Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

　　 Chapter 15 Apprenticeship

　　 The next day, Feng Yiping remembered that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I was looking for someone to give extra lessons. It seemed not good to go empty-handed. But he rummaged through the desk a few times. There was really nothing to bring. He had to find a way. It would be better to have some gadgets for their little daughter.

　　 So he took Xiao Zhijie, and this kid had a few pocket money, went to the small shop opened by the physical education teacher outside the school, and asked him to pay for it and discuss what to buy.

The 　　 canteen is a bungalow covered with asbestos tiles, with its back against the school wall. For Feng Yiping, this kind of place now is equivalent to the later Louis Vuitton and Armani specialty stores. At this stage, everything you need to buy with money is luxury for him. It’s okay. He won’t wait for a year. Go in once.

　　 There is a glass cabinet in the middle, and behind the wall is a row of wooden shelves. In addition to stationery, the items on display are daily necessities such as tobacco and alcohol, some snacks, and some small toys. To be honest, there are not many types of goods. Not to mention the others, some of the snacks are packaged biscuits. The others are mostly sunflower seeds, twists, and strange beans in plastic bags.

　　 However, Feng Yiping will still think of the smell in the store many years later. The first thing he smelled was the smell of tobacco. Of course it was not a good smoke. The old-fashioned smoker would feel rushing and choking, but this was the smell that was accustomed to the fathers in the village, and he felt very cordial. After that, it was a mixture of wine, sugar, milk scent of biscuits, and spiciness of strange beans. In short, it was very lifelike and attractive, so he missed it very much.

　　 Feng Yiping couldn't help but squinted his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Fortunately, the proprietress behind the counter was lowering her head to keep accounts. Xiao Zhijie came in and went straight to the snacks without paying attention to him.

Xiao Zhijie took a pack of broad beans for one dollar. It was a good choice for students like Xiao Zhijie who had pocket money to come to the small shop. As for other things like a few dollars, they had to weigh them for a long time. Buy now. He tore it open on the spot and poured a handful of it into Feng Yiping's hands. The spicy and sweet broad beans were the first snack that Feng Yiping had eaten apart from meals since he was reborn. It felt very different.

　　 When choosing something, Xiao Zhijie saw the water gun hanging on the wall at a glance, but Feng Yiping was not satisfied. Yes, children like water guns, but parents absolutely hate this thing. It makes the children cover themselves with water, and the house is sprayed with wet everywhere. If they accidentally spray water on others, they have to apologize. Especially later, when I went to the supermarket to buy milk for children, there were water cannons attached to them. In many cases, the family had seven or eight large and small, which caused him and Zhang Yan to have a headache. Of course, Xiao Zhijie, who is still a child, can't understand these.

　　 After some argument, Feng Yiping took the lead, and Xiao Zhijie bought a box of colored pens at 2.5 yuan. Of course, parents also hate crayons. After buying crayons for their son for the first time, he painted them everywhere on the walls, chairs, tables, sofas, books, clothes... It’s so colorful, not to mention how much effort it took to clean those things, just for the money spent on cleaning those things, you can buy dozens of boxes of colored pens.

　　 However, there is no other choice in the store. The colored pens are better than water guns for children to use their hands and trace some patterns in a picture book.

　　 Xiao Zhijie is a little fan of officials. On the way back to the classroom, he said, "A good relationship with Teacher Zhu means a good relationship with Teacher Wang. Then you will be the monitor of the next semester?"

　　 Feng Yiping was a little dumbfounded. This is the result of our thousands of years of traditional culture. Of course, after work, it would be great if you can have a full-time job! However, at present, what are the benefits of the middle school class cadres? The extra time is spent, and the exam will not add points, and sometimes become a teacher's minion and offend classmates.

　　 But this can also explain why Xiao Zhijie was appointed as the monitor in the first grade of secondary school and joined the student union of the school. It seems that he must have asked his parents to find the teacher in charge of public relations.

　　 The two stayed on the playground and finished the bag of broad beans before returning to the classroom. At this time, Xiao Zhijie’s tablemate, Zhang Qiuling, the daughter of the vice principal, also returned from dinner, and Xiao Zhi quickly returned to her seat.

　　 Feng Yiping looked at Huang Jingping over there, and wanted to laugh again. He used to say that he liked Huang Jingping, but now it seems that Zhang Qiuling is unusual. This is the love of a teenager!

