Early in the morning, she arrived at the kindergarten class as the academy bell rang. Standing at the door was the little girl who had pushed her down yesterday. She looked around but didn't see any servants around her. It seemed that they were waiting there on purpose.
Seeing Master Song coming over, Su Lingshu took out the wooden box hidden behind her back and stepped forward timidly, "Master Song, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it yesterday. This is my most precious thing for you."
He looked at Teacher Song expectantly, hoping that she would forgive his unintentional mistake.
Song Yanjin smiled in relief. He had thought that the prefect's family was just like that servant, who was just bullying others. He didn't expect the little girl to know her mistake and apologize. He rubbed her head affectionately, "It's okay. Master Song is stubborn."
Did Master Song forgive her? Su Lingshu happily opened the wooden box, "Master Song, look, the silkworms are eating the leaves so deliciously."
The two snow-white, soft and boneless silkworms opened their mouths wide to eat the fresh tender leaves, scaring Song Yanjin so much that her legs went weak and she sat on the ground for a long time. In her previous life, she was most afraid of these cartilaginous animals!
"Are you okay?"
The voice was as clear as a mountain spring. Song Yanjin looked up and saw the man in a black brocade robe. He was tall and graceful, with a beautiful face and cold and arrogant eyes. He was indescribably handsome and noble.
Shameful~ Still in front of the handsome guy, Song Yanjin hurriedly supported Bai Zhu's thighs and stood up, patting the dust off his buttocks, "It's okay."
Su Lingshu frowned, poked the silkworms in the wooden box with her puzzled hand, and whispered, "What cute silkworms! Why would Master Song be afraid of them?"
Song Yanjin pretended to be calm and coaxed the little girl into the yard, "Okay, okay~ Teacher Song has forgiven you. Class will start soon. Take good care of the silkworms."
Baizhu followed in, holding the wooden board and trying not to laugh.
Ye Shian: "."
Concern is unnecessary!
There was a hint of smile in her cold eyes. This female teacher was interesting. She was obviously afraid but she pretended to be calm. She strode into the next yard with a book in her hand. This reckless brother left his homework at home, so she made him run back early in the morning. When he came home from school, she would definitely teach him a lesson.
The square wooden board in Baizhu's arms attracted the little kids who were chasing and playing and laughing. They ran up to her and looked at her curiously, "Sister Baizhu, what are you using the board for?"
Sitting properly in the front row, the sensible little girl greeted sweetly, "Is Mr. Song feeling better?"
Song Yanjin smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, my dear Xiaoyu. It doesn't hurt anymore."
He placed the two little red flowers in his hand in the classroom and slapped the table with a ruler. "Go back and sit down, and get ready for class."
The atmosphere became more and more lively, and the children surrounding Baizhu returned to their seats and sat cross-legged.
After calming down, Song Yanjin put down the ruler with satisfaction and wrote the word "goose" with a charcoal pencil on the wooden board held by Bai Zhu.
He put on a friendly smile like the big gray wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood, put his hand on his head to make a goose beak and imitate the goose's walk, "Children, what is the big goose swimming on the lake called?"
"Goose~goose goose goose~"
Little bean buns: "."
After one or two seconds, the lively Zhang Jiacai couldn't help but raise his hand, "I know big goose. The iron pot stewed big goose in Zuixianlou is the most delicious."
"Ah~ Xiaopang, how can your family be so cruel? They want to eat such a beautiful swan."
The naughty little boys stood up and imitated the teacher, putting one hand on their head and the other on their buttocks, and imitated the big goose, "quack~"
"Hahaha~ This is a duck."
With one person taking the lead, everything got into chaos. Everyone stood up and imitated him. The whole classroom was filled with the sounds of chickens, ducks and geese!
Song Yanjin held his forehead helplessly, feeling overwhelmed.
The ruler sounded again, and the little kids returned to their seats.
Song Yanjin pointed the ruler in his hand at the wooden board, "Read along with me, put your tongue against your lower teeth, 'goose'—"
"Open your mouth, goose, goose. Goose."
Teacher Song was so funny that the kids all laughed and followed him in reciting the sutra. Some even competed with their deskmates, shouting louder than the other.
I read it several times with satisfaction. It was not because the children were naughty, but because I didn't find anything they were interested in. If you tell the story in a lively and interesting way, they will naturally follow you and be led by your nose.
Traditional teachers read from books, which is boring and tedious. Naturally, children can't sit still and only want to make trouble.
Ding ding ding—
It's time to take a break.
Baizhu put down the board and rubbed his sore hands, "I'll go make some tea for the young lady to soothe her throat."
Song Yanjin nodded tiredly, then slumped down on the straw mat. In his previous life, when he was a lecturer for the civil service exam, he sat down and gave PPT presentations to future directors via live broadcast. Now, he stands on the podium and teaches in front of lively and active children. The difference is huge.
The children saw Teacher Song resting up there and taking an interesting class. They felt that Teacher Song was playing with them, so they naturally treated him as a good friend and swarmed up to him, chattering.
The brave little girl put her arms around Xiaosong's neck and carefully touched the white cloth on her head, "Xiaosong, does it hurt?"
"Master Song, we won't make trouble anymore."
"We thought you weren't coming to class today. We were worried about you."
The words on the left and right were full of concern. The innocent little faces came closer, and Song Yanjin felt warm in his heart. What bad thoughts could a five or six-year-old child have?
At most, he was just making a fuss.
Baizhu came back with the tea tray and was stunned to see the young lady surrounded by children in the classroom.
When she meets annoying little brats, she will stay as far away from them as possible, and the young lady even plays with them!
"Sister Baizhu is back," the children went over and tugged at her skirt, and the taller child had already poured tea and brought it to Master Song's lips.
Song Yanjin bowed his head to give face, took a sip, and thanked with a smile.
The tall boy laughed happily, showing his big white teeth, because Master Song drank the tea that he poured himself.
In the next class, I took the little kids outside to the yard to play "Eagle Catches Chicken". Baizhu, still childish, joined in the fun and had a lot of fun.
The children took turns to be the eagles and the hens. The old hens protected their calves, and the dragons wagged their tails to deal with the eagles on the opposite side.
The courtyard was filled with laughter, and everyone was running out of breath.
In the next courtyard, students preparing for the next autumn imperial examination were annoyed by the noise. Dong Xiaohui, who was in the back row and had a bad temper, threw down his brush, stood up and clasped his fists to the teacher, "Please go to the next kindergarten class and give them a lecture. It's too noisy and the students can't concentrate on writing."
"That's right, it's so annoying!"
"Why would an academy offer a preschool class? I really don't know what they were thinking. What can such a small child learn?"
"The same is true for the girls' class next door. They play the piano and sing all day long. This is not the Red Mansion. What's the point of learning those brothel-like things?"
The students were restless as they expressed their opinions.
In the classroom, the old teacher who was holding the bamboo scroll and reading it seriously put down his hand and looked down, "With this little concentration, do you still want to pass the imperial examination?"
The students wisely shut up and kept calm.
"You have read so many books that you have become like dogs. Did you come out of a stone? You have received a good education since childhood in the kindergarten class. You can read and understand reason. No wonder you are as stupid as pigs. You spent a whole morning writing a small article."
After cursing and throwing the book away, the old teacher stood up, shook his robe, and strode out of the school.
The students below were angry but dared not speak out, and were unable to write articles, so they did take their anger out on others.
(End of this chapter)