He Yin's head was lit like a chicken pecking at rice: "Of course I do it! I definitely do it! I must do it!"

In order to hear it more clearly, He Yin turned his head over and his ears straight towards Xie Yan, saying, "Come on, brother, what are your secrets?"

"..." Lin Er knew that he was going to be teased by Xie Yan when he looked silly and sweet.

I've been teased so many times, but I still don't have a memory.

He Yin didn't think about it either. If Xie Yan really had any secret, would he be covered with a mosquito bag that was about to bite his arm?

The silly son of this landlord's family is really beyond help.

Seeing He Yin cooperated so much, Xie Yan raised his eyebrows: "I really want to know?"

"I think about it!" He Yin looked at him with a gaze and nodded vigorously like a puppy.

"Then come over and I whisper to you, don't let others hear it." Xie Yan lowered his voice a little, and there was a little more interest in his black eyes. "This is the secret, only to pass on men but not women."

Lin Er, who was listening to his nonsense, said: "..."

God's fucking transmission of men or women is all revealed, but He Yin was stunned and believed it, nodded happily and said, "Okay."

Liner: “…”

Well, he is really helpless.

Lin Er looked at He Yin for two seconds with a look of a fool, then changed direction and began to quietly look at Xie Yan and fool him.

He just pulls it hard!

"Didn't it mean there are mosquito coils?" Xie Yan looked at He Yin with his chin, and then said in the tone of an old liar in the world, "You also know that mosquitoes are afraid of mosquito coils."

He Yin nodded in the possession of the repeater and said, "Yes, yes."

So, Xie Yan suggested: "If you are really prone to mosquito bites, then I suggest you try eating mosquito coils."

He Yin: "?"

My friend, whenever a question mark appears on my head, it’s not that I have a problem, but that I think you seem to have some problems.

He Yin was very puzzled: "Why do I want to eat mosquito coils??"

Xie Yan said calmly: "Oh, because in this way the mosquitoes will think you are sick and will not bite you."

He Yin: "..."

Does this really work?

Why did he hear this method so unreliable???

He Yin ended up eating mosquito coils. Lin Er didn't know. What Lin Er knew was that when he and Xie Yan came down from the third floor, they both had a strong mosquito coil smell.

It seems that the mosquito coils were lit.

The yard was cleaned up, and after breakfast, several boys moved their desks back to the classroom.

At eight o'clock, the students in the primary school began to arrive at the school one after another.

The school’s schedule is quite standard, and the first class starts at 8:30.

Perhaps because there are few permanent teachers, the students here are divided into three classes, one class in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades three in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades one in grades five in grades six.

The class led by Lin Erxie Yan is a group of children from grade one and two.

Rather than going to class, it is better to play with the children. There is no kindergarten in the village. When the children learn to walk and even speak hard, they are sent to the school by busy parents.

I don’t expect to learn much, at least there is a place to help watch my children. Most parents have to work in the fields during the day and have no time to take care of their children.

So the whole class was filled with older children watching the younger children, and younger children dragging the younger children.

Lin Er was worried and flirted with the textbook on the podium twice, then glanced down in distress.

The ages of these children are uneven, ranging from two or three to six or seven years old. The age span is too large, and most of the children probably don’t understand these things in the textbooks.

She thought for a while, then finally closed the textbook and asked directly below: "I wonder who can recite poems?"

Domestic enlightenment usually starts with ancient poetry.

When you don’t know what to teach, it’s better to memorize ancient poems by memorizing them, at least to cultivate your sentiment.

Children of this age like to express themselves, and are not afraid of teachers. They like to raise their hands to answer questions in class. Unlike in high school, every time the teacher asks a question, students want to drill their heads under the ground.

As soon as Lin Er said this, the children sitting below rushed to raise their hands:

"I, I will-"

"Teacher, I will do it!"

"I can recite it!"

Lin Er looked at the short hands that were crazily popping up like bamboo shoots after the rain, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If Teacher Qi Chuan saw this scene, he would definitely be very pleased.

Because it has been a long time since he has seen anyone raise his hand so actively in class to answer questions.

In his class, the most common sentence is:

——"Is there any student willing to answer this question for us?"

——"..."Silent.

——"Is there any? Isn't it true? It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong."

——"…" is still silent.

Liner looked around and finally ordered a little boy sitting in the front row to answer.

The little boy stood up obediently with his hands behind his back, shook his head and recited an ancient poem: "Geese, goose, geese, sing to the sky, white hair floats in green water, red palms twitch clear waves."

Of course, Lin Er was not stingy with his praise for the children. He praised the children while taking the lead in applauding them.

A burst of warm applause suddenly rang out in the classroom.

The little boy smiled embarrassedly, sat down with his hands behind his back, and looked at Xie Yan, who was sitting in front of the table. The podium in the classroom was too small and the two couldn't stand, so Xie Yan carried a stool and sat in the first row against the wall, becoming a temporary student.

The little boy seemed to be curious about the glasses he was wearing, and looked at his face from time to time. Xie Yan noticed his gaze, and turned his head to meet his gaze.

The little boy didn't accept the child's life, and lay on the table and leaned forward with his head.

Perhaps the applause just now made him encouraged. The little boy looked at Xie Yan for two seconds and suddenly asked him seriously: "Teacher, can you recite poems?"

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at him with his eyes slightly bent, and nodded and said, "Yes."

The little boy continued to lie down and looked at him, and his eyes were bright, "Then, teacher, you can recite one, okay?"

"Okay." Xie Yan showed his rare patience to the children, and wrote a poem on the spot in response to all requests, "Duck, duck, raise your neck and face Tianga, braised for sixty-six, and roasted for eighty-eight."

Lin Er, who has taken this poem to his ears: "..."
Chapter completed!