In addition to daily homework, the final exams of each semester scare Tan Miao even more.
Generally speaking, exams are torture for children with poor grades. For good students, scores can be exchanged for praise from teachers, envy from classmates, and gifts from parents.
Tan Miao's grades are actually very good, often in the top few, and in the teacher's mind they belong to the group of top students.
But their criteria for judging are different from Ms. Lei's.
In grades 1, 2, and 3, two full marks in Chinese and mathematics are required; in grades 4, 5, and 6, Chinese has a composition, so it is relaxed to at least 98 points for each subject.
As long as it is one point short of the requirement, it is ten boards in the palm of your hand.
Sometimes, even if the requirements are met, if it is because of sloppy mistakes on simple questions, you will still hit ten boards.
Lei Fang used to be a female worker in a textile factory, and later learned to make clothes from an old tailor. After quitting the factory, she used the sewing machine she bought before to open a small clothes mending shop in the community, specializing in repairing and repairing. .
Her ruler is the kind of thick wooden ruler used to measure clothes. It is as long as the palm of the hand to the forearm joint, and the width of the three fingers is parallel.
Lei Fang is not a delicate person, she is quite strong, if she hits with a foot, a trace will be left immediately.
There was a test that was quite difficult, and the highest score in the whole grade was only more than 90 points.
That time, Tan Miao had to suffer more than a hundred boards in total for the two classes. She was in pain, but she dared not cry out.
If the number is small, you will suffer more, and if you count too much, you will be punished.
If you count slowly, you will be beaten, and if you count too fast, you will be taught a lesson.
"one two three four five six!¡¡"
Tan Miao's voice was hoarse, and she yelled loudly, as if she wanted to vent her inner emotions. Her eyes were red and red, but she didn't even dare to shed tears, and she forced her eyes back into her sockets with her head raised.
The aunt next door felt distressed when she saw it.
A girl who is only so young, even if she wants to teach children, she can't be so cruel, right?
If they didn't know about this family, they would have thought that Lei Fang was Tan Miao's stepmother.
But no matter who persuaded her, Lei Fang refused to stop and insisted on hitting more than one hundred sticks with that ruler.
When the ruler was broken after beating, she just picked up a new one and continued beating.
After the fight was over, she triumphantly went to chat with the body next door:
"You guys, I don't understand! To educate a child is to be ruthless, otherwise how will she become a talent in the future? The old saying has been said, talents are born with a golden stick. The words of the ancestors can't be wrong, right? Tan Miao, she has been able to fight all these years More than 90% and 100%, it¡¯s not because I teach well! Your grandson is too indulgent, what should he do if he learns badly in the future? Let me tell you, he should be stricter. What do these children know? !"
The aunt next door smiled embarrassingly, and said a few perfunctory words. He only glanced at Tan Miao pityingly, it was really not good to intervene.
Lei Fang won't listen if she talks too much, maybe she will think she is nosy.
After all, it is someone's own child, so how can others intervene in educating the child?
This time, Tan Miao's hand was swollen for more than half a month, and her fingers were like black-and-green sausages, and it hurt badly even if she took a breath. But she still had to write with a pen, not only had to complete her vacation homework, but also copied the test paper ten times, because Lei Fang felt that she made so many mistakes because she did too few questions. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com