Xiao Liu's confession made Ye Yuze understand. He didn't dare to tell his mother about this matter, and it had to be handled in a low-key manner.

After returning home, his father asked Ye Yuze what he had said this time. Ye Yuze basically told the truth.

It's just that I didn't talk about the money. I couldn't talk about it even to death, because I was afraid that my father would hand over the money directly, and he might not be able to do it.

Besides, I basically don’t have much money left, so I bought a house. Although buying it is easy, selling it is not that easy. After all, not many people in this era can spend so much money.

After talking about the TV, I put the wine away for Dad. Then the two of them went to bed.

Early the next morning, Ye Yuze drove back without saying hello to anyone. He had to show up at school anyway.

It’s been so long since school started, and you’re still not familiar with the class teacher. Even though Aunt Gan is protecting you, you can’t take the teacher too seriously, right?

I hurried back to school, but it was still too late. But the teachers were already immune to this child who had joined the class.

Although there were some serious teachers who didn't like him, the principal was there and no one found him uncomfortable.

The days to come were uneventful, and there was no doubt about my mother's ability to work. Ye Yuze gave his mother the information that Zha Hongying had found and Ivanovich's pictorial, and left it alone.

In fact, what the quilt factory lacks is designers, and there are many experienced technicians.

It’s no big deal for my mother to design clothes based on her painting skills. She combined the background of the time and made those advanced things more contemporary. How could such clothes be difficult to sell?

As a result, the quilt factory quickly came back to life, and the most intuitive thing is that the employees quickly saw their bonuses.

But at that time, the Xingtuan Enterprise did not have the right to sell. So once things were produced, they had nothing to do.

Except for the last backlog of products, if the innovative product is sold to the group, they can get credit for it. But if it is not sold, it is their own responsibility.

The end of July is coming soon, and summer vacation is about to begin. The most important thing before summer vacation is the final exam, which is the most direct way to test students' achievements this year.

Among those who disliked Ye Yuze was the Chinese teacher.

This teacher is not a bad person, but she is quite serious. She assigned a composition assignment in class that day and asked the students to write compositions. She walked around the classroom mainly to see who couldn't write and then gave some guidance.

The title of the composition is "A meaningful thing!"

Almost all children who have gone to school have written this title, and it should be a template topic for composition.

However, students of that era generally wrote this kind of composition in a template, basically just writing two things.

One was to help the old lady cross the road, and the other was to pick up the money and give it to the police uncle.

I remember there was a cross talk describing this situation. A class of students went out to do good deeds, but they couldn't find the old lady crossing the road that day.

More than 30 people waited on the side of the road for half an hour, and finally found one. Then everyone helped the old lady back and forth across the road in pairs.

Then two hours later, the old lady still hadn't finished crossing the road, so she sat in the middle of the road angrily and refused to walk.

Of course, this is an exaggeration technique used in cross talk, but it is also a common phenomenon. The teaching in that era was indeed relatively template-based.

All the children in a class were lying there writing about crossing the road and picking up money, and the teacher was very satisfied.

When she turned around and returned to the front row, she frowned.

That Ye Yuze not only didn't write any essays, but the books he read were not even Chinese textbooks for the first grade of junior high school.

The teacher has been grudged against Ye Yuze for a long time, and he really can't bear it this time.

She walked over and knocked on the table. "Ye Yuze, do something within your capabilities and don't be too ambitious!"

Zhao Ling'er covered her mouth and snickered. In fact, she also talked about him just now, but this guy just took advantage of her. She couldn't hit him in class, so she had to wait and see.

In fact, Iye Yuze has always been a relatively humble child and never talks back to the teacher.

But this teacher Yao’s attitude problem is really a bit big, what he said is so full of contempt!

Although Ye Yuze was young, he was still a man, right? He stood up and said righteously:

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

Teacher Yao was initially shocked by him because his movements when he stood up were really fierce.

"Haha!" Zhao Ling'er on the side couldn't hold it back and finally laughed out loud.

Teacher Yao looked at this child with a bit of toothache. She was obviously smaller in height and face than her classmates. She was really embarrassed to blame him.

She really couldn't figure out why Principal Gan insisted on letting such a child in. If the child suffered, she would also suffer if she followed him.

This kid obviously couldn't keep up with his studies, but for the sake of face, he still held up a textbook for the third grade of junior high school and pretended to read it.

Teacher Yao sighed, and the rising anger subsided. He calmed down and patiently enlightened:

"Look at what Zhao Ling'er wrote. She picked up a penny on the side of the road and gave it to the police uncle. Isn't this kind of thing very meaningful?"

Ye Yuze glanced at Zhao Ling'er suspiciously. Zhao Ling'er puffed out her chest. Well, she didn't have breasts. She had a proud look on her face.

Ye Yuze couldn't hold it back. "Teacher, there is only one road here and there is no traffic police? Did she go to the police station to pay?"

The teacher was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Ling'er looked confused. This question is very sharp and profound, isn't it?

The teacher struggled for a while and finally said helplessly:

"Then just write about helping the old lady cross the street!"

Ye Yuze scratched his head.

"Teacher, our road rarely sees a car once a day, and the total number of bicycles can't exceed ten. You really don't need help!"

Teacher Yao instantly felt the urge to kick the boy no less than ten times, but in the end he was suppressed.

"Then you write something different! You are not allowed to leave until after school. I will accompany you after school!"

Teacher Yao finally used his trump card.

Aren't you a straight man? I must have turned you upside down today.

Zhao Ling'er pouted and looked at Ye Yuze. Her mood was different from that of the teacher. Because she knew the details of Ye Yuze.

This guy definitely knows how to write, he just deliberately embarrasses himself.

Ye Yuze bit his pen and thought about what to write. Dragging someone into the hall is absolutely not allowed! He is prone to domestic violence.

After thinking for a while, Ye Yuze finally leaned down and started writing.

At this time, everyone's eyes were wandering on him. This kid slapped everyone in the face with two questions.

The key point is that he is only ten years old! Everyone else in the class is thirteen or fourteen years old. Who can tolerate this kind of thing?

Teacher Yao has already gone out, probably to go to the office to drink water. There is no way, the anger is a bit strong, and it must be doused with water!

Zhao Linger put her head in front of Ye Yuze, and their heads were basically touching each other.
Chapter completed!