Like a child who had done something wrong, Principal Wu held the stylus and smiled at Lin Nianhe: "I'm not...cough cough, it's nothing, I don't have a fever, I just coughed twice, it's just a cold."
She carefully put the stylus away and continued: "I don't want to finish engraving the wax paper as soon as possible and teach the students more...ahem..."
Lin Nianhe looked at her with helpless eyes.
That night, Principal Wu and Lin Nianhe "conspired" to do something big.
If the teaching materials are not good, then they will abandon the teaching materials and teach the students real content knowledge by referring to the teaching materials from ten years ago.
This was undoubtedly very risky. Lin Nianhe would not have dared to do such a thing if he had not known that the night was coming to an end.
Of course, their daring to do this is inseparable from Wang Xiao and Feng Yuanshan's attitude towards education.
Needless to say, Feng Yuanshan, Wang Xiao...
The mimeograph machine was borrowed from him, and he approved the wax paper and printing paper.
Is he the leader? No, an accomplice!
Lin Nianhe was confident that as long as she could revitalize the textile factory and boost Lan County's economy, he would dare to slap her when she went to Wang Xiao's house to print Bibles.
From the moment Lin Nianhe moved the mimeograph machine out of the commune yesterday, Wang Xiaoyao was inexplicably dragged onto the pirate ship.
Lin Nianhe refilled Principal Wu's teapot with some hot water, then grabbed the stylus and wax paper, and even took away the iron plate on the table.
She flicked her braid and said, "Don't go near the mimeograph machine if you have a cough. The ink smells strong and it's too uncomfortable to choke. There are so many of us, how can we not handle this well?"
"Nianhe..."
"You have to be at the helm," Lin Nianhe looked at her and smiled, "The days are long and you can't fall down."
Principal Wu wanted to struggle again, but he knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat Lin Nianhe, so he lay down as if resigned to his fate and waved to her: "Go ahead and I'll take a nap."
"Okay," Lin Nianhe said, "Sister Lirong brought you that cold medicine. It's medicine prescribed by the provincial capital. Remember to take it."
"knew."
After Lin Nianhe left, Principal Wu lay down for a while, then sat up and picked up the paper bag.
The dosage is written above, one tablet at a time, three times a day.
She didn't hesitate, took two pills and swallowed them.
She needs to get better soon.
Lin Nianhe returned to the first-grade office with his things. This period was a physical education class. The students were led by Wen Lan to run on the playground. The classroom was very quiet.
She frowned slightly and looked at the wax paper and stylus, her face full of sadness.
The operation of the mimeograph machine is completely manual. You must first use a stylus to engrave the printing content on the wax paper, and then use ink to print one by one.
This job sounds simple, but it is too difficult to do. When engraving wax paper, you must not make a single mistake. A slight omission will scratch the wax paper, leaving ink dots when printing. You are also very particular when printing. The ink cannot be more or less, and the force cannot be too strong or too small. , not to mention the effort, it is still a technical job.
Lin Nianhe really doesn't know how to do this job. Not only could she not do it, she had never even seen a mimeograph machine before yesterday.
After struggling for a moment, she bit the bullet and picked up the cold stylus.
The first stroke was lighter and the wax paper was not broken.
The second time I wrote the first stroke, it was lighter again, leaving only a white mark on the wax paper.
The third time I wrote the first scratch - beautiful, scratched, a triangular opening.
Instead of throwing away the piece of wax paper, she continued practicing.
The first stroke again was heavy;
Come again, lighter...
continue……
ten minutes later--
"Let me chop the corns!"
Twenty minutes later——
"The truth is always responsive to things, the true nature is always obtained; the true response is always calm, and the true peace is always..."
Thirty minutes later——
"..."
Forty minutes later——
"This pen kills me."
"This paper can defeat me."
"It seems like this mimeograph machine should never have been invented."
The first-grade students looked at Teacher Lin who was talking about them, and unanimously agreed to let Niuwa take care of her.
As the hope of the whole class, Niu Wa took out a piece of fruit candy specially reserved for Lin Nianhe from her small schoolbag and walked to her side: "Teacher Hehe, eat the candy."
Lin Nianhe rubbed his sore neck, raised his head and smiled at him reluctantly: "I won't eat it, you can keep it for yourself."
Niu Wa blinked her eyes and looked at the paper in her hand, and then... the little guy also fell silent.
This piece of wax paper has indeed gone through hardships that it shouldn't have to endure. On a piece of paper, you can count the complete words on one hand, and there are so many holes that they are like sesame seeds on a sesame sesame cake.
Niu Wa didn't know what Lin Nianhe was doing, but his intuition told him that Sister Hehe must be in big trouble.
He advised: "Teacher Hehe, please rest for a while before doing it. Didn't you say that when you can't do one thing well, just do something else? It's easier to be inspired when you change your mood."
Lin Nianhe sighed lightly and put down the heated stylus.
She really couldn't go on - the next period was her class.
The matter of engraving wax paper always lingered in Lin Nianhe's mind. There was nothing she could do about it. Principal Wu was not in good health. She would never dare to leave this laborious task to Principal Wu.
After school, she returned to the educated youth center with a stack of wax paper and cardboard stylus.
Wang Shumei looked at what she was holding and couldn't help but said "Hey" and asked, "I just remembered, what are you doing with a mimeograph machine?"
Lin Nianhe felt a little wilted and replied lazily: "Just print something."
"Printing papers?" Wang Xue answered, "There's no need to bring the mimeograph machine back."
Primary schools and some middle and high schools in the commune do not have mimeograph machines. If you want to print anything, you have to go to the commune to borrow one. Their village primary school is the first in the commune to have a mimeograph machine.
Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and said, "Let's go back to the meeting!"
You can hide the change of teaching materials from others, but you cannot hide it from the teacher.
Wang Shumei donated her room and called Wang Dong and Zhou Chujiang over.
Lin Nianhe stood in the room and took two steps back and forth before saying: "The students in our village are not in good condition at home, and every household has to tighten their belts to send them to school. I think we, as teachers, have an obligation." Teach them more knowledge, so I suggested to Principal Wu to adjust the teaching content by referring to the teaching materials from ten years ago."
After everyone heard this, their eyes widened.
Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and said, "This matter is my idea and has nothing to do with Principal Wu. If anything happens, I will bear it alone."
No one else said anything. Zhou Chujiang stood up. He stared at Lin Nianhe: "Teacher Lin, do you know that if this happens... you will be in big trouble!"
Lin Nianhe's expression remained unchanged: "I know, so if you have any opinions or concerns, the teaching materials you use can remain unchanged, I can understand."
Others still didn't speak, but Zhou Chujiang made a move that shocked everyone.
He patted his chest and grinned confidently: "I'm not afraid. I have long thought that the current textbooks are a bunch of nonsense! How can we cultivate writers and poets of the new era by teaching students with such texts? I am Just go back and write a new lesson plan!”
He rubbed his hands and was about to rush out.
Lin Nianhe was shocked.
Ever since Zhou Chujiang was rejected by her one after another, he seemed to have become transparent. He ate and slept after class every day, and no longer even recited poems.
She never expected that the first person to stand up to support this "educational reform" would be him.
