Zhang Yu looked at it and put the small box into the space.
After filling the cellar, the topsoil that had just been received into the space was put back intact.
At this point, from a superficial perspective, the cellar is no different from other places.
There may be some differences inside, but as time goes by, they will gradually merge into one. Even if the orange is dug up again, no difference will be found.
Time is the most elusive thing in the world. In the blink of an eye, everything has changed.
Before Zhang Yu felt anything, it was already the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, just before dawn, Zhang Guifang came to knock on the door and told him to get up.
When Zhang Yu got dressed, washed up and went out, the rest of the family was already waiting at the door.
Seeing Zhang Yu's unhurried look, Zhang Guifang urged: "Let's go, let's go for a run around the alley while it's early."
"Running, Mom, if you want to run, just go and run by yourself. If you don't want to run by yourself, you can ask my dad to go with you. Is there any need to wake up the whole family this morning?"
In order to write the manuscript, Zhao Lei stayed up most of the night last night. Just after falling asleep, his mother called him up again. At this time, his eyes seemed to be stuck with glue and he could not open them.
Zhang Guifang glared at her second son and said angrily: "I told you to run, just go and run. How can you come up with so much nonsense all day long? Do you blame me if you don't sleep at night?"
"Okay, okay! I'm going to run away." Forced by his mother's power, Zhao Lei could only rub his eyes hard twice, trying to dispel the sleepiness.
When the two brothers next to them saw the second brother (second brother) falling behind, they sighed with some disappointment.
Let's run together. Who said that my brothers are so incompetent?
Seeing that no one spoke up to refute, Zhang Guifang smiled and then said: "I'm not harming you by asking you to run, so why do you need to droop your face?
Do you know what day it is today? Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. As the old saying goes, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you will be free from all kinds of diseases, and those who are sick will be sold to pigs. If you run around more today, you will not be sick in the next year."
"Mom, you're still working in the street office, why do you still believe in these feudal superstitions?" Zhao Xiaoping was the only one who dared to speak like this in front of Zhang Guifang.
As the only girl in the family, she has some privileges.
Just like now, Zhang Guifang just glanced at her daughter and said: "What feudal superstition, if you don't understand it, just don't act nonsense. This is a custom passed down by the ancestors. Are you going to run away?"
When Zhang Guifang said this, Zhao Xiaoping originally wanted to refute a few words, but she looked at her mother standing behind her and said nothing. She just looked at her father, silently swallowed back what she wanted to say, sneered, and quietly hid behind her eldest brother.
later.
Either she wanted to argue with her mother, or she was just bored and wanted to say a few words.
With Zhao Lei and Zhao Xiaoping, these two failed first-timers, the rest of the family will naturally not say anything.
Zhang Yu also ran around the surrounding alleys obediently behind his family.
After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the year is considered to have passed.
When school started again and he walked to the class, Zhang Yu found that the atmosphere in the class was a lot tense, and everyone was bowing their heads at their desks and doing questions.
But now there is less than half a year left before the college entrance examination, and everyone’s situation is understandable.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu's writing hand paused. After calculation, it has been more than two years since he came to this world, and it will be three years soon. I wonder if the sister-in-law and others in the previous life have got out of the haze of their own deaths.
However, before Zhang Yu could start feeling sentimental, the class door was knocked open with a bang, and in an instant, there was another person next to him.
Before Zhang Yu could speak, the other party stretched out his hand towards Zhang Yu: "Zhang Yu, help, help! Have you finished writing the test paper? When you finish, let me copy it."
Being disrupted by him, all Zhang Yu's catch-up efforts disappeared. He looked helplessly at the eager Wang Rui and the blank test papers he took out, and sighed: "You didn't do any of them.
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Yes, there is already homework at this time.
As a high school senior, homework is even more important.
In order to improve their admission rate, the principal got a lot of papers from nowhere, which were handwritten by the teacher, mimeographed, and then distributed to the students.
Regarding these test papers, people in the class are generally divided into three attitudes.
I was very excited when I wanted to take the college entrance examination. I was very careful when picking up and putting down the test papers for fear of damaging them.
After all, at this time, there were no study materials similar to the "three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation" in later generations. Now it is very difficult to find test papers and the like for practice.
Sometimes, in order to buy a teaching aid, you have to queue up early in the morning and wait in line for a long time to buy it.
How could you not be happy when you suddenly got so many sets of test papers?
But there are still a group of students in the class who don't want to go to college, but just want to get a high school diploma.
In their eyes, these prepared test papers are a scourge, and they naturally need to stay away from them as much as possible.
There is also the last group of people who wander between the two parties, but have never chosen to take sides.
For them, they are very self-aware and know that there is a high probability that they will not be able to get into college, but at this point in their studies, they feel a little unwilling to not take the exam.
Just when Zhang Yu was stunned, Wang Rui began to look nervous on his face. He looked at Zhang Yu in disbelief, his eyes full of horror: "You can't, you can't write it either, right?"
Looking at Zhang Yu's expression, Wang Rui became more and more sure of his guess.
This guess made him almost scream: "It's over, it's over, why didn't you write it? Who can save me now?"
Zhang Yu was interrupted by his voice and reluctantly took out the test paper from the hole in the table and handed it to him.
But at the end, he still couldn't help but persuaded: "Wang Rui, the questions in this test paper are very good. The principal must have put a lot of thought into sending these questions. You should make good use of this.
After completing the test paper, we will be able to integrate the content we have learned previously."
In response to Zhang Yu's advice, Wang Rui just waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I don't want to take the college entrance exam anyway. Besides, even if I wanted to take the exam, with my grades, I wouldn't have a chance.
My dad has given up hope on me getting into college a long time ago, but now he has thought about it and thinks it would be great if I could get a high school diploma."
While Wang Rui was talking, he copied the papers quickly, trying to use one pen all morning to return a miracle to the teacher.
When school was about to end at noon, the teacher who had been holding a meeting for a long time finally entered the classroom, and the first thing he did was to collect the test papers.
