only understand and not express them.

Because everyone else is on the same starting line, and there are countless poor peasant families. Without doing business, everyone's conditions are not much different, so naturally they can't afford the so-called books and articles.

Unless someone's ancestors have craftsmanship and are not in the busy farming season, go out to work idle work, hey, this can make some extra money, but it's just some, you can't hold on to death and you can't starve.

In school, you use sand trays directly. Everyone has sand trays on their desks. These sand trays are in grades one, two and three. When they reach grades four or five, they can use paper to do their homework. Because those who can reach grade four or five mean that they still have some foundation at home, so they can naturally afford these stationery.

Now, their first, second and third grade students practice fonts and other things are all carried out in the sand table. The conditions are so difficult that it makes people sigh.

In fact, after teaching Qiuxia and the others, she realized that she had made a very serious mistake.

It was not until the Chinese Pinyin reform in 55 to 57 that it was studied and formulated.

She didn't pay attention to this at all, because she didn't find the pinyin in the dictionary, so she realized how outrageous the mistake was.

Fortunately, Qiuxia and the others were in junior high school, not elementary school, otherwise they would not be able to explain it. Now they can only pray that they will not pay attention to these details.

The difference between the first, second and third grades in the 1950s is the difficulty of the font and text. Because there is no book, the teacher's blackboard will be very important. A blackboard is divided into three grades, among which the first grade accounts for the smallest area and the third grade is the most, because the third grade has to copy the entire text.

In order to take care of her, the male teacher was all math in the first and second classes. Because it was three grades at the same time, he needed two classes in a row. In the middle, one of the big classes was half an hour, and ten o'clock was her class. Each class was forty minutes, and each class was resting for ten minutes, and the school was over at around 11:30.

At this time, those who don’t bring food can go home to eat, while those who bring food can eat at school.

Zhang Li also had the last two classes, so in order to prepare lessons with peace of mind, the two wanted to send their children to childcare classes.

Before sending it over, An Yi fed her first. For privacy, she pulled a curtain in the middle, surrounded herself, and prepared a set for Zhang Li. She didn't have any extra words, and it didn't matter what she thought about it.

With the privacy curtain, she became bolder and thought about feeding her children rice porridge, noodles, egg custard, lean meat porridge, etc. is much more convenient.

As long as she wants to feed her, she can feed her children. Of course, the prerequisite is food with a small taste, otherwise how can I explain it if someone smells the meat?

Double-skin milk, rice paste, and rice porridge are her choices, and she also feeds milk. She drinks it once in the morning, feeds complementary foods during the break, and then drinks milk until noon. If she is hungry in the middle, in addition to drinking water, she will also feed some complementary foods to the teacher.

As soon as class started here, she sent her to the teacher. She was sure to cry, just like a kindergarten child, just get used to it slowly.

There are cooking for children at the school. Children who eat milk usually come to feed them once every two hours. If you can eat, you will feed them some rice paste, because you pay three yuan a month for food and childcare fees. It is two yuan per semester for elementary school. Most of them choose to bring their own food, and a small number of them don’t bring them, so you need to pay four yuan. Children are three yuan, and they don’t need to bring them. They all eat at school. The money mentioned here is converted to two sets of RMB. If you follow one set, you will add at least three zeros to the next.

After the child was sent to the hospital, Zhang Li and An Yi worked on their own desks and prepared the class materials.

In this era, there were actually very few office supplies assigned to teachers, such as triangle boards, chalk, books, ink, quill pens, and manuscript papers, all prepared by the school, but they were distributed once in a semester, and you had to think of a way to do it yourself after using it.

So she saw that Zhang Li was very frugal. She taught herself for a long time and then made it clear that she would get the lesson plan. These lesson plans are equivalent to daily homework, and she had to hand it in again!

Naturally, An Yi cannot be different from other teachers, so she is confident that she will make the lesson plan neatly, and it looks clean and neat.

"Teacher An, your handwriting is so good, right? How did you practice it? I also want to learn from you. Compared with you, my handwriting is simply impossible to read."

"That's when you didn't see me practicing calligraphy when I was a child. If you don't write well, adults will whip me with a whip. It's so pitiful that you'll be. It's not too late to practice calligraphy, as long as you are willing to practice,"

But practicing calligraphy requires pen and ink and paper. These things are so expensive. After thinking about it, Zhang Li shook her head and gave up.

