"Professor Zhang, I will move these old books that you don't need."

Song Wenjing packed the books that Zhang Wenyuan did not need with hemp rope, weighed them with a scale, and prepared to pay according to the price.

"Xiao Song, you can just take these books. We are in love, don't worry about these." Zhang Wenyuan did not take the banknotes handed over by Song Wenjing, but waved his hand to refuse.

How could Song Wenjing be willing to do this? He continued to insist: "Professor Zhang, one code is the same. I am in this business, and I have to pay what I have to pay. I can't just just because you are easy to talk to. Otherwise, I won't dare to do it in the future."

Coming to your door."

After saying that, he couldn't help but put more than two yuan on the desk, picked up the old books and walked outside.

Zhang Wenyuan said that the other party insisted on this, so he smiled and said nothing more. Instead, he sent Song Wenjing to the door, "Xiao Song, don't forget, bring the "Picture of a Lady" with you next time you come over!"

"Old man, don't worry. I'll go back in the next two days, and I'll bring it over to you to take a look!"

The two parted during the conversation, and Zhang Wenyuan still had some unfinished thoughts. In his eyes, Song Wenjing was indeed a pity. Such young people are really rare nowadays.

If you can give the other person a good opportunity, he might actually be a talented person.

However, after all, this was the first time the two met. It was not very suitable for them to have a brief exchange of words. If there is a chance in the future, Zhang Wenyuan also hopes to be able to help each other.

Song Wenjing's call sounded again on the road. Although it was already late, he spent a lot of time at Zhang Wenyuan's house today and could not receive anything. If possible, Song Wenjing still hopes to continue walking around and try to get as much as possible

Do some business.

Unfortunately, God did not fulfill his wish. Song Wenjing did not gain much that day. He could only return to the rental house.

Zhou Lijuan is already making dinner, and after finishing it, she will go to the hospital to deliver food to her second aunt.

Song Wenjing told his mother that he would go back tomorrow and ask what else he needed to bring here.

Zhou Lijuan didn't have any other requirements, but her second aunt Yan Ping still needed nutritious supplements after the surgery. She asked Song Wenjing to go back and see if anyone had fresh crucian carp. If that didn't work, let Song Jianguo go.

Casting a net to catch someone. Anyway, Song Jianping is pretty good at this.

Shuzhou is a land of fish and rice, with crisscrossed rivers. Anyone with a little bit of ability can get some fish for toothpaste. This is nothing new.

Song Wenjing wanted to kill one of the old hens at home and make soup for his second aunt. But Zhou Lijuan still couldn't bear to do it. Every hen was her darling, so she couldn't bear to kill it.

Song Wenjing could also understand this. Farmers kept every old hen for laying eggs. It has become a part of their lives to exchange eggs for money and buy some daily necessities. It is impossible to go there unless it is a last resort.

Killed.

Even though the situation of Song Wenjing's family has greatly improved now, Zhou Lijuan still maintains those habits, which cannot be easily changed.

The next day, Song Wenjing went out to collect rags as usual. The weather was fine in the morning, but suddenly turned rainy in the afternoon.

He had no choice but to go back quickly, put the things he had recovered in the yard, and covered them with oil paper.

There is no way to continue today. In his profession, he can sometimes survive on hot days. But it will be more troublesome when it rains.

One is because not all roads in the city are asphalt or cement roads, and there are also many places where mud is everywhere, making it impossible for trucks to move forward. Second, if the goods on the truck get wet, they need to be dried.

I won't accept your wet things.

There is no other way, today Song Wenjing can only stop his business.

Since he couldn't work, he originally planned to go back and show Song Wenjing the "Picture of Ladies" to Zhang Wenyuan for admiration. After saying hello to his mother, he held an oil-paper umbrella and walked towards Songjia Village with one foot high and one foot low.

go.

It is inconvenient not to have a bicycle, and it would take a lot of time to go back.

Fortunately, there was no trolley this time, so he chose to take the bus directly to the town, which also saved a lot of time.

"Wen Wenming, why is your face swollen? Did you fight with someone again?"

When I got home, it was getting dark. My younger brothers and sisters had just gotten home from school.

Song Wenjing said hello to his father, and when he was about to supervise the two little guys to study, he was surprised to see that the left side of Song Wenming's face was obviously swollen, and there was even a vaguely visible slap mark.

When Song Wenming saw his elder brother coming back, he was a little afraid of Song Wenjing, so he hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Except for Song Wenjing, everyone in the family doted on this kid, so it was impossible for Song Jianguo to hit him. There was only one possibility, and that was what happened at school or on the way home from school.

"Wenfang, do you know what's going on?" Song Wenjing asked Song Wenfang who was preparing to do his homework.

Both of them go to primary school in the village, one is in sixth grade and the other is in fourth grade. Under normal circumstances, they would come back together.

"Brother, I asked him too, but he didn't tell me. He must have had a fight with someone at school!" Song Wenfang complained angrily.

Song Wenming gave his eldest sister a look, but because Song Wenjing was by his side, he didn't press forward.

Looking at the palm prints on his younger brother's face, it was obvious that it was done by an adult. It is impossible for a child to have such strength to swell his face, and the palm prints still remain until now.

Song Wenjing originally guessed that it was a teacher at school. In this era, it was common for teachers to physically punish students. As long as the children were indeed at fault, parents would basically not ask too much about the matter. They might even beat them again when they came back.

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Moreover, Song Wenming was unwilling to tell the reason, which made Song Wenjing even more suspicious that his younger brother made a mistake at school and was beaten by the teacher.

But the problem is that even if a child makes a mistake and is punished corporally, he cannot be punished so harshly. A ten-year-old child would just slap someone's face and swell it up. What's more, it would be in such a humiliating way as a slap.

Song Wenjing couldn't accept it.

"Wen Wenming, tell me honestly, did you make a mistake in school and was beaten by the teacher? Which teacher did it, I will go to him to settle the score!"

Song Wenjing's face was gloomy, with anger completely written on his face.

Song Wenming looked at his elder brother timidly, a little scared. Just when he was still hesitating whether to say something, he heard Song Wenjing shout: "Say! Is that true?"

Song Wenming was frightened by the loud shout, and quickly told his elder brother exactly what happened.

It turns out that yesterday, a classmate in the class, Song Xiaogang, bullied Song Wenming, a girl at the same table. He grabbed the little girl's pigtails and teased her for having lice on her head.

During this period, it was normal for girls in the countryside to have lice on their heads. Not to mention girls with long hair, it was also the case for boys, and there was nothing to ridicule.

When Song Wenming saw Song Xiaogang bullying his deskmate, he liked to cause trouble, so of course he would not sit idly by and ignore it. He directly pushed the other person to the ground, and then rode on Song Xiaogang's body to suppress him.

hands.

This was a fight between children, a very common thing. Maybe tomorrow the children would make up and continue playing together. Moreover, there was no harm done to either party. He should have let him go directly to such a small matter.

But he didn't say anything. Song Xiaogang let it slip at home and told his father Song Cheng about the incident.

Song Cheng was originally a second-rate boy in the village. He idled around in the village all day and did not do his job. He finally found a wife and gave birth to a fat boy. He was always very nervous.

When I heard that my son was being bullied at school, I went straight to the school classroom the next afternoon. Taking advantage of the fact that the teacher was not around just after school, I rushed up and gave Song Wenming a big slap in the face and a kick.

Not only that, he also forced Song Wenming to apologize to his son before finally letting him go.

In the public square, in front of so many classmates in the class, he was beaten and had to bow and apologize. How could Song Wenming tell his family about such a scandal? So he chose to hide it.
Chapter completed!