Chapter 652: Bringing glory to the village and sending Huazi in vain

Author: Biantang Wushi

Chapter 652: Bringing glory to the village and sending Huazi in vain

I remember that at that time, the entire school only ordered a selection of compositions. At the beginning of each month, as long as the postman delivered them, he often delivered them to me immediately, and he was reluctant to read them. When I finished reading them, I took the selection of compositions to the office, or he came to my house and discussed with me which articles were well written and which ones were not well written, if we wrote them ourselves, how should we write them, etc. Then he took them over and took them over and asked me to carve some good articles, mimeograph them, and distributed them to my classmates.

But I am also very successful and did not disappoint his high hopes. In the entire primary school stage, whether it is Chinese language competitions, mathematics competitions, Chinese language journal competitions, mathematics journal competitions, I participated on behalf of the school every time, and almost every time I won the first prize, and I was rated as a county three-good student and a city three-good student many times. Speaking of this, someone asked, "Why did you get so outstanding, why did you end up at the city level suddenly? Why don't there be any awards in the province?"

I only realized this when I grew up that in that era, as a rural child, first of all, you had no chance to participate in provincial competitions, and you could not afford the travel expenses alone. This is secondary. More importantly, we don’t have the ability, the only thing that can be achieved is the grades, but there are many people with good grades. Until later, I met an insider who said that at that time, the three good students at the provincial level were all urbanites. If rural children want to win such a big award, unless there are any particularly impressive deeds, where can we do it?

I remember that when I was in the fifth grade, I participated in Chinese and math competitions. On the same day and at the same time, Teacher Wang specially slept in the village education office for a long time before they agreed to let me participate in Chinese competitions first, and then handed in the papers and then did the math tests non-stop. Despite this, I still made a double-fire gun, earned him enough face and brought back the glory to the school.

Another time, the county had to randomly select 10 fifth-grade students from each primary school to go to the township to participate in the county's unified random examination. The principle of drawing the list is as follows: Each school is randomly drawn by relevant personnel from the county education bureau, and then 9 names are continued with this, with a total of 10 people participating.

After the list came out, Teacher Wang was suddenly listless like a deflated ball. Why? Because our school happened to avoid many masters in this range, and it was over. Although other teachers also advised him that we did not draw good students, and other schools were the same, Teacher Wang was still a little depressed. Suddenly he discovered a problem, among which a girl named Li Huihui was going to participate in the elementary school singing competition held in the village that day.

He reflected this question upwards, and he would definitely postpone another student. Maybe you guessed it, that's right, I was the student behind Li Huihui. Teacher Wang was so happy now that he hadn't taken the exam yet, and he had already had a chance of winning.

Sure enough, because of my participation in the competition, our school’s average score was increased by more than 5 points, ranking second in the county. After the results came out, Teacher Wang was so happy that he specially brought a roast chicken and half a pound of pork head to my house. My mother fryed two more dishes, and he and my father had a big wine together.

After graduating from high school, I went to college. How many times did Teacher Wang sigh, saying that if someone could give me some advice or the family burden was not that heavy, he would definitely be admitted to a better university.

In fact, since I went to high school, I have not been at home for much time. I can only go back one day a month, stay at home for one night and go back to school. It was almost the same when I was in college. This time, I went to Shenzhen and haven't come back for more than two years. I haven't seen everyone here for a long time, but I have always remembered Teacher Wang's kindness and grace of cultivation.

I really didn't expect that it was so late. He even came over from where he got the news. Everyone wanted to give up his seat. Although rural people do not have a high level of culture, everyone takes a high eye for cultural people. This also shows that the deep cultivation of Confucian culture in China over the past thousands of years has made us respect knowledge. I think the rural people in China have the simplest idea, which is to "farm and study and pass on family, and inherit poetry and books."

I hurriedly moved a chair over, asked Teacher Wang to sit down, lit a cigarette for him, and pulled a few words. I pulled it, and then I pulled it up to the matter of buying a house in Shenzhen. Someone asked me how much I spent to buy it.

I answered truthfully, it was more than 200,000 yuan.

This suddenly shocked the chins of the people present, because our family built the first two-story building for my brother seven years ago, and the total cost was only 30,000 yuan (the reason why my parents spent a huge amount of money to build this building was to find a wife for my elder brother. The so-called planting of sycamore trees first can attract the fall of the phoenix). When they heard me that the house was only more than 80 square meters, they felt that it was not worth it. They shook their heads like rattles, some sighed, some laughed bitterly, and some were puzzled.

When I told them that if I bought it in SZ, it would be more expensive, and it would probably cost at least 400,000 or 500,000 yuan. When they heard this, they couldn't help but "scream" at the same time, shook their heads and sighed, and stomped their feet. Some said you are stupid, why don't you take the money back to Pengcheng to buy it? You should make money in Shenzhen and return to us to spend it. Some said, is this house in Shenzhen made of gold? Why is it so expensive? Some said, my God, I can't buy a house in my life.

Hahaha, what can I say? If I say too much, some people may think you are showing off here, so I just laughed it off and went to the bathroom by the way.

When I came back from the toilet, Zitong was waiting for me at the door. She lay down in my ear and muttered a few words. I understood, slapped my head, yes, luckily, you remind me, otherwise I would have almost forgotten it. I hurried into the inner room and opened my suitcase, took out a few pieces of Huazi, and tore the packaging. Those present, no matter men or women, whether they smoke or not, had a share, and each person sent a pack.

Uncle Tiedan took the cigarette, looked at it over and over again several times, and asked in surprise, "Oh, Guoer, is this China?"

Someone next to him joked, Tiedan, although you are only in the fourth grade, you should know the two words on them?
Chapter completed!