Chapter 210 Angry Uncle

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 210 Angry Uncle

Pingyang County, Dongguan Primary School.

Zhao Wenmu arrived at the school gate early in the morning and brought his follower little girl with him.

On a hot summer day, the father and daughter hid far away under the shade of a tree, each chewing a popsicle.

The end bell of Dongguan Primary School is a big bell hanging on a cypress tree, with a rope hanging underneath. During class or after class, there will be a teacher on duty to ring the bell.

The simple and thick copper bells made a long and distant sound, and children wearing red scarves filed out happily and playfully.

Zhao Wenmu waited and waited, but the two little guys didn't appear for a long time.

But the scene at the school gate caught his attention.

A skinny little girl brought a small matza from somewhere. She patted the soil on the ground carefully, and then took out a lotus leaf from her schoolbag.

He took out some things from his schoolbag, which looked like food.

Sold in situ.

The little girl was thin and short. She looked like she was only four or five years old. She was wearing a slightly long plaid skirt.

It can be seen that these are mother-brand clothes unique to this era. They must have been picked up by older sisters or cousins, with the waistline altered and the sleeves tightened.

The elder sister passes on to the younger sister, and the older brother passes on to the younger brother. This is how it is in this era.

The skirt didn't fit very well, and it had been washed a little white, but it was very clean.

It was obvious that the little girl cared about this dress. She wiped the stool carefully with her little hands before sitting down.

Zhao Wenmu watched with great interest. Children of poor people have become rich early, and it is honorable to work and make money.

Although Dongguan Primary School is good, most of the children who go to school here are children from ordinary families.

At the moment, there are no aristocratic schools.

At least there is none in Pingyang County.

The little girl's business is good. Children who come home from school will occasionally stop in front of her stall and buy a little bit.

Zhao Wenmu saw clearly that she was selling maltose.

It should have been made by an elder in the family.

After a while, Zhao Zimeng and Zhang Yuanming came out of the school. Zhao Wenmu remembered that Zhao Zimeng was on duty today, and Zhang Yuanming should be waiting for him inside.

Zhao Zimeng held the broom he brought from Zhao Wenmu's house in the morning.

At this time, the school is on duty and students are required to bring brooms from home.

When lighting a stove for heating in winter, the on-duty student also needs to bring corn cobs or firewood from home to use as ignition.

Zhao Zimeng was playing and making noise with several children who were traveling with him, and they were very lively.

Zhao Wenmu looked very pleased from a distance. It seemed that this kid had adapted well to the new school.

Unexpectedly, when the little girl selling things saw them, she packed up her things in a panic and was about to leave.

Several little boys immediately ran over and surrounded the little girl.

Zhao Zimeng was also pulled and pulled over.

Zhao Wenmu squinted and watched, and the little girl stopped sucking her fingers. The clever little girl could feel that her father seemed to be angry.

The seven or eight-year-old boy was much taller than the skinny and short girl. A group of people were surrounding this poor little girl, seeming to be arguing fiercely about something.

The little girl rolled the maltose in the lotus leaf and wanted to put it in her arms. The little boy pulled the lotus leaf and tried to snatch it away.

The lotus leaf, which did not have much toughness, was quickly torn into pieces, and small white maltose particles scattered on the ground.

The little girl immediately seemed to go crazy, grabbing the person next to her and starting to fight.

Zhao Zimeng stood in the crowd surrounding the little girl, the expression on his small face kept changing, as if he was hesitating about something.

Zhang Yuanming wanted to start a fight, but was pushed away.

A tall and strong boy seemed to have been scratched on the arm by the little girl. He grabbed the little girl's hair, stretched out his right leg and slammed the little girl to the ground.

The maltose scattered on the ground was stepped on by everyone.

Zhao Zimeng, who was surrounded by everyone, also stepped on it.

Zhao Wenmu's eyes flashed with deep disappointment and endless rage.

As a father, he couldn't imagine what he would do if his little girl was treated like this one day!

He picked up the little girl in one hand and walked forward quickly.

"stop!"

Zhao Wenmu pushed the boy away, and he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Suddenly he burst into tears.

"You two, go home!"

Zhao Wenmu raised his finger, pointed at Zhao Zimeng and Zhang Yuanming, and shouted angrily.

I have never seen my brother-in-law look so angry. The two little guys took the little girl and left without hesitation.

"How can you be like this and bully a child!"

"You bastard!"

An old lady who looked to be in her fifties or sixties pointed at Zhao Wenmu's nose and cursed.

It looks like she must be the boy's grandmother.

A group of people bullied this little girl before, but she didn't speak out.

When the little girl was taken away by the two brothers, Zhao Wenmu freed his hands and completely released the violence in his heart.

He picked up the crying boy who was sitting on the ground.

"If you bully others again, I will beat you to death!"

"roll!"

Then he pushed him to the old lady's feet.

The old lady wanted to say something else, but the little boy got up and ran away, so she had no choice but to chase him away.

"Whose parent are you? How can you hit someone?"

A middle-aged man stood up and accused.

He also had a document bag in his hand. He should be a teacher at the school.

"With so many people bullying a little girl, isn't she a student?"

"Why did you turn a blind eye just now?!"

Zhao Wenmu pulled the middle-aged man by his collar and pulled him in front of him.

"What kind of teacher are you?! Tell me!"

The gentle middle-aged teacher was so frightened by Zhao Wenmu's disapproval of his relatives that he didn't know what to say and kept muttering:

"How can an adult hit a child..."

Zhao Wenmu picked up the glasses he had dropped on the ground and patted the dust on them.

Then he held the middle-aged teacher with one hand and put his glasses on him with the other hand.

Then pat his face hard.

The middle-aged teacher's face was photographed a little distorted.

Then he let go of his hand and left him alone.

Zhao Wenmu knelt down and looked at the little girl who was still sitting on the ground.

The little girl's hair was messy, her arms and face were covered with bruises, and her knees were bruised.

She stared blankly at the maltose scattered on the ground, her eyes lifeless, as if she had been frightened.

Zhao Wenmu picked up the maltose one by one, patted it clean, took out a handkerchief and wrapped it carefully.

Just as he was picking up maltose, another slightly older hand appeared next to him. Zhao Wenmu looked up and saw that it was the old principal of Dongguan Primary School, Chen Pingshan.

"I'm sorry, it's my responsibility."

"I promise, this won't happen again!"

The old principal handed the clean maltose to Zhao Wenmu's hand.

Zhao Wenmu nodded and said nothing.

This old principal has been teaching and educating people for decades, and he has his own character. This is not the future, and teachers are still a respectable group in general.

It's not like the future, it's just a career.
Chapter completed!