Lin Nianhe stood in front of the blackboard and unconsciously began to think about whether Northeastern dialect was considered Mandarin.
She thought about it again and again, and finally determined only one thing -
It’s true that teachers can’t be made casually. First of all, you must have a strong heart, otherwise you will not be able to face students' questions calmly. Secondly, you must have the ability to control the situation, otherwise the classroom will become a vegetable market.
Teacher Xiao Lin looked at the aunts who were talking about each other, and with a sullen expression on his face, his anger dropped... and he knocked on the blackboard.
The blackboard was made of a wooden board. Perhaps because it would be moved to the classroom in the future, they only used a stool to prop it up against the wall without fixing it with nails.
The blackboard was suddenly knocked, and it was startled. It almost turned over and slapped Lin Nianhe on the head.
"Hey! Slow down, slow down, don't hit you!"
The sound of knocking on the blackboard was not loud, but Aunt Li's startled breathing attracted everyone's attention.
Lin Nianhe twitched the corners of his mouth and cast a grateful look at Aunt Li.
While the aunts were looking at her, she quickly said: "It's normal for everyone to think that they speak Mandarin, because Mandarin is based on the pronunciation of the capital city and the northern Mandarin as the basic dialect. It is somewhat similar to everyone's accent."
This explanation was quite clear, and the aunts understood it, but then it aroused another question——
Then do they still need to learn Mandarin?
Lin Nianhe would not give them any room to continue discussing this issue. She said directly: "However, there are still differences in accent and wording between Northeastern dialect and Mandarin. The reason why I told my aunts today is because in our After my primary school class starts, Chinese language teaching will be taught in Mandarin, and I will ask my aunts to cooperate."
In the past, aunts didn’t know the importance of Mandarin, or in other words, they didn’t even know what Mandarin was.
But now, the aunts are no longer the aunts before, they are the aunts who have experienced being isolated by Wen Lan.
"Oh...that's the truth, you have to learn it hard."
"Otherwise, you won't know what others are talking about when you go out."
"Huh? Those little brats, where can they go?"
The aunts have a new problem, which is also the most realistic problem.
They couldn't figure it out. What's the point of letting their children learn Mandarin?
Anyway, they will stay in this black land from now on, farming, getting married, having babies... So what if they can speak Mandarin?
Lin Nianhe would not think that they were ignorant. The situation was like this, and their ancestors had been like this. They had all come this way. It was unrealistic for them to imagine a future they had never touched.
She smiled slightly and used the things that mattered most to her aunts to draw pictures for them:
"That's not what you said. Our brigade is now a culturally advanced brigade. We have said that comrades from other brigade will come to study with us for a while. Then in the future, if we need children from our brigade to go to other brigade to share their knowledge and experience What if some of them can go to the Workers’, Peasants’ and Soldiers’ University?”
"This is an opportunity to go out."
The eyes of the aunts are getting brighter and brighter.
No one would think that their children are worse than others. They unconsciously begin to fantasize about their little brat representing the brigade to give a speech elsewhere, just like the brigade captain holding a conference... and then being raped by the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University. The leader wants to go to school...and then stay in the city to work as a worker...
Lin Nianhe spent 18 minutes to initially stimulate the imagination potential of the female comrades in the Shili Brigade.
She left more than ten seconds for the aunts to imagine, and then said: "How about I teach you how to write the children's names today?"
Because those who have attended elementary school do not need to be literate, the youngest person present is also a married daughter-in-law in her twenties - thanks to Wang Hong, all the unmarried girls were kicked into elementary school by her.
These mothers may have come here just because they were afraid that they were illiterate and would discredit the brigade, but now that they heard that they wanted to learn how to write their children's names, their enthusiasm for learning suddenly increased.
"Aunts, don't argue. Let's learn from the age of the children."
"But the children's names are all new characters, and everyone must be able to write them."
Lin Nianhe began to write on the blackboard. The repetition rate of names was very high these days, so it was easy to teach.
What Lin Nianhe himself didn't expect was that because the names of these dolls were sorted from smallest to largest, it would make it easier for the aunts to remember the pronunciation and glyphs of new words... After all, they were all in the same team. Whose baby was named what they were familiar with? Very.
This was quite an unexpected surprise.
In two hours, Lin Nianhe wrote down the names of thirty-six children under the age of ten in the village.
Thirty-six……
Think again about the one hundred and eight next door...
Teacher Xiaolin's mood is very complicated.
Is this a coincidence?
should be.
Principal Wu came here after her class. She had been worried that Lin Nianhe had no experience and didn't know how to teach, and that others wouldn't understand her.
She quietly went to the door and listened carefully.
"get out of class is about to end. Let's learn the last name...Li Hehua. We have just learned two of these three words. Which aunt remembers them?"
"I remember! Li Zi's surname is the same as Li Dabao's."
"Hua also knows, Zhao Huahua's flowers, Xiaohua Xiaocao's flowers."
"Yes, so there is only one new character in the name of the lotus. The first word is grass, and at the bottom is the word he. This 'he' we just learned, the 'he' of he patriotism."
"It's true..."
"But Lin Zhiqing, what does a lotus look like? I've never seen it."
"Sister-in-law of the Li family, have you seen lotus flowers?"
"Ah? I haven't seen it before... This is the name given to lotus milk." Aunt Li was a little at a loss.
Lin Nianhe said at the right time: "It's getting late today, so let's finish class first. Aunts, go back and memorize the new words today. Let's take dictation before class tomorrow."
After a pause, she added: "I have a painting of lotus flowers. I will bring it to everyone to see tomorrow. Then the painting will be awarded to the aunt who writes all the words correctly."
People always need some encouragement.
As soon as the aunts heard about the rewards, they unconsciously started to compete for honors.
"Don't erase the blackboard, I'll get it right again..."
"Hey, that's right. Girl Lin, please take a look at it for me. Am I remembering this correctly?"
Teacher Xiao Lin’s first class in his life was delayed for half an hour because the students were too enthusiastic.
After the last aunt left, Lin Nianhe rubbed his belly belatedly.
hungry.
Principal Wu came in with a smile, looked at her and said with a smile: "The effect is quite good."
"Hey, something almost went wrong."
Lin Nianhe wiped the chalk dust off his hands and walked back with Principal Wu.
She talked to Principal Wu about the questions raised by her aunts, and also talked about teaching Mandarin to the students.
Principal Wu readily accepted the offer and deeply agreed with her teaching methods.
"Literacy classes have been held many times before, but no one started with the names of the children. Indeed, it is easy to interest mothers... I will give you some suggestions when I go to the commune. By the way, Nian He, you still have Don’t have similar thoughts?”
Lin Nianhe: "I said that I just didn't want to be robbed of my right to speak, so I came up with this method... Do you believe it?"
