She Only Cares About Cultivation

Because it’s too cold in the winter, the baby won’t be taken outside within the first hundred days, even if the sun is out, it’s still sunny but cold weather.

But it doesn’t mean you can’t sit at the door for a while. Since he was born in the Northeast, he must be able to endure its weather. Only when the baby’s cheeks gradually turn red, does he get carried back indoors, repeatedly. Of course, we choose the times when there is sun.

However, the reality is somewhat harsh, as the enrollment situation for the literacy class isn’t good. Even though the village’s cadres all went out to do thought work, there were still very few people enrolling.

"I think everyone’s just afraid. As soon as they hear there’ll be a test for the literacy class, they get scared."

"Really no foresight, how good literacy classes are; it’s a great opportunity to learn something useful. If you can’t recognize big characters, you won’t be able to understand what’s written on the chalkboard at the supply store, how embarrassing!"

"Yes, yes, sister’s multiplication table is really useful, we can do mental calculations now. Unlike before, when we had to count on our fingers, waste time in daylight, and sometimes got the accounts wrong because we were nervous. It’s much better now. As long as the multiplication table is memorized, applied often, we understand the accounts more clearly."

Two middle school students in the village, one is the village chief’s grandson, the other is the accountant’s son, just these two, and they are both boys.

When they came to communicate with her, they were confident and even somewhat looked down on her, thinking it’s just an old lady joining in the fun.

The result was that they didn’t know without communicating, just her prepared teaching plan alone was something they couldn’t manage, especially the writing, which looked like print, it was so beautiful, and their arrogance was put away tightly, unconsciously becoming An Yi’s students.

All day it’s long, teacher this, teacher that, requesting her to teach them calligraphy, and when having questions, they’d come to ask her, she would also patiently explain.

"Teacher An explains things more thoroughly than our teacher, many methods are particularly simple, no wonder she’s a city person."

Upon hearing this, An Yi said sternly: "I’m not a city person, nor am I a teacher, don’t say this kind of thing casually. Call me auntie or sister in the future."

An Yi dislikes these titles, the two middle schoolers don’t dare to argue, obediently switch to calling her sister, as auntie sounds old, and mainly, she hasn’t been married.

Later, the village chief linked the literacy class with the spring land reform, and those who passed the assessment had the opportunity to compete for some cadre positions. Only then did more people enroll, since there were quite a few position needs, the village chief had some deception, anyway, dragging everyone idle at home into the village committee, divided them into three classes, three teachers each taking one class, each class about thirty to forty people.

Those coming to listen to the lectures were of all ages and with various occupations: some were stitching shoe soles, knitting sweaters, peeling garlic, braiding hair. Ah, truly varied.

Luckily, they were all quite obedient, since each classroom had people maintaining order. It didn’t get chaotic or rowdy, added by An Yi’s engaging classes, citing classics when explaining idioms, it wasn’t just simple rote reading, and the other two teachers, inspired by An Yi, also did a lot of homework, transforming the literacy class into a story club. Through stories, exploring humanity and studying Chinese traditional culture.

The villagers went from initial perfunctory attendance to gradually liking it, in just one morning.

There was only one major class in the morning every day, the afternoon was the villagers’ own time. Of course, she’d assign homework, in short, she really turned the literacy class into the primary school classroom she imagined.