Fast-forward to the era of cannon fodder

"Brother Cheng Fang, didn't you go to school?" Little Yuanchun asked suddenly.

Cheng Fang scratched his head and said bitterly, "I... I went to school, and no one did the work in the fields. I can't always ask the village chief and others to help me. I'm grown up now and have to support myself. I just don't have time to go to school. But there are many children in the village who don't go to school, and I'm not the only one who doesn't study."

Cheng Fang also wanted to go to school, he really wanted to. He didn't want to be blind and not be able to write his own name in the future. However, he had to support himself and he had no money to go to school.

Even if he made money from selling grain, he couldn't afford to pay for his studies.

It's good enough that he can still have enough food.

"Brother Cheng Fang, how about I teach you?" Little Yuanchun said seriously, "I'm in the second grade and can write a lot of characters. I'll come back after school to teach you. I'll teach you five characters a day. You can recognize more than a hundred characters in a month, and more than a thousand characters in a year."

Cheng Fang's eyes lit up, "Sister Yuanchun, are you really willing to teach me how to read?"

"Is this still amusing you?"

"Well...well, I'll...I'll go to the city next time and buy a pencil and a notebook. I'll study hard and seriously."

Cheng Fang was so excited that he stuttered, which amused little Yuanchun.

She ran into the room, took out her first-grade textbook, and handed it to Cheng Fang, "This is my first-grade book. I don't need it now. You can use it to study."

Xiao Yuanchun was in the first grade last year and entered the second grade in the second half of this year. Because of her grandfather's death, her aunt asked for a half-month leave from school for her.

Cheng Fang was so excited that he stuttered again, "Thank you, thank you, sister."

In the following days, after finishing their work, the two children would sit together to learn to read. One taught seriously, and the other learned seriously. By the time Yuanchun went to school, Cheng Fang had already recognized more than a hundred characters.

But on the first day of school, Yuanchun didn't want to go anymore. She really didn't want to sit with a bunch of noisy little kids.

During the break, she went to the principal and cried to him, "My grandfather is gone, my father is also dead, I am the only one in my family, I have to support myself and take care of myself, I have no time to go to school, principal, can I only come for the exam and not attend class? I promise, I will study hard at home, and I will make sure that my grades are the best in the class."

After making many assurances, the principal reluctantly agreed to her request.

The principal showed her extra favor because she was the child of a martyr.

The principal called her teacher and explained the situation. Then little Yuanchun happily followed the teacher back to the classroom, packed her schoolbag and went home.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw Liu Tiezhu with a sad face escorting two police officers out of the village.

Little Yuanchun smiled and called out from a distance, "Second Uncle."

As she approached, she asked in a concerned tone, "Second Uncle, I heard that you and Second Aunt have been very unlucky recently. You fell three times a day, as if you were possessed by an evil spirit. Second Aunt even went to Gejia Village to invite a witch to perform a big show. Second Uncle, are you and Second Aunt okay? Will you fall again?"

Liu Tiezhu's face turned pale, and he really wanted to slap the rude girl, but there were two police officers standing next to him, so he didn't dare to do it. He could only suppress his anger and said, "Don't talk nonsense. There is no such thing as a witch. We fell accidentally while walking. We are fine now."

"Oh, that's good, second uncle, what do these two uncles do?" Little Yuanchun looked at the public security comrades with curious eyes.