The terrain of the school is slightly higher. Because the village is close to a mountain, the terrain is slightly sloping.

Standing at the entrance of the school, you can see the smoke from many houses in the village. You can also hear the sound of a woman calling her children to feed the chickens.

Chu Qing took advantage of the water to warm up and poured out a basin, asking Xiaobao to wash his face and rinse his mouth. Then he filled the water and continued to boil. At this time, Xiaobao was really sweating on the tip of his nose, which was shiny, and his face was flushed.

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Xiaobao has an upright appearance, with no prominent facial features, so he is not a beautiful child, but he is fair and fair, probably because he is kept at home and rarely gets sunlight.

Chu Qing wiped Xiaobao's face and looked at the child carefully. He had no expression and looked dull. Did he have the legendary paralyzed face?

Mr. Xie came over to take a look around. He lives in the backyard of the school. He came here to see how Chu Qing is doing here and if there is anything he needs to tell you.

As a result, I saw Chu Qing walking to the classroom carrying a kettle, ready to fill Mr. Xie's teapot. I didn't bother him.

I took a look at the utility room and found that Chu Qing not only cleaned the utility room neatly, but also made full use of the space. Even the old desks were repaired and used as beds.

The damaged bookshelf was also placed against the wall, and the broken horizontal boards were repaired into vertical baffles. The bookshelf now looks like a shelf, but each floor is fully utilized, and small items are divided into categories.

Placed on the ground.

The wall behind the door is also used. Tools such as brooms, shovels, and poles are hung neatly on the wall in order of height, short, fat, and thin. This does not affect the opening of the door at all, saves space, and does not worry about falling down and stumbling.

Mr. Xie was very satisfied and nodded. Echo saw Xiao Baomu standing outside the door and looking at him blankly.

"Your mother is very capable." Xiaobao didn't respond.

"You haven't eaten yet? Are you going to the backyard to eat with your husband?" Xiaobao shook his head.

Chu Qing came over at this time, bowed to the gentleman first, and then replied: "Thank you sir, we have eaten. Xiaobao can't speak yet, so I'm rude."

"You need to talk to him more and inspire him to talk."

"Yes, thank you sir." Chu Qing thanked him, then thought of something and quickly asked:

"Mr. Xie, I saw some bald brushes in the utility room, are they still useful?"

"That one is of no use anymore. It was originally reserved for new students because they were afraid they were not prepared, but the bald pen makes the children even worse at writing. I don't want it anymore. Throw it away."

"Yes. Thank you sir."

Mr. Xie went back to the backyard to eat. Chu Qing went to fetch water. There was no well in the school. There were three wells in the village, one at the village chief's house, and two more in the middle and at the end of the village.

Chu Qing chose to go to the well at the end of the village because there were few residents passing by, and most of them were behind other people's houses.

It is better to have less interactions with others. For young women who are single and have children, it is better to have less gossip.

I just can't stand the shoulder pole. This thing is too uncomfortable! The balance is easy to control, and Chu Qing's bucket is not too full. But the skin on my shoulder was broken after just one trip.

Chu Qing returned to the utility room and found a torn sack. She made something shaped like a saddle and tied it to a pole. It felt much more comfortable now.

I went back and forth 5 times to pick up water and filled the water tank.

It is used for making lunch, drinking water for the children, and washing their brushes.

When Chu Qing returned to the utility room to rest, the children came to school one after another. The school immediately became lively.

Chu Qing took Xiao Bao to stay in the utility room. Xiao Bao looked at the side wall in the utility room, touching it from time to time, as if he was studying. Chu Qing found a knife and took a few bald brushes.

Use it to peel it.

The entire bald end of the brush is trimmed off, and then the tip is cut into a neat bevel. Use a knife to create a one-centimeter-long gap at the tip for capillary action, and the dip pen is ready.

Chu Qing made the three most bald brushes into dip pens. If there is no ink or paper, there will be some. No rush.

Xiaobao moved the small bench and sat at the door. He was listening blankly to the voice of Mr. Xie reading in the classroom. There was a bunch of hair sticking out of his hair. Is it the legendary stupid hair?

