"Grandma Yan, what are you thinking? Manshu will take the college entrance examination after one more year of study. What's the point of transferring her to the city at this time?"
"That's right, schools in the city are not only difficult to enter, but also expensive. Are all the coffins you have put into them?"
"Do I have to pay more to transfer to another school? I heard from a relative of mine that the starting price for transferring to the city is 20,000 yuan. If you really have that kind of money, you might as well buy some delicious food to supplement Manshu. Look how thin that girl is.
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Most of them disagreed with her taking Manshu to study in the city.
Of course, there are also those who agree.
"I think it's a good thing to transfer to another school. The education in the county is definitely not as good as in the city."
"My opponent, if a random student from those schools in City C gets a higher score than in our county."
"Aunt Yan is far-sighted and worthy of being a cultural person."
"I also want to transfer my unsatisfactory child to the city to study, but I am afraid that he will not be able to keep up with the study progress of the children in the city."
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Someone else asked Grandma Yan: "In addition to paying more money, what else does Manshu have to do to transfer to another school? Can she transfer as long as she pays more money?"
The old lady really never heard Manshu say that she needed money.
"I heard from Nannan that there is an entrance exam."
"Take the exam a few days in advance. If you can't pass it, you won't be able to register and you won't be able to transfer."
For those who transfer in their senior year of high school, there is indeed a threshold at Yingcai.
This is also because we are worried that some students will transfer and affect other people’s enrollment rates.
"Ah? There are still exams? Is the threshold for the exam high? No wonder your Manshu has stayed at home and studied hard this month."
In fact, some people want to send their children to study with Manshu and others.
Although they are not in the same grade, Manshu and Wang Yi are recognized by the village for their good grades.
They thought that coming over to study together would allow them to give lectures to the children.
But the old lady didn't let go. She just said that she couldn't sit at home.
There are also several children who will be in their senior year of high school next semester and have heavy study tasks.
This disguised rejection dispelled some parents' uneasy thoughts.
Everyone was concerned about Wan Manshu's transfer to another school, and some asked Grandma Yan what to do with her fields when she went to the city.
Should I come back and plant it myself on weekends, or should I plant it for others?
"I definitely can't come back. I have to cook for Manshu on weekdays, but on weekends. I'm bumping back and forth, and I'm carsick again."
What the old lady meant was to give all the fields to others to plant.
If you are willing to plant some, just communicate with her.
In the end, she chose two trustworthy families and gave them the ones that were close to their own homes.
It was agreed that each family would be given one hundred catties of grain every year.
If you ask for a small amount of this food, it is equivalent to giving it away for free.
Both families are very happy.
In order to avoid long nights and nightmares, I even took the initiative to go to the village chief, write a note, and get my fingerprints stamped.
Mrs. Wang, who came after hearing the news, was not happy when she heard that Grandma Yan had given away all the fields.
From a distance, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sister Yan, look at our neighbors, why don't you leave your fields to me?"
"Our family grows your land, and we can also show you your house. They are far away, and they don't even know if someone breaks into your house at night."
It is a common rule that those who farm other people's fields should help others look at their houses.
But how could Grandma Yan dare to ask Mrs. Wang to help?
She was afraid that if she gave the key to Mrs. Wang, the house would be emptied in a blink of an eye.
Although there is nothing interesting about this shabby house, it is full of memories of the old lady.