Zhou Wenzhong was just about to go back to the house to sleep when he heard a conversation coming from his parents' room. He frowned, quickly lowered his breathing, and tiptoed towards the door of the master bedroom.
The male voice said: "He is already 15 years old! Why should he go to school? Isn't a junior high school degree not enough? You go out and find out who has a family like ours? Okay! There are three students in a family. Who can afford it?
?Besides, isn’t a junior high school degree enough? When I was as old as him, I had already become a master’s apprentice.”
The female voice said: "But he is only 15 years old now. Where do you want him to be an apprentice? Is there any factory willing to hire him?"
"When you join a factory at the age of 15, you either have to take over a job or buy a job. In a cannery factory in the suburbs, it costs 320 yuan to be a temporary worker digging pits. Even in a pickle factory, it costs 300 yuan. Where is our family?
Is there so much money prepared for him?
Besides, if he enters the factory and has a job, how can he go to the countryside for Wenxiu? Wait until tomorrow. I have already found a way. I will come back at noon tomorrow. I will take him to the grain station to work with others to move grain.
For work, even if you use a dustpan to shovel grain, you can still earn thirty cents a day."
"Well, this is a good idea. I can make some money for my family. Anyway, I'm already 15 years old. If I stay in our village, I can get married and start a family."
"Let's do this for now. I've planned it for a long time. Let him do this for a few years. When the second child is admitted to high school, let him go to the countryside for Wenxiu. According to the regulations, only one person can stay in a family. It can't be done
Let the girl Wenxiu go?"
"But isn't it said outside that only those with a high degree of education go to the countryside? Isn't the boss's junior high school diploma not enough?"
"Don't listen to the nonsense from outsiders. A junior high school education is enough. Besides, all you need is to gather enough people. There are also some people with primary school education who have gone to the countryside."
"That's good. Then where do you think the second child can be assigned after graduating from high school? I heard that high school graduates are not assigned jobs. They have to go to the street office to write a form and wait for placement. Maybe it's not as good as your department store. If the old one is
Second, it would be great if you can go to college and become a cadre. Even if you are a technical secondary school student, you can do it. I have heard that..."
"You, stop thinking about these things now. If the second brother doesn't get a good job, let's use some money to buy some things and move around. At worst, I will transfer the job in the department store to someone else and give him a big factory.
There is always a way to solve it. Go to sleep."
"Hey, but after this round, it's all thanks to the boss. Look, you beat him so hard today that he passed out."
"It's not a big deal if he fainted. Maybe he was hungry. Go outside and take a look. Are there any places where people are not hungry? He is the eldest son in the family, so he should make plans for his younger brothers and sisters. Isn't that how I came here in the first place?
Really? Who didn’t come here like this! Go to sleep!”
With a voice: sleep.
The woman is silent.
Zhou Wenzhong, who was standing in the main room, listened to this conversation with a cold eye and tried hard to recall in the memory of his predecessor. He was not adopted!
This...this is not even as good as Liu Haizhong! Liu Haizhong even arranged a job for Liu Guangtian.
It would be better for you, let yourself work part-time for three years, and then go to the countryside for your younger brothers and sisters. You can arrange the work for the second child. If the second child is not satisfied, you are willing to give your position to the second child. Favoritism can lead to bias.
At this point, you are really like that!
He reached into his cotton-padded jacket, scratched his back, and picked up the mud under his nails.
"No, I can't stay like this anymore, I have to make some movement! But my predecessor is a guy who can't kick things out, so I can't do anything too abnormal."
The corner of Zhou Wenzhong's mouth twitched, and the back of his head felt a dull pain. He quickly rubbed it and walked to the square table.
He picked up a bowl on the table and threw it on the ground.
"Snapped……"
There was no light on in the master bedroom, but a man's voice could be heard.
"Who's out there? What's doing?"
"I'm Wenzhong. I broke a bowl just now. Are you still awake?"
"Hurry up and clean up! Don't prick anyone tomorrow. There are many bowls at home? Are they enough for you to throw and play like this?"
"Oh, I got it."
Zhou Wenzhong responded, picked up another bowl, and threw it to the ground.
"Snapped…"
At this time, scolding came from the room.
"What's wrong with you! I think you did it on purpose! Just wait!"
A kerosene lamp was lit in the room, and the sound of Tara's shoes could be heard.
"Don't worry! I think he just beat him lightly! Mader..."
After Zhou Wenzhong heard this, he picked up the last two bowls on the table and threw them on the ground!
"Crack... clang..."
"Then what? It was too dark in the main room and I couldn't see, so I broke two more bowls. Don't stab you again when you come out!"
At this time, Zhou Deming had already opened the cotton curtain and walked out of the master bedroom.
He is 1.7 meters tall and looks like he has androgynous eyes, sparse eyebrows and big cheeks (he looks like a villain).
Wrapped in a dark blue cotton coat, with a pair of cotton shoes on his feet, holding his pants in his left hand, and holding something similar to a belt in his right hand, he trotted over to Zhou Wenzhong.
Although there were no lights in the main room, Zhou Deming could still clearly see Zhou Wenzhong's location through the moonlight.
He raised the belt in his hand and slapped Zhou Wenzhong hard on the face.
"Pah... I'll beat you to death and make you bite my tongue..."
Zhou Wenzhong raised his right arm to block it. Even though he was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, he still felt a lot of pain. There was already a stinging pain on the back of his neck. It was most likely that the end of the belt had hit his neck.
