Back to 80s, after marrying a rough guy, she has a soft body and a sweet body

Chapter 24

It took less than half an hour to jump all the way to the central school.

From the central school to the village, there is a river.There is not much water in winter and spring, but in summer, the bridge deck will be flooded for more than 20 days.

The good thing was that it was summer vacation, so the kids didn't have to wade across the river.

There are long bluestone slabs on both sides of the pier, and many nearby villagers wash clothes, quilt covers and other large things here.A little further downstream, there is a small puddle that was manually dug out, where people nearby wash vegetables.

When she was passing by on the bridge, there happened to be a few women who were washing the quilt, saw her greeted a few times, and one wanted to ask her to draw flowers on the shoe upper.

"Okay, I'll go deliver food to my sister first, and I'll tell you if you're still here when I come over later, if you go back first, you can come to my house to find me whenever you're free."

After waving to several sisters-in-law and aunts, she continued to move forward.Walk another mile to the school.

It's strange to say.Their central school was built on a depression, but every year the floods do not submerge the school.

Under the willow tree more than 200 meters southeast of the school is the Guanyin Temple, which is full of incense.

Theology and science go hand in hand!
Worship the Goddess of Mercy for not delaying the villagers in sending their children to school and asking them to study well.

Dong Yanru talked to the uncle in the reception room, and found the eldest sister's office with a lunch box.

These days the village schools are still bungalows.The area is not small, there is no playground, only a simple basketball hoop.The iron frame was rusted, and it was pressed with two blue stones, and the basket was crooked.

The teaching building has gray walls and black tiles, inside are long wooden tables and stools that seat two people.The blackboard is plastered on the wall and then painted with black paint.

Dong Yanru had never seen such a simple school in his previous life.

The row of bungalows facing the classroom is the classroom office.

The top one is the office of the principal and two directors, next to it is the office of the junior high school teacher, in the middle is the infirmary, and after that is the office of the elementary school teacher.

Regardless of the fact that there are village schools ranging from kindergarten to elementary school to junior high school, in fact there are not many students studying, a total of three to four hundred students.

When Dong Yanru arrived, Dong Qiu had just finished a class.

Before she had time to eat breakfast, she was so hungry that her head hurt a little.

Dong Yanru looked at the window for a long time before seeing her sister lying in the corner.The tall homework book almost completely covered her up.

"Sister." Dong Yanru called out, and entered through the back door, "You are hungry, hurry up and eat something."

Dong Qiu has been a little hypoglycemic.Life will be better in the future, and she will always have chocolates and other candies in her bag, but now it is a good life to have a glass of sugar water.

"Quick, it's still hot." Dong Yanru helped put away the homework on the table, found a piece of waste paper to put it on, opened the lunch box, and stuffed rice with chopsticks directly into Dong Qiu's hands.

What is the most touching situation?That's the case that's most moving.

Dong Qiu never thought that his sister would bring her food, and he didn't know how to express it for a while.

"Hurry up, why are you looking at me?"

Dong Qiu sat down beside her, and picked up the newspapers subscribed by the school to read.

The newspaper is out of date, but the content above is still "news" to Dong Yanru, and she reads it with gusto.

It's a pity that I don't have much literary talent, otherwise I would copy a few beautiful articles, comment and so on, and submit it. It seems that the fee for the manuscript is quite good.

While flipping through the newspaper, she silently regretted in her heart.

The breakfast at home is not considered rich, but Dong Yanru never wants to lose his stomach.For the few eggs, she always forced them to eat more according to the head of the family.If you don’t have money to eat meat, you have to find a way to supplement protein to improve your body’s resistance.

"Sister, look at this." She folded up the newspaper and handed it to Dong Qiu, "The Provincial Staff Skills Competition is about to start registration. This is the second skill competition held within the industry. Winners or outstanding performers will be Selected to be sent to provincial vocational and technical schools for professional training."

Dong Qiu didn't understand what she meant after reading it.

"Oh, sister, don't you think this is tailor-made for the second child?"

Dong Qiu frowned.The second child in the family is the one with the worst grades and has no talent for reading at all. Is it okay to send him to a technical school?Would it be embarrassing if I couldn't graduate?
Two lifetimes, decades of intimate relationship, Dong Yanru can see through her thoughts at a glance.

"Hey, you can't always think that everything is in place before you do it. If you don't try it, how do you know he can't do it? I think it's because you didn't force him, and he developed the temperament of retreating when he dies."

Dong Yanru looked left and right again, and leaned closer to her sister's ear: "The Song family is entangled with him tightly. I asked my cousin to inquire about the situation. The Song family is untouchable. Zhang Peng is just a bastard. The Song family It belongs to leech from top to bottom."

Dong Qiu works at the school, so he has enough sources of information, so he must know something about the Song family.It's just that she was kind and didn't bring it up.Hearing what the third child said, my heart was moved, and I felt that it was not impossible.

"You go back first, I have to go to the central school in the town for a meeting in the afternoon, do you want me to bring you something?"

Dong Yanru leaned back and raised a small face: "No need, I have to go back and think about the promotional draft I will use next week, and Wei Bin will come over to discuss with me tomorrow where to start."

"It's a bit regular." Seeing her lazy look, Dong Qiu patted her and stuffed the packed lunch box into the net pocket, "Go back quickly, don't bring me food in the future, it's too troublesome."

"I don't think you are annoying, just a little bit." Making a face for Dong Qiu, Dong Yanru picked up the net bag and walked out.

Just when the get out of class was over, as soon as the students and teachers rushed out, she was in no hurry to go out, and ran to the window to look out.

This year is different from when she was studying. The children don't have too many equipment and chat topics, but there are more outdoor games than she did back then.

Shuttlecock kicking, rope skipping, marbles, etc. You can play wherever you find an empty space, regardless of the venue.

Seeing a group of little girls kicking shuttlecocks around, Dong Yanru felt that his shadowless feet were about to move.

"Ms. Dong, can I ask you to help me in the next class? My son is sick, and I have to rush back to take him to the hospital immediately." The math teacher from the first year of junior high school rushed in, sweating on his forehead.

"I have class next semester..." Dong Qiu also became anxious, "I'll help you ask if other teachers have class."

Their village school did not require them to sit in class, and the teachers came only when they had classes. It was not like in the future when everyone had a mobile phone and could be notified by calling.

"No, there are classes, what should I do?"

"Well, teacher, what do you teach? If possible, can I help you with an art class?"

"You are?" The math teacher was too anxious to notice that there was a stranger in the office.

"This is my sister. She is good at drawing. How about asking her to help you with a lesson? I'll go and talk to the director."

Taking an art class is better than letting the students study by themselves. Without the teacher watching, they can turn the world upside down.

"It's okay, Mr. Wang, you go back first, the child is important." The middle-aged Mediterranean teacher standing at the door spoke.

(End of this chapter)