Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

　　 On the morning of September 1, the family got up early and had breakfast quickly. Feng Yiping and his father set off for school.

　　 Both of them are not lightly burdened.

　　 Feng Zhenchang is carrying a burden, one end is a desk with neatly stacked quilts and mosquito nets, and the other end is 30 kilograms of rice—this is Feng Yiping's one-month ration.

　　 Feng Yiping is carrying a schoolbag with paper and pen in it, and old textbooks borrowed from seniors in the same village. Because there is no money to pay the tuition, at least I can't get the book today, so I can only plan early. Also stuffed with an enamel bowl and an iron spoon, this is the guy who eats.

　　 My hands are not idle, one side is a plastic basin and the other is a net bag.

　　 There are two canned and bottled pickles in the net pocket. This is his meal for a week. A small bottle of chili is fried tofu. It saves some points and can eat about two meals.

　　 Live in school from the 5th grade of elementary school, then three years of junior high school, three years of technical secondary school, a total of 8 years. In the past eight years, except for the winter and summer vacations, he basically used pickled vegetables for food, which has been deeply carved into the bones and branded in the taste. As a result, when I go home every year for the New Year, what I most want to eat is the pickles my mother picks, because I can't buy it outside. My mother sometimes said to him, "What's so delicious about that thing? I haven't eaten enough after 8 years?"

　　 Feng Hongbing left when they were eating, and the father and son went to the entrance of the village and joined the other two families. One is at the same level as him, and is still in the same class, Feng Wen. In fact, his grades are average and his father is also carrying the burden.

　　 Another Feng Haitao is going to be in the third year of junior high school. Feng Yiping's textbook was borrowed. He doesn't need to bring his desk, but it's not easy. He carries a schoolbag and a big bag. Since the second grade of junior high school is a monthly vacation, I can only go home once a month. I need to bring more pickles and a change of clothes.

It’s almost the way to Grandpa’s house, just under the mountain where Feng Yiping is looking at the scenery, turn north, turn over another mountain, pass through a village, and cross a river barefoot. The road is on the other side of the road. , Is the township middle school.

　　 For children in rural areas, school is an extraordinary place. At present, only through here can they walk out a road that is different from their parents, facing the loess and back to the sky. Parents also hope that from the first day of school, parents will say to the teacher, "The child is left to you. If you are not obedient, if you do not study well, you should beat or scold if you should."

　　 Take a look, you don’t want to talk about beating and scolding, and beating is placed before scolding. Twenty years later, no wise teacher would dare to punish students physically, let alone that corporal punishment was endorsed by parents.

Therefore, teachers not only give them knowledge, but also have the same rights as their parents to punish them. Therefore, to a certain extent, in the eyes of children, teachers are more authoritative than parents, and parents agree with this point. of.

　　 Therefore, for the children, the school at this time is a place with a sacred meaning, the same house, the same people, but there seems to be something different and awe-inspiring in it.

　　 After taking a job, when I go home, the road has been connected to the village and I can go back directly by car. But every time he passed by here, he wanted to see again, but he never caught sight of this place like a holy place in his childhood.

　　 At that time, his hometown changed a lot, and he could not recognize many places. The school has also changed a lot. The school gate no longer faces the road, and high walls have been erected around it, and even the teaching building inside is invisible. The original school gate was replaced by a high wall. Hey, it should be here? How is a wall? I was hesitating and thinking about it, just in the blink of an eye, the school that was like a holy place in my childhood was left far behind.

　　 Township Middle School is just sandwiched between two hills, with the back of the other hill, and the gate facing the road. There are gray brick walls on both sides of the door to enclose the gap between the left and right mountains. This is actually just a symbolic meaning, because the school only has a section of the wall here, and other places are open. Except for this door, you can actually enter the school from all directions.

When 　　 got ashore, he saw a two-story rectangular building. This is the only building in the school. It is the teacher’s dormitory and where they work.

　　 At this time, in front of the building and on the playground behind the school gate, many students came to report with their parents. Most of them carry their hands on their shoulders, and only a few of them live on the roadside with their parents riding bicycles. There are more than a dozen teachers busy among them.

　　 The most lively place is the office on the left under the building, where the life teacher lives. The two teachers were busy there. A scale was placed on the ground in front of the door, and the parents gathered around, weighed the rice on the scale, and then went to the window and paid the corresponding amount of money—because it was just Rice, to become rice, you need to burn firewood. The school does not collect firewood, only money, and then replace it with a mahjong tile-sized meal ticket in red and green. The red one is two taels. You have porridge and steamed buns for breakfast. The green ones are four or two, used at noon and evening.

The general layout of the school is like this. The entrance to the school is the playground. Go up a few steps. The two-story building is in the middle of the platform. On the left and right of the building, there are four tiled houses on each side. These are classrooms. On the **** behind the building, there are side by side. Another row of tiled houses, this is the dormitory; on the hill to the left of the school, there is a water tower; under the hill, there is a pond, there are several houses beside the pond, that is the kitchen, and the classroom is on the right; on the hill on the right, There is a single-family courtyard, where the principal and deputy principals live and work.

　　 Feng Haitao helped watching on the playground. He and Feng Wen both carried their desks to the first grade classroom. The classroom is on the left, the first two are for the third grade, the middle is the second for the first grade, and their class is in the last one.

