The Yuhong class starts after the Lantern Festival.
On the first day of school, in addition to bringing a small bench, each student also brought ten corncobs.
A coal stove was lit in the classroom for heating, and corn cobs were used to light the fire and light the coal.
Liu Bo was tall and sat in the last row. At the same time, because he was the squad leader, he was given the responsibility of lighting the coal stove.
He took the classroom key with him and came to school early every day to light the stove in advance.
The coal stove also boils water for heating, so that students can drink hot water in the winter.
Zhang Yixing is still immersed in writing articles, and the range of publications he chooses has also been consciously expanded, no longer limited to the second or third grade level.
An increase in the number of words in an article also means an increase in manuscript fees.
Of course, not every article can be accepted, and there are many rejections, so Zhang Yixing naturally doesn't take it to heart.
He is now casting a wide net to catch more fish, making money while laying the foundation for future plans.
"Push, squeeze, squeeze, come on! Push, squeeze, squeeze, come on!"
During the break that day, the children in Class 1 were huddled against the wall to cheer up, and then they saw their teacher Zhao Hongxia running into the classroom anxiously.
"Zhang Yixing, come to the principal's office!"
Zhang Yixing quickly put down his pen and took a closer look at the teacher. He found that although she was a little anxious, she had a smile on her face.
What's good?
It's definitely not a letter. Nowadays, letters are received every three to five. The teachers are used to it. Zhao Hongxia will help him get it directly to the classroom.
"Come quickly!" Zhao Hongxia waved.
Zhang and his party came to the door of the classroom.
Zhao Hongxia looked Zhang Yixing up and down, and reached out to help him caress his clothes.
Forehead?
Zhang and his party were even more puzzled.
"Today there is a reporter from the city who is from the county news and wants to give you an interview. When you meet people later, be polite and call teacher hello. If they ask you anything, just answer them. Remember not to talk nonsense, especially Don’t talk about the bad things about the school...and...and..."
Zhao Hongxia led Zhang and his party to the principal's office, giving them machine-gun-like instructions along the way.
Zhang Yixing nodded repeatedly. He was not nervous at all, but it was a bit new to hear that it might be on the county news.
The county TV station now sells medicine in addition to selling medicine every day, and miracle medicines are flying all over the sky.
As for the news, those are the only things that are broadcast every day. Almost all of them are county leaders going here to offer condolences and there to give guidance. Even the activities of local companies can be on the news.
This is really nothing to broadcast! Even I can be on the news!
Zhang and his party sighed inwardly while listening to Zhao Hongxia's chatter.
Just as they were about to reach the principal's office, Teacher Sun Lan suddenly ran over to stop the two of them.
Sun Lan held a transparent plastic package with green and white clothes inside.
Zhang Yi Xing looked familiar, and suddenly remembered, isn't this a school uniform ordered only by grades one, two, and three?
In his previous life, just because of this school uniform, Zhang and his party were forced to stand every day, and were sent home every two days to ask for money for the school uniform.
"Hurry up, hurry up, change your clothes first!"
Sun Lan ran over in a hurry and went to untie Zhang's clothes.
Zhao Hongxia also rushed to help.
After class, there are many students not far away looking here.
Zhang Yixing rolled his eyes, I am a kid from Yuhong class!
The brand-new school uniform was worn on the body. Although it was a bit big, it held up just right because of the cotton jacket and cotton trousers underneath.
Just like a fat rice dumpling!
Zhang and his party secretly complained and stood at the door of the principal's office.
Zhao Hongxia knocked on the door and went in, followed by Zhang and his party.
In the principal's room, besides Zhao Junyi, there was also a man and a woman sitting on the sofa.
The woman is in her thirties and has an average appearance. However, she is dressed in quite fashionable clothes. She is wearing a woolen coat, and she looks like she is from the city.
There was another man next to him, carrying a camera.
The three of them were drinking tea. When they saw Zhang and his entourage coming in, their eyes turned towards them at the same time.
Zhao Junyi laughed and stood up, "Two leaders, this is Zhang Yixing, a student of our school."
The woman nodded, made eye contact with the photographer next to her, and said, "Then start recording now!"
So fast? !
Zhang and his party were a little confused, and even Zhao Junyi was a little confused.
Zhao Junyi quickly asked: "Leader, do you want to make some preparations, write a speech or something?"
The woman waved her hand and said, "No, just record a few interviews and add a few more class shots later."
Zhao Junyi wanted to say something else, but the woman frowned and looked into the room, "Teachers, please stop staying in this room. There should be no movement during the interview."
Zhao Junyi quickly waved to Zhao Hongxia and Sun Lan at the door, "You two go out first!"
Zhao Hongxia and the others quickly exited and carefully closed the door.
The woman looked at Zhao Junyi again.
Zhao Junyi laughed dryly, "I won't say anything. If the child is nervous, I will remind him."
The woman then gave up and turned her attention to Zhang Yixin, telling her what questions she would ask later.
The male photographer looked at the surrounding environment, and after the communication with the woman was completed, he asked Zhang and his party to sit on the sofa where the woman was sitting.
The man turned on the camera and gave the woman an OK gesture.
The woman held a microphone in her hand, and the microphone had the logo of the county news station.
She directly put the microphone to Zhang Yixing's mouth and said casually: "Introduce yourself."
Zhang and his party understood that there would probably be no footage of the woman asking questions in the news footage, only footage of him answering.
He sat upright with a smile on his lips, "My name is Zhang Yixing. I am seven years old this year. I live in Zhangjiatang, Dongshan Town. I am a student in the first class of Yuhong Class in Zhaojiacun Primary School... Thanks to the training and teachings of the teachers... When you grow up, be a useful person to society and serve the motherland..."
Shunfeng Shunshui introduced himself without any trembling, which surprised both the woman and the photographer.
Next to him, Zhao Junyi couldn't help but smile and nodded with satisfaction.
After some simple conversations, a group of people came to Yuhong Class 1 again.
It happened that Teacher Zhao Hongxia was giving a lecture.
The photographer asked Zhang and his party to sit back in their seats and began to take some shots and close-ups of his class.
Zhao Junyi stood behind the photographer, leaning forward with his fat body, leaning his head to look at the camera. When he saw his daughter Zhao Jinmai was also in the camera range, he grinned happily.
Zhang and his party were wearing school uniforms and sitting among children in regular uniforms, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
It was just that he had a serious expression on his face, as if he was staring at the blackboard and listening to the lecture.
Not just him, but all the children in the class, regardless of whether they were in the camera range or not, all had their arms folded on the desk, looking like good students.
After filming the class footage, the children were forced out of class to film recess activity footage.
So this strange picture appeared:
A group of children were playing various games outside the classroom. In the corner, a child in school uniform was reading quietly.
Zhang Yixing just felt that there was no love left in his life.
Why should I squat in a corner and read a book in the middle of winter?
Isn't it warm in the classroom?
Am I the only one wearing school uniform?
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