Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

Although he was still wearing a cotton-padded coat, the bamboo broom handle really hurt when it hit him. Jia Dongxu couldn't take it anymore and could only cry and admit his mistake.

Wang Anping tossed the broom aside, feeling much better!

That son of a bitch.

You're still cricketing at me from behind!

Jia Zhangshi originally blamed Wang Anping for being too ruthless.

But seeing Jia Dongxu's sincere apology, she had second thoughts.

Dongxu had never been so honest in admitting his mistakes before. Perhaps I had been too lenient with him before.

Wang Anping gave Sha Zhu and the others a wink, and they immediately released Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu stood there with a limp.

My legs felt weak.

When the people in the courtyard saw that Jia Zhangshi looked at Wang Anping with a hint of gratitude in her eyes, they secretly wondered what was going on.

From now on, I'd better stay away from that bad boy Wang Anping.

I couldn't stand it if this happened to me!

Yi Zhonghai looked at Wang Anping, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

However, he was also quite dissatisfied with Jia Dongxu's behavior—he had other plans when he took Jia Dongxu as his apprentice, and naturally hoped that this apprentice would understand filial piety and abide by the rules.

Yi Zhonghai said in a deep voice:

"Dongxu, you are indeed wrong about this."

"You upset your mother, so apologize to her properly right now!"

Jia Dongxu hung his head.

Having just experienced the most humiliating things, apologizing to his own mother in public now was nothing compared to that. He stammered and admitted his mistake to Jia Zhangshi.

The farce finally came to an end, and Jia Dongxu limped back into the house.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, but they were still whispering among themselves about the magical scene they had just witnessed.

Inside the He family's house.

He Daqing glanced at his watch, feeling a little anxious.

Seeing that Sha Zhu and He Yushui were almost full, he took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to Sha Zhu:

"Shazhu, here's fifty cents. Tomorrow's Sunday, take Yushui out for a walk in the street. Yushui hasn't been out to play in a long time."

Sha Zhu and He Yushui were both taken aback.

Five cents.

This is a huge sum of money!

Although she felt that her father was acting strangely today, this was a rare opportunity, so Sha Zhu immediately pulled He Yushui to go outside.

He Yushui stopped and looked at He Daqing:

"Dad, aren't you coming with us?"

He Daqing picked up his wine glass, pretended to be calm, took a sip, and waved his hand:

"You guys go have fun, why would I join in?"

"Have a couple more drinks, then you and your brother go. Be careful on the road."

He Daqing, who appeared calm on the surface, immediately stood up after Sha Zhu and He Yushui had completely disappeared from the doorway. He quickly walked to the bedside, dragged a wooden box out from under the bed, and hurriedly began packing his things.

Inside a secluded courtyard.

The furnishings inside the house exuded a sense of affluence, far surpassing those of ordinary households—wicker tables and chairs, a wooden cabinet standing against the wall, and on top of the cabinet was a rare item: a coffee can.

This is Ran Qiuye's home.

Her parents were overseas Chinese who returned from Southeast Asia.

Most of the unique items in the room were brought back from there when I returned to China.

At this moment, the family of three sat around the table eating dinner. There were still a few thin slices of meat on the plate, which was considered a high-class meal at the time.

Seeing Ran Qiuye lost in thought, Ran's mother put down her chopsticks and asked:

"Qiuye, have you settled on a job yet? You'll graduate in less than six months. Have you decided which school to go to?"

Ran Qiuye came to her senses and said:

"The teacher had discussed it with us before, and I plan to go to the factory-run school of that big factory in our district."

"That's a factory with several thousand employees."

"The school's facilities are quite good."

Ran's father, who wore glasses, nodded approvingly.

"That's great. Being able to work as a teacher at the factory-run primary school is stable and secure, which is better than anything else."

Ran Qiuye nodded slightly.

She had thought so before.

Thinking about her plans, Ran Qiuye wondered how to bring it up with her parents.

After a moment's hesitation, she changed the subject:

"Dad, do you know a method for distinguishing pronunciations by their initials and finals when learning to read?"

Ran Qiuye couldn't reveal the specific content of Wang Anping's article, but she remembered that Wang Anping had mentioned a similar literacy method in his early years.

Upon hearing this, Ran's father looked up at his daughter in surprise and nodded, saying:

"This method really did exist in the past, but it was a long time ago."

"That method was too complicated, so it wasn't widely adopted."

Why are you suddenly asking this?

Ran Qiuye shook her head slightly:

"It's nothing, I was just chatting with someone today and someone mentioned it by chance."

Ran's mother chimed in from the side, her eyes carrying a hint of amusement:

"The friend you're talking about, isn't that the young man who came to see you today?"

"That young man looks decent, but we don't know what his family does. If you're going to associate with someone, you should find out more about their background first, and don't be reckless."

Ran Qiuye's parents had both studied abroad, so they weren't opposed to the idea of ​​free love.

My daughter is getting on in years and will soon be starting work. If she can meet a suitable partner, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Upon hearing this, Ran Qiuye's face flushed bright red.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at anyone.

Mr. Ran was taken aback, and quickly asked:

"Who is this young man?"

Ran Qiuye's face turned even redder, and she hurriedly waved her hands to explain:

"No, no one!"

"Mom, don't talk nonsense. He just went to the library to read books, and we chatted for a few minutes."

"By the way, Mom and Dad, what do you think about me signing up for the college entrance exam?"

The topic of the college entrance examination has been a hot topic in the city recently.

She attended a secondary teacher training college, which is the same level as high school. Although she wasn't a graduating senior, there weren't any major problems with the application process if she wanted to apply.

As expected, the topic of conversation with Ran's father was diverted.

He didn't press the young man further and instead focused on figuring things out.

Both he and his wife have stable jobs, and they only have one daughter, so they don't have much of a financial burden. If their daughter really wants to go to university, he wholeheartedly supports her.

However, Ran's mother frowned and reminded her:

"You need to think this through carefully."

"The courses in your teacher training program are quite different from those in regular high school. If you really want to take the college entrance exam, you'll have to spend a lot of time making up for the lessons you missed."

"The date for the college entrance examination has not been finalized yet."

"You've just started working here, so there's bound to be a lot of work to do at the school."

"If you don't manage your time well, you might end up not doing your job well and failing the exam, ending up pleasing neither side."

Upon hearing this, Ran Qiuye frowned and said in a muffled voice:

"Let me think about it some more."

……

Inside the courtyard house.

Yan Bugui peered through the crack in the window, squinting as he looked out into the courtyard.

Suddenly, a deliberately light footstep slipped past the doorway; he wouldn't have heard it at all if he hadn't been paying special attention.

Yan Bugui perked up and quickly and quietly pushed open the door to follow him out. He saw a figure carrying a wooden box, walking briskly towards the alley entrance.

He immediately turned to Yan Jiecheng behind him and hissed:

"Quick, go and call Master Liu."

As he spoke, he crouched down and followed the figure ahead from a distance.