The class teacher Wang Yumin, with loose hair, wearing a blue dress with white dots, and white high heels, is standing on the podium, directing the early classmates to set the desks. The classmates sitting below are not looking left with novelty. Looking from the right, I was talking with my classmates who were at the same table or who I knew before.

Seeing the two of them came in with the table and asked for their name, Feng Yiping answered with his head held up. At this time, Feng Yiping was shorter than Wang Yumin, but he remembered clearly that by the third grade, he was better than Wang Yumin. It's almost a head higher.

When he knew it was Feng Yiping, Wang Yumin took a second look. Feng Yiping graduated from elementary school with the first grade, and ranked fifth in the village. Such students are placed in the class. Wang Yumin is of course welcome of. Wang Yumin arranged for the two of them to move the table to the fifth row inside against the wall, which was against the second window.

　　 The entire classroom is arranged in 2, 2, and 3, with 3 rows and 7 columns, with two aisles in the middle. There are three columns at the bottom. Before them, in the fifth row by the window, there is a girl with short hair and an oval face sitting there. Seeing the girl, Feng Wen whispered to Feng Yiping, "I'll sit in the middle, okay!"

　　 Feng Yiping smiled, "No problem."

When Feng Yiping’s desk was brought in, Feng Wen was there to strike up a conversation with the female classmate, what is your name, which elementary school, the female classmate only said that her surname was Wen, and then she ignored her, looking down at the table. Feng Yiping saw the cover of this novel when turning the book. It should be a pirated romantic novel.

People in the class came in and out, and parents came in to talk to Wang Yumin. Not long after Feng Zhenchang and Feng Wen’s father also came in. When the two of them went up, the two fathers were talking about the same content as before. You discipline, beat and scold as you like.

　　 However, these words now show an attitude. Teachers in junior high schools are all graduates of subject classes, which are different from elementary school teachers. Besides, from now on, Feng Yiping and the others will no longer celebrate Children's Day, but Youth Day, and their self-esteem will become stronger day by day. Teachers must always take their feelings into consideration. Therefore, scolding, maybe, probably, possible, no, there will definitely be, but there will be no fighting.

Finally, Feng Zhenchang talked about the situation at home. Because of the bad conditions, the tuition fee was not collected for a while, and he had to wait until it was collected before paying. Wang Yumin also said very well. I guess this is not the first time he has said this. "My family is also in the countryside. I know that it's not easy in the countryside. This year's tuition is the highest in these years. It doesn't matter if I don't get it all the time, I can pay it later."

　　 After talking with Wang Yumin, Feng Yiping followed his father outside the classroom, and his father handed him the meal ticket, "Uncle is on the other side of the road. I will take you to the door."

　　 This uncle is actually a relative of his mother, and the cousin who married his mother is not the kind of relative who can't beat him.

　　 Uncle Lin Kaiming eats public meals and works at the Rural Agricultural Machinery Station. He originally lived in a village on the other side of the river. In the past two years, people in the village have realized the convenience of the road. Some wealthy people have built houses next to the school, and gradually, a small village has been formed. My uncle’s house also built a two-story building here last year, the first group of people to build a building in Sili Baxiang.

　　 Feng Yiping When they arrived, Lin Kaiming had just left, and he also sent his youngest son to the junior journal. My aunt is here, and my daughter Lin Hui, Feng Zhenchang is talking to her aunt, and Lin Hui is also talking to Feng Yiping next to her.

　　 Lin Hui is one year older than Feng Yiping. She also entered junior high school this year, and she happened to be in the same class as Feng Yiping. He completed the formalities early and took the books back.

　　 Lin Hui can be considered beautiful, she is also very fashionable, and she is also very decent in receiving people and things. Of course, she also conforms to the general practice, that is, beautiful girls generally have bad grades.

　　 Because of his relatives with Feng Yiping, I have been asking Feng Yiping for cheat sheets for three years in junior high school. I remember the final exam in the next semester of the first grade. If I didn’t pay attention, UU read www.uukanshu.com too hard and copied too much. As a result, he actually took the eighth place. When Wang Yumin offered special praise, there was a lot of laughter in the classroom. Classmates all know what is going on.

　　 Auntie wants to stay for dinner, Feng Zhenchang has repeatedly refused to leave. It is still early, and it is still early in the afternoon. It is still something to go back in the afternoon. Feng Yiping wants to go back to school to arrange the dormitory, so he left.

　　 Of course Lin Hui stayed at home. She meant it would not matter if she went to school tomorrow.

　　 also exhorted a few more words, nothing more than working hard, listening to the teacher, uniting with classmates and so on, and then meeting Feng Wen's father, they went home, walked faster, and could do the things in the afternoon.

When I entered the classroom, I saw Xiao Zhijie’s father Xiao Jianping talking to Wang Yumin. In the third row, the fat Xiao Zhijie was lying on the table. He was not the face full of flesh and flesh, but also some Baby is fat, very happy.

　　 Hehe, this is one of his two best friends and brothers in his life. The world is always very strange. Some people who are related by blood may become passers-by or even enemies in the end, while some strangers who have nothing to do with each other will eventually become confidants and friends, and they can even trust and trust everything for life. brothers.

　　 Feng Yiping will have two people in the future, one is Xiao Zhijie who is still carrying some baby fat, and the other is Wang Changning who should be in the next class. Feng Yiping is very fortunate, satisfied, and grateful to have such two such friends throughout his life.

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