When Su Yuan came to Xu San's house, it was not dark yet, but Xu San still lit the kerosene lamp and put up a small blackboard for the little girl to study.
Next to the blackboard is Xu San, and in front of him is the little girl Su Yuan sitting on the pony, and the auditor Xiaohong.
Pick up the chalk and write "X+11=50" on the blackboard
After Xu San finished writing, the little girl raised her hand and asked, "What is the word "Cha"?
"This is pronounced 'Aix'!" Xiaohong answered quickly and Xu San answered the little girl's question.
But the little girl didn’t believe it!
Turning his curious eyes on Xu San, "Is Aunt Xiaohong right?"
"She's right, this is English!"
"What is it in English?"
"English is what foreigners speak and write. For the mathematics taught today, you only need to know the letter. In mathematics, it is just a symbol, representing the unknown."
"Unknown? You just don't know, right?" the little girl asked.
"Yes!" Xu San said, and began to talk about the linear equation of one variable.
After about twenty minutes, the class ended and the little girl successfully learned the basics of linear equations of one variable.
Seeing the little girl biting her pencil and doing exercises, Xu San felt full of accomplishment.
What teacher wouldn't like such a student? Unfortunately, the word is not pretty.
Looking at Xiaohong and Su Yuan again, Xiaohong is okay, almost like the little girl, she can accept new knowledge very smoothly, and can draw inferences from one example to give the little girl questions.
But Su Yuan didn't seem to understand.
Xu San understood this because Su Yuan did not learn mathematics from scratch. Even the Arabic numerals were learned by her junior sister after he became a teacher.
Xu San walked over, opened a small stove for her, and explained it patiently.
I looked at the time and saw that it was just eight o'clock. I wanted to talk more in depth, but after thinking about it I decided not to. After all, Su Yuan was slow to understand, so it was better to wait for her.
Xu San began to assign homework.
After assigning homework, the three good students went back to their rooms to complete their homework, while Xu San wrote lesson plans while recalling the learning progress in elementary school.
As he wrote, he stopped writing because he just remembered that he had jumped directly to the equation before he explained the fraction.
Hey, I am a teacher, so I really don’t care.
I turned over a page and quickly wrote out a lesson plan on fractions, planning to teach about fractions tomorrow.
After the family matters are taken care of, it's time to deal with the Fifth Battalion, and the training plan still needs to be completed.
But Xu San was too lazy to do it, so he decided to use tricks.
Take out the training plan of Yamamoto Special Forces, lower the difficulty, and reduce the training volume by half, and it will be OK.
However, he was still too lazy to write.
So, he went to Xiaohong with the Yamamoto Special Forces training plan and "copy this training plan."
Xiaohong picked it up and took a look. There were more than a dozen pages, and there were pictures. It would take at least two hours to copy them all, so she complained, "So many?"
"You don't have to copy everything." Xu San said, opening the document and pointing to the place he had modified with pencil.
Xiaohong frowned, and after listening to Xu San's explanation, she said, "Even so, it still has to be eight or nine pages."
"Who told me that Xiaohong is good at calligraphy and painting! Who would be looking for you if I didn't look for you?" Xu San praised with a smile.
Xiaohong couldn't help but praise, and immediately became proud, "Even if you have some eyes, you really can't do anything with your bad calligraphy!"
Xiaohong took out a pen and paper, leaned on the desk and started copying.
Looking at Xiaohong who was starting to work, Xu San said, "I won't disturb you anymore, I'm going out first."
"Brother-in-law, if you are not busy with business, please stay with me in the room for a while, otherwise I will not copy this document." Xiaohong said.
"Okay!" Xu San agreed, turned around and sat on a chair nearby.
On the desk, Xiao Hong was copying quickly with her pen flying. Under the light of the kerosene lamp, a faint smile appeared on her face.
The moonlight is hazy and the insects and birds are chirping.
On the outskirts of the Taiyuan Steel Plant, a beam of light rose and fell, floating erratically. A patrolling three-wheeled motorcycle cut through the night and swayed over from a distance.
The road was not good, and the motorcycle was bumpy. The devil sitting in the bucket clung to the handrails, fearing that he would be thrown off if he encountered a big bump.
The motorcycle passed by and the area turned dark again.
Not long after, several "barking" barks came from the darkness.
The barking is short and regular, and it sounds like it is made by a trained dog.
Immediately, a searchlight came from a distance.
Under the bright light, a black back appeared.
At this moment, it was holding a human arm bone in its mouth, with a little bit of non-rotted flesh still attached to the bone.
Fierce dog.
human bones.
It was a terrifying scene in this dark night.
A low whistle came from the depths of darkness.
The whistle is ethereal and long, like the whisper of a female ghost, making people shudder.
After the military dog pricked up its ears to identify the location, it quickly ran towards the source of the sound with the bone in its mouth.
The searchlight moves as the dog moves, illuminating the way forward.
Soon, the dog found the source of the sound.
Put down the bones in your mouth, sit down, and wait for new orders.
Under the light of the searchlight, two patrolling Japanese soldiers appeared.
One of the Japanese soldiers picked up the arm bone on the ground, looked at it with an expression of disgust, and then said to Gouzi, "Baga, Uzumaki Maru, why did you bring this kind of thing back in your mouth again?"
"Woof woof!"
The Japanese soldier shook his head and did not blame him any more. Although it was just an arm bone, it was considered a training subject for dogs. If it was terminated at will, unnecessary omissions would likely occur in future patrols.
Gouzi is a military dog. Although they are the first choice, they can only execute simple orders. For orders that are too complex, there will still be more or less deviations in the execution process.
"Alas~" Jia Zibing sighed helplessly, and could only put the human arm bone into the bag he carried with him.
There is no way, this thing cannot be thrown away casually, otherwise it may be picked up by another dog next time.
"Ota-kun, which piece is this?" asked another Japanese soldier.
"I didn't count either. It's unlucky to count this thing!" After Ota finished speaking, he gave the order to Uzumaki Maru to continue patrolling.
The arm bone that the dog brought back belonged to a former worker in the steel factory.
The workers in these steel plants, like other workers of this era, were oppressed and worked endless jobs.
If you slack off a little bit, you will be punched and kicked. If you are in poor health, you will probably be beaten to death, and then the body will be randomly discarded. If you are lucky, you will be dug in a hole and buried. If you are unlucky, you will be buried in the wilderness. And these randomly discarded corpses are now starting to rot, which has also caused some trouble for the Japanese patrols.
Daejeon made a safety sign towards the searchlight.
The searchlight was turned off and the flashlight was turned on. Da Tian took a breath and continued patrolling.
Not long after, the area was plunged into darkness again.