However, she couldn't help asking: "Mr. An's family's conditions are good, right?"

"I feel that it was a long time ago. At that time, my parents were still there, my home was still there, everything was fine, but now there is nothing..."

Seeing her sad look, Zhang Li couldn't ask any further: "Teacher An, please feel sorry for me, everything will be fine."

When An Yi saw the topic shifting, she breathed a sigh of relief. After that, the two of them were busy with their own work and no one said anything. During the break, An Yi brought her daughter back, secretly fed her extra meals, and then sent her back, and then entered the classroom to attend class.

It wasn't felt like this before class. When her mouth kept talking, she felt the importance of drinking water. Fortunately, she prepared a teapot in advance. She bought this enamel teapot by herself. The white background is blue. The edge of the cup is painted with red five-pointed stars and a few red characters for serving the people.

Generally, such enamel products, such as cups, bowls, and basins, were given as rewards to advanced individuals in the 1950s and 1960s. This traditional habit even lasted until the late 1970s and 1980s and 1990s, and gradually bought them after the reform and opening up. At that time, they were all necessities for marriage!

She remembers that a common plot in the movie is that the teacher takes a sip of tea and spits out a sip of tea. The scene is so real.

There are also tea leaves in her tea cup, and she stir-fried the tea leaves herself with the spiritual herbs in space. The taste is the best thing in this era and can't even be bought with money. She gave it to others, and the effect was surprisingly good.

After drinking it from the head of the Tun and the secretary, they never forgot it again. They asked where they bought it several times. She said that it was given by her friend. If she wanted to drink it, she would give it to her again.

As for when to give it, it is naturally necessary for them to do things. For no reason, who would like to take out the good things to share!

The tea eggs made with this kind of tea leaves taste delicious and you will never forget them once.

After school, Zhang Li took the child home. Their family couldn't afford the food. After all, she had just started working, so how could she get a salary?

Originally, An Yi planned to go back, but when she saw Zhang Li go back, she didn't want to go back, but didn't go to the cafeteria. Instead, she took out the food in the space and put it in the space after eating. She didn't even bother to wash it, and it was not too late to wash it after she got home.

The sour beans she ate at noon, and her daughter was cooked with pork ribs, shredded carrots, shredded potatoes, and a little rice. These were boiled in water and didn't even taste salty, but she ate very sweetly. She put her on the root of the folding table she made, grabbed her and ate it. She was quite capable of using it.

She was not afraid that she would lose food. She would sort out everything that fell down and would not be too wasteful when she went back to clean up the nuts.

After eating, wash a few strawberries or cherry tomatoes to facilitate the fruit she bites. She sighed while watching her eat.

"It's not enough for you to change three pieces of clothes to you this day. Look at you, you're just a little beggar, too dirty."

If you want to say who the children wear the best clothes in the nursery, it is definitely not her child. Her children mainly focus on whether they wear it comfortably. They wear a hoodie outside, which is made of old clothes, so no matter whether it looks good or not, it must be clean at least.

Now in May, it's not very hot. Usually, I wear thin inside and I have to wear one piece on the outside. She wears a coat on the outside, and she doesn't wear open-crotch pants underneath. The little girl wears open-crotch pants too dirty. If she doesn't have class, she will urinate herself. If there is a class, she will pass after class and try not to bother the teacher as much as possible.

The teacher remembered this incident when she saw her running hard, so she didn't urinate this morning and her performance was pretty good.

In the afternoon, it is time to teach children to play. The main class in the morning has been finished. In the afternoon, I sing a song, draw a painting, or something, and it’s over.

There are only two classes in total, one is outdoor sports, and the math teacher is teaching her singing, dancing and painting. Together with three grades, it is easier than the morning class.

After lunch, the mother and daughter had a meal, they played on the kang for a while, and then they became drowsy and overslept. She hugged the child and went to the space to sleep, which would not cause time to be uncontrollable.

She woke up after not finding a little bit. When she had nothing to do, she carried the child out of the space and took the book to read it.

At about half past, Teacher Zhang Li came with her children. An Ran woke up at the call of her brother and simply hung up the curtain. The two of them watched the children crawl on the kang and play. The children outside also came one after another, and the campus was very lively.