"The fruit is precious, Li Nai, the vegetable is heavy, mustard ginger..."

"The sea is salty and the river is light, the scales are hidden and the feathers are flying..."

The Thousand-Character Essay is really a good thing, an overview of natural science.

I don’t know if Xiaobao can understand it, but he is so serious. Xiaobao sits there motionless and does not move. Chu Qing sees Xiaobao tapping his index finger on his knee to follow the rhythm of the reading.

Chu Qing didn't bother him. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he was familiar with it. After the teacher finished reading, he called the students and asked them to read. After the students were called, class was over. Xiaobao was still sitting there without moving. His fingers were still pointing.

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The students began to run into the yard, some going to the toilet, some looking for water, and some chasing each other like crazy. Several children from the small class who were chasing and fighting saw Xiaobao and ran over.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

"What's your name?"

"Why are you so young?"

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Xiaobao looked at them blankly, then turned around and wanted to go back to the utility room.

"Don't leave, I'm asking you something!"

A child who looked to be eight or nine years old grabbed Xiaobao's back collar and sounded a little annoyed. Chu Qing came out quickly, took Xiaobao from the child's hand, and said:

"His name is Xiaobao. He is young and doesn't quite understand what you are saying."

"Then who are you?"

"I am the new cook. My surname is Yuan. You can call me Aunt Yuan or Auntie."

"Tch!" The child was quite disdainful. "A cook wants me to call you aunt!"

"Which village are you from? Why haven't I seen you?" asked another child.

"I came to the village to stay temporarily."

"You must be a widow! Otherwise, why would you live here!" A child saw the broken table used as a bed in the utility room.

"..." Chu Qing was a little speechless, because when she saw the children's eyes, she instantly turned to contempt.

"Oh oh oh, the widow cook is a mute child! The widow cook is a mute child!" Several children shouted in circles around Chu Qing and her mother. More children were attracted, so everyone circled and shouted together. Who said children?

No one with bad intentions? No one with bad intentions can be so vicious?

"That..." Chu Qing said:

"Jingxing is a virtuous person, and his mind is a saint. He builds his reputation through virtue, and his appearance is upright. Sounds are heard in empty valleys, and people are accustomed to listening in empty halls. Misfortunes are caused by bad things, and good fortunes are celebrated."

"..." The children were stunned.

"Do you understand? I am the cook. Whether and what kind of food I can eat at noon today depends on me. Xiaobao is still young and is very afraid of strangers. He is not mute."

"Ahem..." A slight cough came from not far away, and Mr. Xie walked over.

"Go back and write each of Xiao Bao Niang's words fifty times and hand them over to me tomorrow morning! Let's disperse!" Mr. Xie's voice was a little majestic. The children turned around and ran away.

Chu Qing was blessed: "Mr. Thank you." After doing the same action a few times, he became proficient. Every time Meng Dong's class teacher called him a parent, he should just salute.

"Have you read the book?"

"Oh...no, I heard my husband said so."

"Can you read?"

"I can write names." I can't read traditional Chinese characters.

"You're humble. Come with me." Mr. Xie turned around and led the way.

Chu Qing followed him all the way to the small class. It should be said to be the enlightenment class. Mr. Xie looked at a book on his podium and a stack of paper and handed it to Chu Qing: "You can teach the children when you have time. They are familiar with it. Xiaobao has

Are you 3 years old?"

"It's almost time. I'll be 3 years old in 2 months. Thank you sir."

"You're welcome, this book is considered obsolete. The books used by the children are all handwritten or used by students in the upper class, otherwise they would have to spend their own money to buy them. The children in the lower class are not well protected either."

Chu Qing flipped through the book. It was a "Thousand Character Essay". The handwriting was neat, but the handwriting for annotations was of different sizes and very messy. This book was really hard on the eyes to read.

"This is for the leftovers, you can take it."

Mr. Xie handed over the old inkstone and ink block.

"Thank you sir." Chu Qing saluted again.

"Go and do your work."

"Yes." Chu Qing took three steps back and turned to leave.

Mr. Xie stroked his beard and left.
Chapter completed!