Chapter 169 The Wonder of Genes
The students were grimacing and shouting in pain. At this time, someone saw Sun Shan's pale face and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, new student. You will get used to it."
One of the tall and thin classmates echoed: "New student, sooner or later you will be spanked by the teacher. What you saw today is just a preview. Don't be nervous, you will get used to it in the future."
Sun Shan asked timidly, "Hello, classmates. My name is Sun Shan and I just arrived today. Does Master Hong often beat people like this?"
It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid. Who can guarantee that you can answer Mr. Hong’s questions?
The strong Ou Hanjun explained, "Ashan, no one who studies in Hong's school can escape the teacher's beating. You just came here, so you don't know, but you will learn it slowly."
He looked at Sun Shan with sympathy, not knowing whether his small body could bear it, so he decided to talk to him nicely first.
After hearing this, Sun Shan's face turned even paler. Being beaten with a stick was humiliating, but the pain was so despairing.
The physical and mental pain was equally maddening.
Zeng Jiajun gently patted Sun Shan's shoulder with his hand that was swollen like a pig's hoof, and said sadly: "Classmate, you will have the opportunity to experience the beating of the stick in the future. You will slowly experience it. Only when you are beaten, you will know how to write the word "pain". "
Everyone was chatting in the classroom and introducing themselves to each other.
Sun Shan learned from the conversation that among the seven students in Class C, only Ou Hanjun and himself were from other towns, and the remaining five all lived in the county town or near the county town, so they did not need to live in the dormitory and were the so-called "day students."
In Class C, Sun Shan is the youngest and Zeng Jiajun is the oldest. They are already 15 years old this year.
So the results must be average.
Thinking about his 13-year-old roommate Hong Jian who has been promoted to Class B, and Zeng Jiajun who is still in Class C at the age of 15, it can be seen that he is a poor student. As for how poor he is, we will have to wait and see.
The tall and thin one is called He Weizhuan, and he is 13 years old.
The slightly plump 12-year-old boy is called Du Zhipu, and he is from the same village as Manager Xia.
The remaining two are named Yao Zhi and Wang Weizheng, both are 11 years old. They have been studying at Hong’s School and just came to Class C two years ago.
Sun Shan observed each person carefully. Their clothes were not bad, but not good either.
They were all cotton gowns, not silk as rumored.
Then he thought, not only do no students wear clothes made of silk, but there are not many people in Huangyang County who can wear silk clothes.
The slightly plump Du Zhipu said, "Let's go eat. If we don't eat now, the food will get cold."
When everyone heard this, their stomachs immediately started to growl. Mr. Hong had been checking for the entire morning and his nerves were tense and he had been beaten. His strength had long been depleted, so he had to eat to replenish his energy.
People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.
No matter how difficult it is, we should just eat first.
Sun Shan was also hungry. Although he was not selected for random inspection today, he was deeply shocked when he saw Hong Xiucai beating people with a stick. He quickly consumed his energy along with his classmates.
Everyone walked out of the classroom, entered the second courtyard, and returned to the dormitory where Sun Shan lived. The kitchen was set up here.
Day students can pay to eat in the school, or they can bring their own lunch boxes and have Aunt Zhang help heat up the food.
However, Sun Shan did not find that day students ate in the school. They all brought their own lunch boxes from home.
After school at noon, come to the kitchen to get your lunch box.
Sun Shan squatted on the stone steps with the students from Class C to eat.
After carefully counting the number of people, I found that there were quite a few students, 26 in total, and most of them were from the introductory class.
Everyone sat close together, talking and laughing while eating.
Sun Shan wanted a second-rate meal, with one piece of meat, one vegetable and a soup.
The meat is lean meat, stir-fried directly. The vegetable is Chinese cabbage, which is boiled and cooked. The soup is egg soup with a few eggs in it.
Overall, I am very satisfied.
A big bowl of taro rice is enough to fill you up.
Ou Hanjun's meal was also of the second tier. He sat next to Sun Shan and asked with concern, "Ashan, are you used to today's meal?"
Sun Shan nodded and said, "It's just what I'm used to. It's almost the same as what I eat at home."
Sun Shan was also a person who often ate meat, and everyone in the family gave him food in return.
Huang, in particular, took out a few copper coins and went to the pork seller to cut a small piece of meat just enough for Sun Shan to eat, and then steamed it and ate it.
There was also cured meat, sausages and cured duck brought back from the city, but the family was reluctant to eat them and left them all for Sun Shan.
In fact, the food at home was better than that at school. At least every meal was rice, not sweet potato rice or taro rice.
When Ou Hanjun saw Sun Shan eating happily, he believed that he was really used to it.
Everyone ate, drank and chatted.
Sun Shan asked curiously, "Ah Jun, there are so many people in the school. Are they all taught by Master Hong?"
Mr. Hong stayed in Class C all morning today, so he definitely won’t be able to handle Class B, Class A, and the introductory class in the afternoon.
I'm too busy to have enough time.
Before Ou Hanjun could explain, Zeng Jiajun next to him muttered, "Master Hong only teaches the science exam class, the enlightenment class is taught by little Master Hong."
Sun Shan asked doubtfully, "Master Xiao Hong?"
Could it be Mr. Hong’s son?
According to Uncle Hong, Mr. Hong has two sons, but they are not around and are working in Zhangzhou Prefecture. Uncle Hong did not say what they do specifically.
Only the two youngest grandsons and granddaughter were left in Huangyang County, living with Hong Xiucai and his wife.
My grandson is about 3 years old and hasn’t started school yet, so he is not in the enlightenment class.
Zeng Jiajun whispered, "Master Xiao Hong is our master's nephew. He passed the examination to become a student a few years ago."
The fat boy Du Zhipu added: "Master Xiao Hong is in charge of teaching the introductory class. He was preparing for the exam while teaching. Alas, he took the exam twice but still failed. It's too difficult."
Sun Shan probably understood that Master Hong wanted to take the examination to become a scholar, but his family was probably not well-off and could not afford to support him to take the examination without doing any work.
So he came to Hong's School to teach.
Firstly, as a student, he was more than qualified to teach an elementary class. Secondly, teaching did not separate him from books, which was of great benefit to further study. Thirdly, when he was teaching at Hongshi School, he had Hong Xiucai by his side, so he could ask questions at any time.
Master Xiao Hong and Scholar Hong are relatives, so Scholar Hong will certainly tell him everything he knows, and he also hopes that Master Xiao Hong can pass the exam to become a scholar and strengthen the Hong family.
Suddenly, the tall and thin He Weizhan pointed in the direction of Uncle Hong and said, "Ashan, that's Master Hong."
Sun Shan followed the direction of the finger and saw Uncle Hong chatting with a young man about 25 years old.
Taking a closer look at Master Hong, you have to admit, he really does look a bit like Scholar Hong. Both of them are tall and thin with a long face.
Sun Shan looked at Uncle Hong again and discovered that Uncle Hong, Little Master Hong, and Scholar Hong were quite similar, indeed they were from the same family.
Then he looked for Hong Jian, who was sitting on the stone steps eating. Upon closer inspection, he found that the four people with the surname Hong really looked alike, and standing together they looked like a family.
One has to marvel at the wonders of genes.