"Oh, don't fight. Stop fighting! I was wrong, wrong!"
Zhou Wenzhong shouted and hid while Zhou Deming chased him while holding up his pants.
Zhou Wenzhong opened the door of the main room and ran out. According to his memory, he ran to the door of Yanbu Gui's house and knocked wildly on the door.
"Dong dong...dong dong...Teacher Yan, open the door! My dad wants to beat me to death! Teacher Yan, open the door! Third uncle! Third uncle!"
Zhou Wenzhong led Zhou Deming in a performance of "The King of Qin Circling the Pillar" in front of Yan Bugui's house. About three minutes later, Yan Bugui walked out of the house wearing a brown cotton-padded jacket.
[Zhou Wenzhong was looking at Yan Bugui at this time: "Hey! Yan Bugui is much younger than in the TV series. He wears these small glasses, and the temples are not wrapped with tape."]
"What's going on? Lao Zhou, please stop!"
Zhou Deming stopped what he was doing and said angrily to Yan Bugui: "Don't worry, this is our Zhou family's business. I have to beat him today!"
"You are wrong to say that. If it is a matter in the courtyard, Teacher Yan is qualified to take care of it. He is the responsible steward of the street office. And this is the front yard, so Teacher Yan should take care of it. If Teacher Yan doesn't care, he will
Just make mistakes.”
After Zhou Wenzhong said this, he ran to hide behind Yan Bugui.
"Teacher Yan, I wanted to drink water in the middle of the night. I couldn't see clearly at night. I hit the table and broke two bowls. My dad beat me! Look, you beat me. My neck is swollen.
.”
Zhou Wenzhong lowered his head, pulled at his collar, and showed his wounds to Yan Bugui.
"Mr. Yan, please get out of my way. Don't hit you again. Get out of my way quickly, I'm going to hit you hard!"
"Put down the belt! This is in the courtyard, not the boundary of your Zhou family. My son is right, as long as it is a matter in the courtyard, it will be under the control of our steward. Do you still want to beat him to death? No.
Just break a bowl? Why are you so unreasonable? Besides, do you beat a child like this? Are you going to beat him to death? "
Zhou Wenzhong almost squeezed out two tears, walked up to Yan Bugui, choked and said: "Teacher Yan, please get out of the way. Let my dad beat me to death! As long as he can calm down! He is a father.
If you want to beat my son, what can I say?"
"Listen, Lao Zhou! Your son is so sensible. He is trying to save you face like this, but you are so cruel!"
"Dad! Please hit me. There is ice on the ground in the yard. Don't throw me when you hit me. Please hit me as hard as you can!"
After Zhou Wenzhong finished speaking, he walked out from behind Yan Bugui, and Yan Bugui grabbed him.
"Wenzhong, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here today, he can't hit you again."
"Lao Zhou, people need advice. That's enough. After all, he is still a young man, so he can't fight like this anymore. Is there anything you can't say between the two fathers? Go back to the house and rest for a while, and let this matter go away.
Okay. Is that okay? Don’t let outsiders see the joke.”
At this time, there were about 10 people sparsely gathered in the front yard. There were not many entertainment activities these days. The screening of the scene of beating a child at around 8 o'clock in the evening was still able to arouse some people's curiosity.
Maybe it was because the outdoor temperature was too low, and a small breeze blew out the anger in Zhou Deming's heart, or maybe it was because Zhou Deming wanted to be embarrassed, so many neighbors were looking at him, and Yanbu Gui said that he could still do it.
Make the right choice.
"I'll write this down for you first. You can wait for later."
Zhou Wenzhong took Yan Bugui's arm and said: "Teacher Yan, thank you. Originally, I wanted my dad to give me a slap to calm down. I didn't expect that he calmed down after you just said a few words. No wonder you
I can be a teacher! Teacher Yan, thank you! Thank you!"
"Oh, go back. As a son, you have done your best to protect your father's face. Go back, go back."
"Well, I'll go home first. If you have any moving work at home, be sure to call me. I'll help you."
"Okay. I'll remember it. I'll call you if anything happens later."
After Yan Bugui watched Zhou Wenzhong go home, he opened the door curtain and returned to his home.
"Lao Yan, what's going on outside? Did the Zhou family beat their son again?"
"Well, I beat Zhou Wenzhong again."
"What's the reason this time?"
"Zhou Wenzhong broke two bowls, and then he was driven into the yard and beaten by Lao Zhou."
"Just because I broke two bowls? It's enough to just curse a few times behind closed doors. Isn't that all?"
"Look what you said! The two bowls were not bought with money? Don't get involved in other people's affairs. But Zhou Wenzhong is still a good guy. There were a lot of people in the yard just now watching the joke. What Zhou Wenzhong said
Apart from talking, I always try to save face for Lao Zhou."
"It's true, Lao Zhou, it's so late at night. I was woken up just as I fell asleep. Go back to the house quickly."
"Well, let's forget about it. This matter is over."
"Zhou Wenzhong wasn't like this when he was beaten before? What happened today?"
"It hurts from the beating. I looked at the swelling on my neck."
"Don't worry about their family."
"This is in the front yard. If something like this happens, who cares if I don't care?"
"Okay, I don't need to say this anymore."
After Yan Bugui's lover Yang Ruihua finished speaking, he returned to the bedroom.