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Nowadays, the term "literacy" had long been removed from the stage of China's history.
It was rare for a child under 40 years old to have illiterate parents, but illiteracy was at least the generation of their grandparents.
China's literacy campaign started in the 50s and lasted until the 21st century. It was a miracle in human history that the illiteracy rate had dropped from 80% to less than 3%.
When the new China was founded, it was difficult to find two out of ten people who could write their own names. People who graduated from primary school were considered literate, unlike now, where there were as many university graduates as dogs and PhDs everywhere.
After the reform and opening up, there was another round of literacy campaigns. The entire Hongheqiao Commune failed to meet the literacy targets every year, and Li Zhuang was at the bottom every year.
This time, the county was determined. If any village failed to meet the targets, the brigade's secretary would also reach the end.
Liu Chuanqi panicked and discussed with the secretary of Shangba Village. The two villages started classes together, and everyone was mobilized before Chinese New Year's Eve, hoping to get this done.
This time, it was a temporary team. The county did not send any literacy team members, so they could only push a few primary school teachers and Li He to be civil teachers. They did not care if they were willing or not, and the candidates were decided.
They cleaned up the village committee's house and hung up a blackboard. There were no tables or chairs, so they could only move some broken wooden benches to make a classroom.
With a classroom, Liu Chuanqi encountered the same problem as before. The villagers were not enthusiastic and did not want to come. Most of the targets were women. Someone said, "Take care of the children, wash clothes, and cook during the day. How can they have time to go to a civil school?"
Some old ladies with a feudal mindset did not allow their daughters and daughters-in-law to go to literacy classes. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w]
They said, "What's so good about men and women going to a civil school in the middle of the night? How can cotton not burn when it comes to fire? "
Li He saw that Liu Chuanqi was angry and was in a difficult position, so he said, "Shout over the loudspeaker that our village did not meet the literacy targets. We will take back the land and start eating from the same pot again."
In this day and age, who would want to eat from the same pot after experiencing the benefits of having too much land?
Liu Chuanqi stomped his feet and did as he was told, thinking that he had to teach these troublesome old women a lesson.
As soon as the broadcast in the village rang, the group of stubborn villagers had to come even if they didn't want to. They stared at him helplessly, cursing and compromising at the same time.
Wang Yulan was not willing to go to the literacy office no matter what. She squeaked, "The living and dead are all blind. Can you become an immortal just by knowing a few more words? I can hold a hoe, but holding a brush is too difficult. "
There were too many people who thought like Wang Yulan. In the past, she was illiterate, but she still lived well. Now that she had to deal with this, she was just causing trouble.
However, there were also some who were proactive and hoped to learn a few more words.
On the day of the class, it was only a few days before Chinese New Year's Eve. Li He went to class with confidence. He saw that there were more than a dozen slogans on the two wooden walls and one wall of the central room. One of the slogans was written in Gorky's words: Books are the ladder of human progress.
Another is Lenin's words: Socialism cannot be built in a country full of illiterates.
The cadres of the brigade distributed literacy textbooks to everyone, and Li He also took one.
There was a list of commonly used words in the textbook, and there were 2500 words listed.
One village committee had more than 80 people from two villages. There were people standing, squatting, sitting, and all kinds of people.
The older ones were in their 40s or 50s, and the younger ones were around 25 or 26. They were all wearing different colors.
"One chair, h, h, h, h must be written in the top grid, occupying the first and second grid." Li He was forced to do volunteer work in the classroom.
To learn how to read, he definitely had to start from Pinyin …
There were many young girls and young wives in the room, and the room was filled with chatter. Li He kept hitting the stick in his hand that was used as a pointer, but he just couldn't quiet down. It was very annoying.
These were not real students, but familiar faces from the village. He couldn't say anything harsh, or it would hurt the harmony.
Some people were eating melon seeds, some were digging the soles of shoes, and there were many who were gossiping. It was noisy, but not many people were listening seriously.
Below the stage was even his mother, Wang Yulan, who was chatting happily with Pan Guangcai.
He couldn't say anything, but he couldn't scold her either. Li He braced himself and stood on the stage, spittle flying everywhere.
Li He struggled for two nights, but there was nothing he could do. After discussing with the two school teachers, he finally said, "Let's divide them into fast and slow classes. We have to at least train the group of people who are serious about learning."
A female school teacher said, "That's good too. Otherwise, it would be like a swarm of bees messing around, and some people wouldn't be able to listen even if they wanted to."
A male teacher said, "We should have done this earlier. The past two days have been hard on us. We'll draw lots for who will lead the fast class and who will lead the slow class. "
The next day, Li He and the two teachers chose a few ambitious people to enter the fast class. There were about 40 of them, which was quite gratifying.
After the classes were divided, they tidied up the room where they used to keep the farm tools. They tidied it up again and made it presentable.
With the fast and slow classes, the teaching order was much better. It was completely different from the past.
Although the adults in the fast class had never been to school, they learned very quickly. They had a thirst for knowledge, and because they were eager to learn, they had learned to read from other sources. Most of them knew how to write their own names.
However, everyone wrote their names seriously and seriously. Although the handwriting was a little crooked, the improvement was obvious.
The literacy class had one class every night, and the requirement was to be able to read, write, and use three to five words. This progress was considered fast, because the learning time was only a little more than an hour. Considering the winter weather, the time could not be too long, or else it would be unbearable.
However, this requirement was met by the students in the western literacy class. This might have something to do with the fact that the textbooks were written to suit the life experience and interests of adults.
The adults' literacy class was effective, especially with their thirst for knowledge. Li He was a little emotional.
The students in this class also had to come from Shangba Village. Some of their families were not well off and did not have torches. A few women tied torches and walked home in the dark winter night through the snow.
As for laggards like Li He and his mother, Wang Yulan, they were in the slow class, picking at the soles of their shoes to get by.
The window facing Li He's podium had long been broken, and the cold wind was blowing fiercely at him. That night, he was so cold that his legs were numb.
The next day, when he was about to find something to block the window, he found that it had long been blocked with straw stuffed in woven bags.
There was only one girl sitting on the bench in the classroom, holding a book in her hand. She smiled at Li He and said, "Teacher Li, I saw that you were freezing. I came early, so the window was blocked."
Li He was not used to being called teacher by a group of young ladies and said hurriedly, "Don't call me teacher. I'm just a few days old. Just call me Erhe like them. You're not from Li Village, are you? "
The girl was stunned, and then said, "Why am I not from Li Village? You don't know me? No wonder, you've always been studying outside. My dad is He Laoxi. "
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