People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Wu Jianguo stepped out of the courtyard and immediately saw Zhuang Chaoying carrying a briefcase. "Teacher Zhuang! I was just looking for you."

Zhuang Chaoying stopped in her tracks upon hearing the voice and nodded slightly: "Old Wu, what's the matter?"

Old Wu stepped forward: "Teacher Zhuang, here's the thing. My two daughters will be graduating from junior high school soon. You're a school teacher, so you know a lot more about education than we do. There are some things I'd like to ask you."

Zhuang Chaoying nodded: "Okay, I'll put the bag at home and then head over."

Old Wu quickly replied, "Then I'll wait for you at the door."

Zhuang Chaoying turned and went into the house, gently placed her bag on the chair, and then went to their house with Lao Wu.

As soon as they arrived at the door, Zhang Amei saw Lao Wu leading Zhuang Chaoying inside. "Teacher Zhuang, please sit down, I'll make you some tea," Zhang Amei said, brushing non-existent dust off the chair.

Zhuang Chaoying smiled and slowly sat down in the chair, casually looking around at the furnishings in the room.

A moment later, Zhang Amei brought over two steaming cups. "Jasmine tea, be careful, it's hot!"

Zhuang Chaoying quickly stood up and took the water glass with both hands: "Thank you, sister!"

Zhang Amei glanced at Lao Wu, then turned to Zhuang Chaoying: "Professor Zhuang, I called you here today because I thought you'd be much better than us since you've been in the education system all along. It's about my daughter Xiaomin's college application. I've been thinking about it for a long time and would like your advice. Her future depends entirely on your professional advice."

Zhuang Chaoying was reluctant to get involved in Lao Wu's family affairs. She was already too busy with her teaching work and really didn't want to bother with anything else.

But when he thought of Shanshan's appearance, he couldn't bear it.

Shanshan had such excellent grades, but after attending a vocational school, she ended up only being able to become a teacher in a rural primary school. It's such a waste of such a promising talent.

In any case, since moving to this courtyard, over the past three years, everyone has seen each other all the time, and he has watched Shanshan grow from a naive little girl into the graceful young woman she is today.

Moreover, there is one question that I have been unable to answer.

That is, if Shanshan gets into university, with her improved knowledge and character, would she still go so far as to want to take over Song Ying's house and betray Song Ying?

He was extremely curious.

Zhuang Chaoying didn't have any particular opinion about Zhang Amei's biological daughter, Xiaomin.

Xiaomin is a very practical and sensible child. She always greets people politely when she sees them, but she is not as outstanding as Shanshan in her studies.

Zhuang Chaoying waved her hand gently: "It's nothing special. We're just ordinary people. There's nothing particularly strong or weak about us."

"Sister, sister!"

Huang Ling's clear voice rang out; her voice entered the room before she even arrived.

She walked over and immediately spotted Zhuang Chaoying sitting in the chair.

"Ah Ling!" Zhuang Chaoying immediately stood up. "Ah Ling, please sit down."

Zhang Amei hurriedly went up to her: "Sister Ling, please sit here. Teacher Zhuang, please sit here. It's just in time that you've come, Sister Ling. I wanted to ask Teacher Zhuang about the children's college application process. I'd like to ask you for your help and advice."

Zhang Amei, all smiles, sat intimately next to Huang Ling, her eyes revealing eagerness and a desire to please: "We should ask Teacher Zhuang about this child's college application! Teacher Zhuang is a professional; we laymen can only worry helplessly. Your words might just point the way for the children."

Zhuang Chaoying felt uncomfortable looking at Zhang Amei's overly enthusiastic manner. She felt that Zhang Amei was trying too hard to flatter her right from the start. Her intentions were too obvious.

However, he maintained his politeness: "We live in the same neighborhood and have watched the children grow up. Time flies so fast. Shanshan and Xiaomin are about to take the high school entrance exam. Since you want my opinion, I will give you mine."

Zhang Amei quickly poured water for Huang Ling, sat down, and cleared her throat: "Teacher Zhuang, since you put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony. Lao Wu and I discussed it and decided that both children should apply to vocational schools. Xiao Min will apply to a vocational school within the textile system. We went to the personnel department to inquire, and Lao Wu's quota is just right for Xiao Min. Shan Shan is a good student and can take the entrance exam for vocational school. We think that with this arrangement, both children's futures will be secured."

