Take care of the teacher’s meals

  When I was eight or nine years old, the layout of rural primary schools was still very scattered. Most of the teachers were young and old in the village or neighboring villages. The school did not have a teacher canteen. After school, the teacher and the children went home along the rugged path. However, each school usually has a public teacher who serves as the principal of the school. The principal was transferred from other towns and villages by the Education Bureau. They used the school as their home and stayed at the school. In addition to breakfast, the principal would eat the meal from the students. All students take turns from the lower grades to the upper grades, one student a day, who is the turn, who will give the teacher a meal, and after the end of the round, start again and start again. No matter who is the turn, they will jump and go home and shout, excitedly, mother, tomorrow is the turn of the teacher.

  We are all muddy children who don’t care about the hardships of the world, but everyone is holding a heart that is extremely respectful to the principal. At that time, my family was not rich, but this hindered my mother’s respect for the teacher. As soon as I went home and announced aloud “Tomorrow’s teacher’s meal”, they had a believer’s piety on their faces, and they immediately started to buy meat and pick vegetables. Steamed steamed buns and prepared carefully.

  At that time, after school at noon, I ran home and saw that my mother had already prepared the food. A plate of fried meat, a plate of fried eggs, two white noodles, and half a bottle of shochu, were carefully put into the bamboo basket, covered with a red bottom floral bag, the bamboo basket immediately became like a bride Shame and answer. Walking on the small road to the school to deliver rice, the wind in the early autumn sent the fragrant dishes in the bamboo basket into my nostrils. I tried my best to restrain the thoughts of having a meal at once, and swallowed the water. . Stopping under a tree, I picked up the baggage, and I had to take a piece of meat to eat. When I picked up the chopsticks, I heard the mother’s reprimand, and I was so shocked that I couldn’t take it anymore, and I quickly put the chopsticks as they were. Cover the baggage and walk to the school.

  At the headmaster’s office, President Wang is still correcting the assignment. He is about 40 years old, medium-sized, square face, thick eyebrows, two shaved beards, faintly green, a little thin body, with a dear smile on his face. President Wang took my bamboo basket and asked me to sit down and eat with him. I didn’t rush to the throat and I immediately rushed to my throat. I quickly waved my hand and ran out. President Wang said loudly, wait a minute, I will be fine. I was behind the principal’s office, holding my arms and looking at the huge phoenix leaves falling silently from the treetops. Within ten minutes, President Wang began to call me. He handed me the bamboo basket and said, go home and eat. I have been through the bamboo basket, still heavy, eager and the headmaster of the school to quit, and ran to the path of the bamboo basket to see the two baskets almost untouched, shochu is not too bad, only one hoe is missing. My heart was secretly surprised, and the headmaster of Wang was really small! Not as good as I eat. Thinking this way, I grabbed a large piece of meat into my mouth with my hand. The thoroughness of my heart and lungs made me feel a little dizzy: Hey, except for the New Year’s meat, it’s time to take the teacher’s meal…

  When I got home, I showed it to my mother. My mother thought for a long time and said that your principal is not a “sir” who knows the book. He is a good person…

  Later, I was dreaming of my family’s fast-running teacher’s meal in a dream. For a while, “Isn’t it the turn to take care of the teacher’s meal?” It became my mantra.

  Of course, for some of the poor families in the village, there is no need to take care of the teacher. These, Wang’s principal has already done an investigation. President Wang said to the teachers, telling Liu Dong of the village, Yang Sanni of the village, and… they don’t have to take care of the meal. However, after the teachers told Liu Hai and Yang Sanni that they had said this, their little mouths had to stay for a few days, and they had no face between the classmates. Later, Yang Sanni raised ten rabbits. After school, she went to the hillside to cut grass and feed the rabbits. Even when she was doing homework, she moved the small table to the rabbit house. Sometimes, Yang Sanni bit her pencil to think about the problem, thinking about it and she was brilliant. Laughed. In the second year, when it was the turn of Yang Sanni, Yang Sanni ran to the office of President Wang. The principal, I have money, my mother said, I want to give you the best meal in the village. President Wang was shocked and said, Where is your family’s money? Yang Sanni said that my rabbit can be mad, and my mother sold a lot of money. President Wang looked at the little girl’s hand full of scorpion, and her nose was sour.

  After the teacher’s meal, there was another day to make the children happy, that is, President Wang’s meal was paid. Every student has one or two dollars, we have received the money, and we are happy and jumping. I feel that President Wang is really good. However, once, Yang Sanni was not happy, Yang Sanni said, the principal, you ate a meal at my house, should give me a dollar, how to give two? President Wang slaps his head and says, hey, hey, maybe I thought wrong, but you used the money to buy a few books…

  About a year later, until President Wang was transferred from our school, I heard people say that President Wang is very considerate of the poor days of the villagers, knowing that the children are more coveted in the basket of “delicious food”, each time symbolic Eat a little, the rest let them take it back. And when I come back from my hometown every week, I always bring a big bag of pancakes, as well as pickles, and hunger when no one…

  Later, with the continuous development of education, the faculty has become increasingly strong. About ten years ago, we built a central school here. The primary schools were all retired. There were teachers in the school, and the years of the teacher’s meal gradually increased. It has become a history of silence.