　　Feng Yiping thought for a while, he still took the bottle of untouched pickles and put it in his school bag.

　　 The head teacher and his wife are dual employees, so they are divided into two adjacent rooms, and a door is taken out of the wall in the middle. This room, which serves as the living room and dining room, is crowded with dining tables, TV cabinets, and a small bamboo bookshelf. On a desk is a two-speaker tape recorder, textbooks, notebooks, and a few test papers.

Of course there is no decoration, but white paper is pasted on the wall in the living room with a word written on it. Feng Yiping looked at it and it was Su Shi’s "Fu on the Red Cliff". In the rest of the area, a few bamboos were painted. Whether it is calligraphy or bamboo, it should be the handwriting of Teacher Zhu. To be honest, Feng Yiping can't tell the good or bad, at least he can't tell the good, he can only say yes, the words are not ugly, the painting is not ugly. Of course, these decorations should be somewhat different from this room, but it can be regarded as their attitude and taste in life.

　　 When Feng Yiping arrived, they had finished their meal. Teacher Wang, the teacher in charge of the class, was at the dining table and was pigtailing his three-year-old daughter, Yanzi, while Teacher Zhu sat and watched. Feng Yiping greeted him, and Wang Yumin faintly responded, and continued to be busy competing with his daughter.

　　 Teacher Zhu looked at the crayons he took out and joked, "Oh, I'm so sensible. Did you bring gifts?"

　　 Feng Yiping said with a smile, "The first time I came, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, a meeting gift for the swallows. There is also this jar of pickles. You can adjust the seasoning. My mother's pickling skills are good."

　　Wang Yumin put down his comb, stuffed these two things into Feng Yiping's schoolbag, and said to her husband, "What did you say to Feng Yiping?"

Of course Feng Yiping refused. Wang Yumin said, "I don’t know why you want to learn painting and music. Logically, you are too busy with your regular classes. How can you have time to learn these? Even if you have good grades, you have a good foundation. The next step is also stressful. But since you want to learn, then I won’t stop you. You must know in your heart, you must ensure that you learn the six main courses well, and you must arrange your time. That’s it for your own pickles, you Where can I get the money to buy colored pens, I'm going to return it soon!"

　　 Teacher Zhu first called Qu, "What's wrong with the assistant class? It's not worth learning? We have been educated to develop morality, intelligence, physical education, and labor in an all-round way, right?"

　　 What can Feng Yiping say, he can only say "Ah!"

　　 Seeing that Wang Yumin asked Feng Yiping to return the colored pens, he hugged Yanzi and said, "Forget it, you don't know the temperament of Lao Wang's wife, can she refund you the things she paid in cash?"

　　Wang Yumin thinks about it, too. The physical education teacher’s wife is notoriously only able to get in, and ask Feng Yiping to retire, which is embarrassing him.

Teacher Zhu continued, "Since you have brought it, I will accept it. In fact, I am very gratified that you do this. This shows that your family tutor is good and you are very sensible. Behave beforehand, no matter how good your grades are, In the future, if you want to get a master's or a doctorate, or study abroad, you must remember this truth. As a person, academic performance is only part of it. Am I right, Wang Yumin?"

Wang Yumin said, "Yes, you are growing up slowly now, and you have to learn how to behave, but don’t pay attention to these things when you come to the teacher’s house, remember? In the future, you will be admitted to a good university and find a good job. You come to see the teacher again with a present, the teacher is very welcome!"

It can only be said that Teacher Zhu is very clear. Wang Yumin deserves to be the teacher in charge. Feng Yiping lowered his head and said yes, and then took the opportunity to pass the colored pen to Swallow, "Swallow, this is the colored pen given to you by uncle. Let's draw together. Is the painting good?"

　　 Teacher Zhu laughed when he said that, and Wang Yumin called out, "Feng Yiping! What uncle?"

　　 Okay, it seems that I can’t fill the seniors. Feng Yiping changed his words to Yanzi and said, "Brother brought you this. Can we paint?"

　　 But with such a noise, the a little serious atmosphere just alive became active again.

　　 With a finger in his mouth, the swallow looked at Wang Yumin—well, this confirmed who was in charge of this family. Wang Yumin nodded, and she reached out and took it without saying thank you. She ran to the desk to find paper. Also know to draw on paper, not bad!

　　Wang Yumin educates his daughter over there, "What did you forget to say to your brother?"