Huang Ling glanced at Zhang Amei without speaking, only giving a simple "hmm," her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

Old Wu, who had been sitting silently to the side, seemed to have finally mustered up his courage and spoke up: "The personnel department said that our family only has one spot. If Xiaomin uses it, then Shanshan and Xiaojun can't use it either. This matter has been giving us a headache for a long time."

Zhang Amei quickly chimed in, "Shanshan has good grades, she doesn't need this spot at all. Of course, Xiaomin can also apply to teacher's college, post and telecommunications school, or nursing school, these are all good majors."

Huang Ling tilted her head slightly: "I don't know about other majors, but Chao Ying is a teacher. Now the government is paying more attention to education, and teachers' salaries are gradually increasing. I think teacher training is also a good choice, as it's relatively stable."

Zhang Amei shook her head dismissively: "Textiles are a safe bet. The textile industry is booming right now, and once you get a job in a factory, you'll have a stable income."

Huang Ling frowned: "Textile work is too hard. It's three shifts, and the workshop is unbearably hot. Each shift is eight hours long, with only half an hour for meals. How can a child handle this kind of work intensity?"

Old Wu suddenly blurted out, "Teachers' college is pretty good. The working environment is good, and there are holidays."

Zhang Amei looked at everyone and said, "Scores, majors, and I also inquired about other issues. If you go to a vocational high school and get into a good major, rural kids can change their rural household registration to urban household registration and then make friends with classmates from the city."

"Few people apply for textile majors, so you can get a job in a cotton mill after graduation. Most of the young workers in the factory are from the city, which is great for dual-income families. Life will definitely be stable in the future."

Huang Ling glanced at Lao Wu without saying anything, then turned to ask, "What major is Shanshan applying for?"

Zhang Amei said matter-of-factly, "Shanshan has good grades. Teacher's college and nursing school are both good majors. She can get in. When the time comes, we'll talk about a suitable one."

Huang Ling looked at Zhang Amei, hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke: "Didn't you say that there are many rural students at teachers' colleges and nursing schools? What if Shanshan finds a..."

Zhang Amei seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and her face immediately turned ugly.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Zhuang Chaoying quickly waved his hand: "Old Wu, you called me here to ask for my opinion, so let me say something too. Shanshan wants to go to No. 1 Middle School. Are you aware of this?"

Wu Jianguo sat to one side, looking somewhat guilty, and covered his face with his hands, humming in response.

"Okay, now that you know, Shanshan's academic performance is outstanding. He's very good, and he's basically in the top ten of his grade at the affiliated high school. If he keeps up this level, he'll have no problem getting into university. It would be such a waste for such a promising student to only go to a vocational school."

Huang Ling coughed lightly from the side.

Zhuang Chaoying couldn't stand Lao Wu's cowardly attitude: "If Shanshan applies to a teacher's college, now that the government values ​​education, even if she graduates from a vocational school, there's a 90% chance she'll be assigned to a rural primary school. Lao Wu, have you thought this through? Do you want Shanshan to go from the city to the countryside for the rest of her life? If she gets into university, the government will waive her tuition and provide living allowances, so you won't have to spend any money. Plus, she'll have a good job after graduation, and you can finally enjoy life."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling felt a sense of foreboding. She quickly stood up, hurriedly pulled Zhuang Chaoying aside, and gave Lao Wu and Zhang Amei a slightly apologetic look: "Lao Wu, Amei, we have things to do at home. Chaoying, this is just a suggestion. We have other things to do, so we'll head back first."

Zhuang Chaoying paused, as if she had something else to say, and said, "Ah Ling, I have something else to say. Ah Mei, instead of having Xiao Min apply for textiles, it would be better for her to apply to a nursing school. Nurses who graduate from nursing schools have a better working environment and more room for career advancement, which might be more suitable for Xiao Min."

Huang Ling urged anxiously, "Chao Ying, you can't keep talking!" "Alright, Chao Ying! Let's go home!"

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