Han Yuanfang thanked the old man again and felt much more relaxed after coming out of the brigade headquarters.
The most worrying thing was solved, and she didn't ask the village if they would take back her land. In fact, even if she was given so much land, she couldn't do it.
Before she got home, she saw the two boys from her uncle's house. She really hated them.
The two of them were staring at Han Yuanfang. They were still thinking of taking revenge. But it was not easy to do anything on the street now.
Han Yuanfang thought that if they dared to hit her, she would fight them tooth and nail.
After arriving home, I unpacked and washed all the bedding, and it was noon.
Read a book in the afternoon. I won’t have much time to study in the future, so I’d better read it in advance.
I thought I'd have the opportunity to borrow a book from the first grade of junior high school and read it slowly.
It was still dark when Han Dongmei came over and brought two sweet stalks, which are the same kind as sorghum straw.
Two little girls were sitting in the yard eating sweets. "Yuanfang, what did you do today?"
"I went to the fields to look around in the morning, then went back to bookstore. The village chief helped me find someone to do the autumn harvest. I unpacked and washed the bedding, and read in the afternoon.
Dongmei, do you know who you can marry for the first year of junior high school?"
"I have it at home."
"You also have to read, Dongmei, you must go to school. You see, the girls in our village who don't go to school have endless work to do at home. They must all regret it very much.
There are also people who get married when they reach sixteen or seventeen. You see, you still have to work after getting married.
If you go to school and get admitted to a technical secondary school, how good will it be for you to be assigned a job in the future?"
"I know Yuanfang, but my brain is too stupid and I feel sleepy just reading.
I'll ask my cousin to borrow some books for you, I think he must still have them."
"Is your cousin in the third grade of junior high school?"
"Yeah, I'm studying well. My grandma said that maybe my cousin can be admitted to a technical secondary school in the future."
"Yes, you are so smart, but you just haven't used it in your studies. It's not too late to work hard now, Dongmei, work hard."
Han Dongmei stopped chewing the sweet stick. "Yuanfang, am I really smart?"
"Of course, I remember that you memorized the text the fastest. You just haven't found the right learning method yet, and maybe you really don't pay attention to it in your heart."
"Okay, I have to work hard. I don't want to farm in the village all my life, let alone marry someone who farms in the village."
Han Yuanfang nodded, "Then work hard."
After finishing the sweet cake, Han Dongmei also left. She did not go home, but went directly to her cousin.
"You are only in sixth grade and you are borrowing books from the first year of junior high school?"
"Yuanfang is smart. Brother, you don't need to lend it to her. She is just like you. She will definitely cherish the book."
"Okay, but not now. After I finish the exam, I will lend her all the books I have for the past three years."
Han Dongmei smiled and nodded, "That's great. Yuanfang will be happy."
Han Yixiao just smiled and shook his head.
I was still awake at night when I heard a knock on the door.
Han Yuanfang came out of the room and asked, "Who is it?"
But no one answered, but she knocked on the door anyway, and now she was afraid.
She asked again and still no one spoke.
Han Yuanfang was angry and scared. In this case, don't blame yourself.
She went to the wing to find the sickle and quietly approached the door, but someone knocked on the door.
She gripped the sickle tightly, and when the knock on the door rang, she pulled the door bolt open so that no one outside could hear her opening the door.
Knocking on the door again, she quickly opened the door, and swung the sickle directly. She heard a squealing sound when she cut it, and then ran away without looking back.
It was dark, but Han Yuanfang could still see clearly, it turned out to be Han Shuqiang.
Han Yuanfang gritted his teeth, OK, he must have been hurt this time, and he deserves it. This is because he ran fast, otherwise he would have been given a second sickle.
After closing the door and going back to the house, I felt angry and anxious. Others in the village did not cause trouble for me, but I didn't expect that my cousin would harm me so much.
Han Shuqiang subconsciously dodged just now, and the sickle hit his arm. This damn girl used too much force, it really hurt, and she even bled.
He went over to scare that Sangmenxing after what he said, but he didn't expect that he would be hurt.
He ran home, and Jiang Hongling saw the wound on her eldest son's arm, which was still bleeding.
Han Shuqiang just felt pain and knew he was bleeding, but he didn't expect so much blood?
After all, he was an eleven-year-old child, and he was crying loudly.
Jiang Hongling had a gloomy face and felt sorry for her son. She quickly found painkillers, crushed them and sprinkled them on the wound.
"Xiaoling, what happened to Qiangzi?" Grandma Han asked worriedly outside the window.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a scratch."
"It's okay. Your father and I were shocked when we heard Qiangzi's cry."
Jiang Hongling had already bandaged her son. She asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Han Shuqiang choked and said, "I heard you and knocked on the door outside. Sangmenxing asked me but didn't say anything. Who knew she suddenly opened the door and hit me with the sickle."
Mom, my arm hurts. I don’t think my arm can move anymore.”
"Look at how hopeless you are."
Han Shuqiang was hurt. He had not yet been comforted by his mother, and he felt very aggrieved.
Boss Han sat on the kang and smoked, saying nothing.
The next day, Han Yuanfang tidied up her home and prepared everything she needed to prepare. Then she put on her schoolbag and went to school.
She didn't see Han Shuqiang at school. Although he was older than her, he started school late and was only in the third grade now.
Since they want to scare themselves, next time they come, I will scare them to death.
If you have space, you can definitely do this.
Today is another exam. Every student is wilted. Even the energetic male students have no energy this time. The old class is so cruel.
Han Yuanfang has now adapted to her current study life and doesn't feel anything wrong.
After returning from the exercise, Han Dongmei recovered, "Yuanfang, my cousin said that I can't lend it to you now until after his exam next year. I will lend you all the books for three years."
"Thank you Dongmei."
"Why are you being polite to me?"
Neither of them mentioned the exam this time.
The third class was a handicraft class. Han Yuanfang was pretty good with her hands. Following the teacher's instructions, she also folded out small clothes.
It’s quite interesting to watch. Of course there are many people who envy her.
The teacher told us before get out of class that next week's class will bring scissors.
Han Yuanfang hurried home at noon, and the pigs at home were still waiting to be eaten.
After making arrangements, I still squinted for a while.
A few days passed like this, tomorrow is Thursday, and half of the week has passed.
The old class is quite satisfied with the students' performance. All students' grades have improved. It seems that this is the way to go.
When she went back at noon that day, she met Han Shuqiang and Han Shuwen.
Both of them looked at themselves with hatred.
Han Yuanfang thought in her heart that you are not so beautiful either, and she will scare them to death when it happens again.