　　 Swallow turned his head, and said gruffly, "Thank you brother!"

　　 was sitting at the dining table, and Teacher Zhu asked Feng Yiping, "Why do you want to learn painting and music?"

Feng Yiping thought for a while and said, "I went to my grandmother's house during the summer vacation. The paintings my cousin in the third grade of elementary school drew were very naive. However, the paintings I drew were similar to him. At that time, I felt very ashamed. Sorry."

　　 Teacher Zhu and Teacher Wang both laughed. Teacher Zhu said, "Wang Yumin, don't laugh, your paintings are actually similar to those of swallows."

　　Wang Yumin thought, really.

　　 "For this reason?" he then asked.

"Also, I personally think that painting can cultivate our ability to observe and pay attention to those beautiful and detailed places. For example, now, when I am writing a composition, I see the scenery and I think it is beautiful, so beautiful, but Ask me to write, but I don’t know where to start. I always feel very blunt when I write. After I learn to paint, it will at least help in this respect."

　　En, Wang Yumin likes to hear these words.

Teacher Zhu couldn't help but look at Feng Yiping again. The hair on the toilet seat with dirt and scum, yellow and thin, with a delicate face, the sea soul shirt said the past, the blue pants, wearing a pair of cloth shoes, it seems to be at home No money for sandals. A typical rural child, at this age, has some tactics in dealing with people and talking, which is really good.

　　 "What about the music?"

　　 Feng Yiping thought for a while and wanted to say, “I can at least understand all the other textbooks sent to me, except for the music textbooks and the staff that I can’t read.

　　 This reason is of course far-fetched, but my students do not admit defeat in their studies. This attitude is still worthy of praise, and they did not go into it.

　　 "Then how much do you want to learn?"

　　 Feng Yiping thought about it a long time ago, "For music, I need to be able to understand the staff, I can sing with the staff, and then I hear a new song, and I can write about it."

Teacher Zhu rolled up the trousers again, and patted with his hands on his knees, "It is not difficult to read music, but it is not easy to compose it after hearing the song. Besides, painting in this way is even more demanding. Up?"

Feng Yiping said, "Nor, just like what you do in class, you can quickly draw a person's outline and draw his clothes vividly. In addition, I drew a Santana that others would not see as a sign. "

　　 "Puff", the two parents-in-law smiled unkindly, and Feng Yiping also accompanied with a naive smile.

　　 Teacher Zhu said, "Quick and vivid, well, you can't say that your requirements are not high."

　　 Wang Yumin said, "The sign, Santana, I didn't see it, you know how to even cars."

　　 Feng Yiping said hurriedly, "No, my uncle told me when he came back from the provincial capital. I only know the two car names."

"I know your request," Teacher Zhu said, "In this case, if I have time, I will call you over. I think it should be able to meet your requirements in more than a year." He glanced at Wang Yumin, "If After more than a year, I can’t learn well. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can’t help it. By the third grade, your Teacher Wang will not let you spend any more time learning these things.”

　　 Teacher Wang didn't speak, as if he didn't hear it, but they all understood that this was the default.

　　 Feng Yiping said quickly, "Then I will work hard for Teacher Zhu next!"

　　 "It's not hard! Remember not to take anything next time, but I brought some dried sweet potatoes, persimmons, and chestnuts at home, the teacher still accepts them!"

Wang Yumin quickly added, "Feng Yiping, Mr. Zhu is joking, don’t take it seriously. As long as you guarantee the grades in the class, the teacher welcomes you and Mr. Zhu to learn these things, and you don’t need to bring anything. Mr. Zhu would like to have someone. I really learned this from him, remember."

　　 In the end, Feng Yiping thought that he would teach him to paint still life first, and Teacher Zhu said to him unceremoniously, "You too value yourself too much. You haven't learned how to walk. You want to run? First draw the line!"

Okay, first draw the line. This is something that seems easy but difficult to do. After more than half an hour passed, Feng Yiping had not touched the doorway, and Wang Yumin went into the bedroom and took out two mooncakes wrapped in oil paper. "Okay, I'm going to self-study. I'll talk about it tomorrow. You take these two mooncakes with you." He said that he stuffed it into his schoolbag.

　　 Feng Yiping did not refuse, but stood up and said thank you to the teacher, and then greeted Yanzi, "Yanzi, brother is going to class!"

　　 This time, Swallow said, "Goodbye, brother!"

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