The two of them communicated with each other about their morning lectures, opened the lesson plan to look at each other, and then pointed out their shortcomings.

In fact, it was mostly An Yi who was talking, Zhang Li listening, after all, An Yi had been a professor, and Zhang Li saw that she was very good everywhere and couldn't even get into the conversation.

But she found that the more she communicated with An Yi, the more she benefited, and she began to want to communicate with her more and more.

In the first class, the two of them didn’t have to go, so they just stayed in the dormitory to tease their children. This is allowed by the school. Who made their children young?

"We will get off work after the second class. Oh, this tense day is easier than I thought. Will you leave after school?"

An Yi shook her head: "I will keep the children who are fine at home practicing what they have learned today in school. I have to look at it a little, so that they won't forget it if they go home in the evening. As long as they pass, they can leave. Let's go one by one."

"Ah? Then you are quite strict. The children are willing to stay. It is not easy for them to go home. They have to help their family work."

An Yi naturally knew this, "It doesn't matter. I won't delay their work. I just study a little every day and I can pass it in half an hour."

It was An Yi's turn to go to class. After they sent their children to the nursery, they entered each other's classrooms. At this time, the male teacher could get off work early. This is also stipulated by the school. After all, as a man at home, he must still work. It is appropriate to leave two female teachers in the afternoon to finish it.

In the last section, the children were sweating profusely. In this class, they sat down to rest, listened to her singing, taught them to draw some simple sketches, and told them some Grimm's fairy tales. These children grew up so old that they had never heard of this story. They not only listened seriously, but also had many strange questions waiting to be asked.

I thought I could leave after school, but at the command, the children had to stay and do their homework. There were only twenty people in the first, second and third grades of this class.

The first graders learn simple words like heaven, earth and man. The second graders are ancient poems and the third graders are texts. They are required to recite and dictate. Whoever completes them will leave. A sand table is placed in front of her. Whoever is ready will go up to write for her. If she writes correctly, she can leave.

The children probably had never seen a strict teacher like her. They were very nervous at first, but later they found that it was not that difficult after entering the state.

However, it was still more than ten minutes slower than she expected. Normally, they finished school at 3:30, extended the time for almost one class, and cleaned it up. When they all left school, it was already 4:30, and she felt that the time was just right.

One day, Zhang Zhaodi didn't show up and didn't see her on the way to school. Just when An Yi thought that this woman might have given up, who would have thought that she would have seen her house catch fire as soon as she returned to the village.

"Fuck!" With a low curse, An Yi accelerated her pace and rushed forward. After finally running to the door of her house, she saw their Nut holding a woman with disheveled hair tightly. After a closer look, who would it be if it was Zhang Zhaodi?

She didn't have time to care about this woman, and with the shouts of the villagers, she hurried home and found that the place where she threw the torch was the stove built outside of their house.

When I saw the gate, everyone was carrying the water I had already brought over and pouring it on the kitchen. Even if the rescue was done in time, the kitchen still collapsed, and even the walls on the south side were so tired that they were black. An Yi looked at the woman coldly: "I want to sue her for arson, and I will send someone to the police. I will never let it go. It's so hateful."

Zhang Zhaodi seemed to be beaten stupid, and she looked at her laughing and said something inconspicuously.

"I told you not to accept my children, I asked you to ask me for something, haha, now, your house is in your house? Hahaha, are you in it?"

"This person is from the next door. I sent him there and asked them for compensation of ten yuan, which would not be enough if they were missing a word."

The arson act was really abominable and could not bear it, but at this time a woman who knew her situation said something.

"Teacher An, you don't accept her son. I heard that she was beaten very badly by his man. Look at her crazy appearance, wouldn't she be beaten stupid, right?"

An Yi didn't care about this, "It was her husband who beat the man, and he had no relationship with me. The governor of the village, and I have to ask you to accompany me to Dengjia Village. If her family doesn't compensate her, she will just send the man to the police station in the town."

"Xiao An, do you have to do this?"

Perhaps it was this woman's crazy appearance that aroused everyone's sympathy, and An Yi found it ridiculous.

"What about me? What's wrong with me? I was scolded first and harassed later. It was just right not to disturb each other, but she actually set fire? I forgave her, who will compensate me for my losses? Is it a big guy or a village?"

"Why should I pay for it?"
To be continued...