Transmigrating to Book 50, others hoard rice, I hoard money

Being about to part with his youngest son, Zhou's father was a little reluctant, so he carried Zhou Jiaguang to his own bed before going to bed, and repeatedly reminded him to listen to his two sisters, which was the secret to avoiding being beaten.

Zhou Jiaguang yawned and said, "I followed my third sister to recite the book for more than an hour and practiced hundreds of words. I am almost exhausted. Since you are so worried about me, why don't you take me back tomorrow?"

Father Zhou: “…Dad is telling you this for your own good. You are no match for your two sisters. You must be honest and behave yourself to save your life.

When summer vacation comes, Dad will come to pick you up. I hope you will be safe and sound by then."

Zhou Jiaguang quickly put on his shoes and said angrily, "If you can't save me, don't say such sarcastic words!

You all bullied me because I was a child, tricked me into coming to the provincial capital, and won't let me go back, and forced me to go to school. What's the difference between you and human traffickers?

I won’t sleep with you tonight. I have to go take care of my nephews. If they kick off the quilt and get sick, I will definitely beat them up.”

After spending several hours with Zhou Cai "studying hard", and getting beaten if he was not serious, Zhou Jiaguang finally realized that his family members, including his parents who claimed to love him the most, were all liars who deliberately tricked him into going to the provincial capital to study.

But he is too weak to resist, it's so infuriating!

Seeing his son's angry look, Zhou's father smiled helplessly. This boy didn't like studying just like his two brothers.

I hope that under the "care" of the two sisters, this little son can make some progress...

The next morning, Zhou Rong gave Zhou Cai some change and told them to go to the street to buy breakfast if the children woke up, while she would take Zhou's father and Zhou Jiafu across the river.

Zhou Rong prepared four large jars in advance, put the food in a net bag, and went to the snack street where he had eaten yesterday. He packed several portions of beef noodles, soup dumplings, chicken comb dumplings, pan-fried buns, glutinous rice chicken, etc.

Father Zhou saw that all four jars were full and said, "You bought too much. Your mother can't eat so much."

Zhou Rong sighed and said, "Dad, besides having a wife, you also have children, so don't just think about my mom.

Jiahua, Cuilian, and Sigui can't eat these things? Don't treat us like we found them."

Father Zhou smiled awkwardly: "If it weren't for your mother, there wouldn't be you. She is a great contributor to our family and she is also my wife. What's wrong with me being nice to her? Give me the things and you can go back.

I'll deliver Da Wa and his family's divorce agreement and the new contract signed by the Yang family to the township government when I pass by. Don't worry."

"Of course I trust Dad to do things. Now that you are here, I will take you directly to the train station. I will feel at ease only when I see you get on the train."

After Zhou Rong finished speaking, he turned to Zhou Jiafu, who was eating a steamed bun, and said, "I have to go and see my father off. I don't have time to see you off. You know the address. Can you go to the iron factory by yourself?"

Zhou Jiafu: "I remember how to take the bus. I can go by myself. You go and send Dad off."

Zhou Rong: "Okay, if you run into trouble at the factory and Chen Aimei can't solve it, come to my house and we'll work it out together.

Your job is very tiring. If you can’t handle it, don’t do it. I will help you find another job.”

Zhou Jiafu smiled innocently and said, "I passed by the workshop yesterday and took a few peeks inside. Those jobs are much easier than farming. I can do it well, so don't worry.

When I get my salary, I will send the money to you and you can keep it for me."

This was what Zhou's mother asked. She was worried that Zhou Jiafu would not be able to resist the temptation and spend money recklessly. She was also worried that the money would not be safe in the dormitory. It would be better to keep it with Zhou Rong so that everyone would feel at ease...

After bidding farewell to his father, Zhou Rong returned to Chang'an.

Zhou Cai did not go out to buy breakfast, but cooked noodles at home, saying that this would save money.

Zhou Rong helped Zhou Cai clean up the house, and then took Zhou Qingping and Zhou Jiaguang to school.

The enrollment of both children was not smooth.

It is now the second semester of the first grade. Zhou Qingping has no basic knowledge and has only learned some simple counting from his parents. The school wants him to register in the second half of the year.

Zhou Jiaguang's procedures were not in compliance with regulations, and the school hoped that Zhou Rong would follow their formal procedures.

Wouldn’t this delay the children’s classes?

It's also very tiring.

Zhou Rongxiao appealed to the teachers' and the dean's ideas with both emotion and reason, making them dizzy and confused.

The dean of studies rubbed his swollen forehead. In order to get rid of Zhou Rong as soon as possible, he agreed to let Zhou Qingping transfer to the class. If the child could not keep up with the progress and had poor test scores, he would need to repeat the first grade.

Zhou Jiaguang can also be admitted according to the standards for boarding students, but is required to start from the first grade.

When Zhou Jiaguang heard that he was going to go to the first grade, he hurriedly pulled Zhou Rong's sleeve and signaled his elder sister to help him.

Zhou Rong signaled to him with his eyes to be patient.

"Director, my brother is already ten years old. It would be embarrassing for you to ask him to start from the first grade. He has attended a private school for a few years and has a certain foundation. He should at least start from the third or fourth grade, right?"

The director said: "What is taught in private schools is much less than what is taught in our public schools. We cannot follow your standards. Moreover, we cannot verify the document given by your village, so it cannot explain anything.

Let me test this student. If his level is really at the level of third or fourth grade, I will make an exception and let him join the class. If not, he will start from the first grade. "

Zhou Rong pulled Zhou Jiaguang over and whispered, "Don't be nervous. Just practice what your third sister taught you yesterday afternoon and evening. There will be no problem."

Zhou Jiaguang lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhou Rong.

He clearly remembered what the third sister taught him yesterday, but after sleeping for a night, he seemed to have forgotten everything. What should he do? !

In order to deal with the director, Zhou Jiaguang thought quickly and decided to take the initiative and proposed to recite the Three Character Classic.

This is something he has memorized for three years. His mother has tested him repeatedly. He can recite it even when he is asleep. As long as the director doesn't test him on anything else, he will pass this test...

The director agreed to Zhou Jiaguang's suggestion and asked him to recite the Three Character Classic.

Zhou Jiaguang recited it very smoothly, and several teachers in the office praised him for his intelligence.

As a result, the director asked him to write it down from memory. Zhou Jiaguang was dumbfounded. He couldn't even write any of the characters in the Three Character Classic that had more than five strokes.

Looking at the paper full of circles and crosses, as well as many missing words, Zhou Rong kept adjusting his breathing.

This is my brother. Now there are outsiders present. I must hold back...

After reading Zhou Jiaguang's dictation, the dean laughed and said, "Your accuracy rate is less than 10%. Why don't you start from..."

Zhou Rong interrupted him: "Director, let's start from the second grade. My brother's foundation is better than that of the first graders.

He is bigger than others, and it is easy for him to have conflicts with the first graders. This is not conducive to creating a good teaching environment and improving our teaching quality. What do you think? "

The dean glanced at Zhou Jiaguang, analyzed the meaning of Zhou Rong's words, and nodded in agreement...