The ordinary countryside has been reborn.

Chapter 93 Teacher Xiaoyuan
In the teacher's building, Tian Yuan took out the book that recorded the address of Teacher Zhang's home.

On the 3rd floor of Building C, Tianyuan checks the house number and knocks on the door.

"Who?"

A female voice came, and the door opened after a while, and the woman looked at the person coming.

Tian Yuan bowed and saluted, "Hello, teacher, I am a student of Teacher Zhang, and my name is Tian Yuan."

"Sister, you're here!" Zhang Huijie ran to the door and shouted happily.

The woman smiled and pulled her in: "Hello, Tian Yuan, I am your teacher Zhang's lover. He was still telling me why you haven't come yet."

The woman wears a braid hanging down her chest. She is a little fat, has a round face, and is a little shorter than Tian Yuan. Her skin is fairer, and her hands and face look particularly clean.

Zhang Guoqiang only told her that he had found a little teacher for Xiaojie and would come over tonight, but he didn't expect it to be such a little girl.

She had just looked at the countryside and guessed that this was a child from a poor family, and she often did farm work at home.How could such a child know how to draw? She was full of doubts.

When Tianyuan cooks at home, there are always dirty dirt on his fingers. Even though he has been in school for almost a month now, his fingers still look a little dirty.Tianyuan knows that it takes a period of time to stop doing farm work, and the hands will become clean after the roughness of the hands calms down.

Seeing what Tian Yuan was carrying, the woman asked in surprise, "This is it?"

"This is a little snack for Xiaojie. The school convenience store doesn't have much to choose from. I hope Xiaojie likes it."

Tian Yuan handed Zhang Huijie the bag containing the snacks.

Zhang Huijie was not polite, he took it happily: "Thank you sister, I like it very much!"

"Ah, you child, why are you so polite when you come to the teacher, you can't be like this next time." The woman frowned and said disapprovingly.

What Tianyuan bought were small snacks, and they were for children, so it was hard for her to refuse.But this kind of habit can't be cultivated. Teachers can't accept gifts from students casually, especially since they haven't stepped into the society yet and need their parents to provide books.

Tianyuan is kind and good, saying that he will not do it next time, only this time.

"Hongping, is Tianyuan here?" Zhang Guoqiang's voice came from the entrance.

He had just gone to the teacher's house next door, and when he came back, he heard lively voices at home, and Zhang Guoqiang walked into the living room.

The houses in the teacher's building are all old houses with two bedrooms and one living room, about to square meters.The ground is a smooth concrete floor, and a light tube is installed on the wall, which is brighter than the brightest light bulb in the rural home. The white light illuminates the entire living room, bright and dignified.

"Tianyuan, you can start teaching Xiaojie now, even if you need to go to Xiaojie's room."

Seeing the people in the living room, Zhang Guoqiang got straight into the subject without being polite.

"Okay, teacher."

Tian Yuan nodded, then turned to Zhang Huijie and asked, "Shall we go to your room?"

"Okay, sister, come with me." Zhang Huijie dragged Tian Yuan to his room.

There was a small bed and a desk in Zhang Huijie's room. Tianyuan took out several paintings of flowers and plants by herself for Zhang Huijie to copy.

Zhang Huijie listened very carefully, every time Tian Yuan asked him if he understood, he would nod without hesitation; but when it came to painting, he couldn't find the right way, obviously he understood what my sister just said.

He frowned, recalling in his mind how Tianyuan was painted just now, copying it stroke by stroke.

On the way, Wang Hongping brought them tea. Standing behind Zhang Huijie, watching her son earnestly draw, she smiled and nodded towards Tianyuan, and then left the room.

"Guoqiang, the little teacher you found this time is not bad, he teaches well, and Xiaojie is serious about painting."

Wang Hongping looked at the man who was drinking tea, and praised with a smile.

"Hehe, she can not only draw, but also write novels. Now she has written three 10,000+ words." Zhang Guoqiang said.

He blew on the tea in the bowl, and every time he thought of this number, he couldn't help being amazed, and thought to himself, he was really astute, and found such a good seedling.

"Oh? Still writing novels?"

Wang Hongping was stunned for a moment, she blinked, sat next to Zhang Guoqiang, and asked curiously: "I have written so many words, is it well written? Have you read it?"

This number really surprised her. She thought that like many works now, the words are essence, and if she can write so much, the level must not be low.

"Barely enough, the writing skills are not strong, and more practice is needed, and there are still many places that are too long."

Zhang Guoqiang sighed and put down the tea bowl, "It's just this persistence that is very rare."

He turned his head to look at Wang Hongping, and said carefully, "I'll see if I can help her improve her writing skills."

After speaking, Zhang Guoqiang walked to his room. Not long after, he came out with a few books in his hand.

"It's better to read more. She probably doesn't know what kind of books to read. I have a few books here, and I will lend them to her to study later."

Wang Hongping was sweeping the floor with a broom. She walked over and saw the title of the book. She was surprised and said, "Didn't you buy this from a bookstore in the city? Usually I want to read it, and you always remind me so that I won't damage it." , are you willing to borrow it now?"

Zhang Guoqiang looked at her speechlessly: "You don't even look at the books that pass through your hands. How are those corners curled up? I won't say a word, will you be careful?"

Wang Hongping was still holding a broom in her hand, Zhang Guoqiang deliberately moved away from her when she said this, Wang Hongping rolled her eyes at him, and ignored him.

When the time was up, Wang Hongping entered her son's room again. At this time, Tian Yuan was correcting Zhang Huijie's brushwork. She spoke slowly, and Xiaojie listened very carefully.

Wang Hongping waited for Tianyuan to finish speaking, and then knocked on the door to remind: "Mr. Xiaoyuan, it's almost time. I prepared some fruit, and we all go to the living room to eat."

She had a smile on her face, and her habit of attending classes for a long time made her speak loudly, and what she said were not questions, but statements that could not be refuted.

Tian Yuan nodded: "Teacher's wife, first let's see how Xiaojie's painting is doing?"

It is still necessary to let the child's parents see their teaching level first, so that she can rest assured and satisfied.

Zhang Huijie was also very satisfied with his practice results in the first class. He waved to Wang Hongping excitedly: "Mom, come and see if I have improved."

Wang Hongping approached with a smile, took the drawing book handed to her by her son, glanced at it for a while, and nodded in praise: "That's right, it's even more beautiful than before, especially this bamboo, it's very well drawn!"

Zhang Huijie tugged at the corner of his clothes, looking at her with bright eyes, with a bit of pride mixed in his eyes.

Wang Hongping smiled, and said to Tian Yuan, "Thank you, Mr. Xiaoyuan, let's go to the living room."

(End of this chapter)