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Chapter 1(2/2)

When Zhang Shang shouted, his eyes turned red, and his young parents appeared in front of him again. Even if he was prepared, it would have brought him a great impact.

"I'm back, wash your hands and prepare for dinner. Can you fall asleep while staying on campus? Have you skipped classes again? Is there enough money to spend? How are the exams recently?"

Yang Xin's endless nagging almost made Zhang Shang cry.

He pretended that sand had entered his eyes, rubbed it hard, held back the tears, and calmed the choking in his throat, then replied: "It's all good, and it's enough money."

"That's fine." Yang Xin skillfully rolled the noodles, and the stewed meat in the pot was steaming.

In terms of eating and drinking, this family never suffers from children.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei came out of the inner room, held a broom and dustpan, and had a white turban around his head.

"Study hard. Yesterday Junhu asked me, "How are you studying? Even if you can go to No. 1 Middle School, you must be able to get enough for the high school entrance examination. Otherwise, if you don't have a student status, you will be idle."

Taigu No. 1 Middle School, the pride in the hearts of Taigu people, if their children can go there to school, it will definitely be a matter of glorious family members.

Junhu is the vice principal of No. 1 Middle School. Zhang Shang has never seen him before, but he has heard his father mention it many times. In short, in his father's eyes, the two of them said in one sentence: "Friendship is in harmony."

The former principal of No. 1 Middle School and Zhang’s father were fellow villagers, so he took good care of him.

The Zhang family opened a hotel in the early years, but later during the SARS period, the business closed down, so Zhang's father borrowed money to buy a Hafeilubao and started running a taxi.

In 2005, there were less than one in this small county town with cars. The streets were often empty. Those who could drive were either the boss or the "hospital" or the "bureau".

Therefore, the teachers and leaders of No. 1 Middle School usually use Zhang’s car whenever they travel. After a while, the whole school is familiar with people.

Zhang's father is often proud and often brags with others.

In a freshman, who dares not to sell me three points of face?

The principal also needs to be kind to me when he sees me...

Chatting, listening to my dad bragging, pretending to listen carefully, and eating a bowl of noodles.

In this room, there are earthen kangs, old and skin-detached furniture, black and white TVs from the 1980s, sofas from the 1970s, old thick wooden boxes from the 1960s, and the kind that is opened with ancient keys.

Even if it is so dilapidated, the house does not belong to you.

This family was just able to make ends meet.

The house is barely covered with walls.

"Thank God, I will do it again, let me use this life to compensate me...but now, I have to cheat you two again." Zhang Shang thought helplessly.

He has planned his own way back.

As a child who grew up in a small city, even if he went out for a trip later, he had traveled to more than a dozen provinces.

But the vision and things that come into contact are really not much higher.

What stock bull market, who founded what company in that year, and where is the capital tycoon still running business in this province? The senior official is still a village official, so I have never paid attention to these things.

What opportunities can a small county town and a junior high school student have to make a fortune?

And you have to go to school and don’t have time to go out and have a chance to go out.

For example, some novels can skip classes for two weeks and say a few words to the head teacher. How are you funny?

It often disappears for a month. After returning home, parents only ask about their well-being and are not angry.

If Zhang Shang did this, let alone a month, this family would be "fighted" in just one week.

Students, nothing is more important than studies.

All he could do was to return to his old career and take the express train of "the era of online literature explosion". The thirteen-year-old bookworm cannot read in vain books, and the words cannot be written in vain.

If you do it again, you will always give it a wish that you did not achieve in your previous life.

When going to an Internet cafe, the first thing to do is to register an author account first.

But going to an Internet cafe requires money. These two pockets are cleaner than their faces…

"Dad, our school needs to unify certain extracurricular training questions and ask me to pay the money. I borrowed the classmate's one and paid first." Zhang Shang's face remained unchanged and said without any flaws.

This move has been tried and tested.

"Hmm?" Zhang Zhiwei, who was leaning against a strong earthen kang and had a bed, insisted on squatting on the ground for eating, looked up and said, "Your mother and I just paid the money before leaving last week, why did we make a reservation again?"

Zhang Shang just wanted to slap himself twice in his heart, such a stupid mouth!

But he said without saying a word: "That's just the money for math training questions, and the Chinese teacher also asked him to settle the exam. After all, he will take the high school entrance examination in more than two months. It's not bad to look at more questions of all types. Even if he sets so many questions, he can only get one question right, which is considered to be a profit."

"You Chinese teacher is the top class, the short and fat teacher Shi?"

"Yes, it's her. She is a special teacher. The whole school only takes our class and this top class. She can't make any mistakes. The students in their class are all good candidates to get the No. 1 Middle School."

"Oh." Dad Zhang stopped asking more about it, and had heard of Teacher Shi's reputation. "How much does it cost?"

"48 yuan." This quote is very knowledgeable.

Dad Zhang held the bowl in his left hand and stood up on the edge of the earthen kang with his right hand. He placed the bowl on an old wooden box beside the bed, leaned over to get the top that he threw on the kang casually.

Take a handful of money out of the inner pocket of the clothes.

But it made my nose sore, and countless inexplicable things rush in my heart.

This money does not have a red Mao grandpa or a green Potala Palace. The largest denomination is twenty yuan in the yellow color.

It's so thick, most of the purple ones are.

One picture.

Two pictures.

Three pictures.

Spread it flat on the wooden box, carefully flatten the corners, overlap them into a pile, dip some saliva, and then click carefully.

"Remember to hand it over to the teacher." Finally, I couldn't help but remind me again: "I went to school to study hard. Next year's high school entrance exam, my dad has already greeted the leaders of No. 1 Middle School. As long as your score is enough for the file establishment line, others can only get 630 points, and you can get 400 points, so be more than 400 points, so be more than yelling."

"I understand." Zhang Shang could no longer help but take the money with a trembling trembling. "I'll go to the bathroom."

Break out of the house.
Chapter completed!
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