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Chapter 81 Whose fault is it?

15 minutes passed and Xiao Sun did not come back.

20 minutes passed and Xiao Sun still didn't come back.

Half an hour later, Cai Gen called, and Xiao Sun quickly picked up the phone, making Cai Gen's heart drop to his stomach.

"Xiao Sun, are you okay?"

"Third uncle, I'm fine, but the battery cart is broken. I'm pushing it back."

"Oh, you're fine, don't worry, just be safe."

Another half hour later, Cai Gen saw Xiao Sun's figure in the glass door. The situation was a bit miserable.

Xiao Sun was in a worse situation. His black assault suit was covered in mud. He must have fallen down.

The battery car was also a bit miserable. The front wheel fell off, so Xiao Sun put it in the storage box of the battery car and pushed the battery car back.

After Xiao Sun entered the house, there were a few scratches on his face, but they were not serious. He immediately said apologetically,

"Third uncle, I'm sorry, I broke your battery bike. I didn't ride very fast. The snow on the road has melted and it's not slippery at all. However, the front wheel fell off as soon as I said it, and the bike turned over due to its inertia.

In the past, I landed on my face, but fortunately my arm blocked it, otherwise my face would not have been visible."

Cai Gen touched Xiao Sun's arms and legs and asked with concern,

"Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Don't break your bones. The battery car is too old and will be overhauled tomorrow."

Xiao Sun took off his clothes, touched it up and down, and smiled,

"It's okay. It's just a few scratches on my face. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm very agile."

Seeing that Xiao Sun was indeed fine, Cai Gen felt relieved and closed the takeout software on his computer. Go to sleep well tonight, as he could not deliver any work.

After Xiao Sun wiped the mud off his body with a rag, he went directly to the attic to sleep.

Lying on the attic, Xiao Sun began to mutter in his heart, is this a warning? Is it a warning because I said the wrong thing? How many pairs of eyes are staring at this place? You must be careful when talking and doing things in the future. If you drop the wheel next time,

If the brakes of a big truck fail, my life will be in vain again.

Cai Gen was downstairs, locked the door and turned off the lights, and lay down on the cot. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. It was normal for him to slip and fall on a snowy road, but to ride the wheel away? He was not on the highway, so it was unlikely.

After thinking about it, I fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock woke up Cai Gen and started making breakfast.

Rice porridge, egg pancakes, and sauced chicken drumsticks were all prepared before seven o'clock, waiting for the arrival of my wife and son.

Xiao Sun got up at half past six and started cleaning. He was very agile and it seemed that he was not injured yesterday. This made Cai Gen very relieved.

My wife didn’t enter the house until 7:15. It was snowing and the roads were bad, so she was late.

The four of them sat at the dining table. The wife and son took the time to eat. Cai Gen and Xiao Sun remained silent, fearing to disrupt the rhythm of their wife's meal.

"Husband, I see that the wheels of the battery cart have been blown away by you. How many jobs did you have yesterday?"

"Don't mention it. I even broke my grandson. This broken battery car has no place to repair it because of the snow today. You can leave the car here tonight and I will drive it if there is any work."

Only then did my wife see the scars on Xiao Sun’s face and asked nervously,

"Ah, is Xiao Sun okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Xiao Sun was embarrassed when his wife asked him, "Is he the Monkey King, okay?"

"It's okay, third aunt, I'm very flexible, nothing will happen to me."

Seeing that Xiao Sun was really nimble, my wife felt relieved and began to complain about Cai Gen.

"What kind of meal are you going to deliver on a snowy day? What's going to happen if you don't deliver it all night?"

What can I do? I can't do this. Isn't the money made in one night?

Cai Gen didn't dare to refute. He listened, ate, and laughed without answering.

My wife was speechless about Cai Gen's good attitude. She quickly had dinner with her son and was about to go out. Before leaving, she said,

"I'll bring the car to you tonight."

Then he opened the door and went out.

In fact, every time he cooks, Cai Gen deliberately cooks more to prevent there being no food when flies come.

As a result, today, it was already after 9 o'clock, and the flies came. I was still sweating profusely. As soon as I entered the house, I looked for food. I found leftover porridge and chicken legs. I put them together and started to eat them. I kept cursing.

"Lao Gen, do you think these teachers at school don't have grandchildren? When it snows, parents are asked to sweep the snow. They also say that the children are young and it's cold outside. Not only inside the school, but also outside the school. I swept the snow for more than 2 hours."

Fortunately, my son is not in the same school as the Fly family's children, so he is not used to this bad habit, but he still can't help but ask,

"Then the students' parents don't go to work? Are they still young now that they are in elementary school? Don't we start clearing snow when we are in elementary school?"

The fly made an expression that you don’t understand,

"Children can also sweep, but isn't the teacher allowed to accompany them outside? The teacher is afraid of the cold, so he asks his parents to sweep."

Damn it, is this also a reason? Cai Gen was so excited that he really couldn’t understand it.

"Are you just used to this bad habit?"

In just three sentences, the fly finished a small bowl of rice porridge. It was so fast. He lit a cigarette and said helplessly,

"The teacher didn't say it directly. He first said that it was cold outside because he was afraid that the children would catch a cold. Then, when a parent came, he would give the child a red flower to bring honor to the class. I didn't want to go either. I didn't go last time and even asked my daughter to

I was criticized by everyone and said that I had no sense of collective honor. My daughter came home and cried with me. She was so annoyed."

This routine is a bit disgusting, and Cai Gen is also very shameless. These teachers graduated from somewhere, what kind of children can they teach?

"Then the parents of the students can take time off from work to clear the snow? Then those who work part-time can just take a day off to come and clear the snow?"

With an expression like you still don’t believe it, the flies started gossiping,

"No, you can't even ask for leave in advance. I asked the teacher when the snow will be swept. The teacher just said, don't ask me when the snow will be swept. I will start sweeping when the snow stops. Many people who work far away take a taxi to come to school to sweep the snow. They are afraid.

If you can't do the work, your children will be punished."

Cai Gen was speechless. Today's primary school is completely different from his own primary school. In the past, when it snowed, you didn't have to go to class. You could just sweep the snow, make snowmen, and have snowball fights. What a great thing it was, such a wonderful childlike experience.

, has it become like this? You can’t blame the teacher entirely. Cai Gen is used to looking at problems from both sides,

"It may also be that parents are used to it. Teachers will never take the initiative to think of this method. There must be parents who feel sorry for their children and take the initiative to ask to help their children clear the snow, and then go back and forth to form a bad trend."

The fly turned on the gossip mode. Maybe this topic touched his inner sensitivity.

"Yeah, it's what parents are used to. Have you heard? The higher-ups investigated teachers at school for privately making up lessons. A junior middle school teacher was found out and was going to be dealt with. As a result, the parents of the students who made up lessons in this class went to the school to make trouble together. If so, they would be punished.

Teachers, we went on strike. In the end, we had no choice but to deal with a vice principal and accuse him of lax management, but we didn’t deal with the teachers. What do those parents think?"

Yes, what do these parents think? Cai Gen doesn’t understand either.


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