"Put on your little schoolbag, I'm going to school."

Li Anle hummed a children's song, walked out of the small yard in a small military uniform and walked out of the small yard with the envy of everyone including his eldest grandson Li Ancai, Li Anguang and others. Today he is going to school.

"Goodbye, Xiaocao."

"Hey, where's my little schoolbag?"

As Li Anle sang, he remembered something: he didn't have a schoolbag.

"Schoolbag?"

Li Guoxi was also confused. He had forgotten this. What should he do now?

Yesterday, when I was changing clothes, the third aunt, the second aunt, and finally the eldest aunt came to help, and even brought a piece of cotton to make crotch pants for Li Anle.

That guy Li Anle was so moved that he shed tears. Finally, the little rooster was protected.

This morning I happily put on my new clothes and showed off in front of many little carrot heads and big carrot heads. Who wants to be proud of it? I forgot my schoolbag.

"I'll ask your mother to sew it up for you later."

It was impossible to buy it, mainly because I had no money, and a canvas bag was not cheap. Li Guoxi only had three yuan in his hand, and he was afraid that he would not have much left after paying the tuition.

"Yeah."

"I want to spend it."

Li Anle thought about future generations seeing flower schoolbags on Douyin, which looked pretty good.

"Okay, okay, let your mother sew it for you later."

"Yeah."

The father and son happily rushed to the commune. After walking for seven or eight miles, Li Anle climbed onto Li Guoxi's back and couldn't walk any further.

I got up too early, and last night I spent the whole night studying elementary school Chinese in the Xueba No. 1 space.

I felt sleepy early in the morning. If it weren't for showing off my new clothes, I'm afraid this guy would have fallen asleep before he could walk more than two miles.

"Anle wake up."

"Does it smell good?"

"Baozi?"

"Big meat buns just out of the cage."

Li Guoxi looked proud. "Eat quickly."

"Is it delicious?"

Li Anle took a big bite of the bun and nodded vigorously. "It's delicious, Dad, you can eat it too."

The hot meat buns made Li Anle almost cry when he ate them. He really didn’t know how good they were until he lost them.

"Dad, just eat a steamed bun."

Li Anle didn't know that Li Guoxi only bought two buns in total and was short of money.

The eldest son ate one bun and left another bun to take back to his wife.

The father and son finished eating steamed buns and steamed buns, and then came to the school. Yesterday, when Li Guoqing sent his eldest sister to the car, he greeted Wang Yan. Wang Yan's brother-in-law was waiting at the school gate this morning.

"Brother-in-law, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Why are you so polite as a family?"

"This is peace, it's quite energetic."

Uncle Dong Qi said with a smile. "I have already said hello to the first-grade teacher Jiang, let's go."

"First grade?"

Li Anle was confused and jokingly said that he was in the first grade, at least the third grade, otherwise he would have to talk about it. "Uncle, I want to go to the third grade."

"Third grade?"

This is what Li Anle has learned about. During the holidays for the first to third graders, they don't have to stand guard and can play at home. During the holidays for the fourth to fifth graders, they have to cooperate with the militia to crack down on speculation. Thinking about the cold winter vacation and the hot summer vacation, I won't do it.

As for the first grade, haha, I am preparing to be a genius, so I have to show off.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Uncle Dong Qi muttered, this kid is too cautious and he is still in the third grade. Isn’t this making trouble?

"But I have learned everything from first grade to second grade."

"Have you learned enough?"

That’s not a small tone, Dong Qi’s uncle said, “Then I’ll test you.”

"What is three times three?"

"Nine."

Uncle Dong Qi asked a few more multiplication and division questions, and Li Anle answered them all. "Go to the office first, and I will take you to find Teacher Wang."

"Teacher Wang, do you still have the third grade test papers?"

"Yes, Teacher Dong, who is this child?"

"A relative of mine has been studying at home for a while and is preparing to go to school."

"What about this test paper?"

"Give him a try."

Uncle Dong Qi took the test paper. "Anle, just sit here and do it. When you finish it, give it to Teacher Wang. Teacher Wang, please help me correct it."

"No problem."

"Sit down."

"Don't worry, write slowly."

Teacher Wang said with a smile, while greeting Li Guoxi, I have to say that it is easy to do things with acquaintances, especially as a young leader.

Li Anle took the test paper and glanced at it. There were no particularly difficult questions. He finished the Chinese and Mathematics papers very quickly, even in less than one class. If it weren't for the fear of scaring Teacher Wang, it would have taken twenty minutes.

None.

"Teacher Wang, I'm fine."

"So fast?"

Wang Shufeng took the test paper with some surprise. He originally thought that it was not written randomly by this little guy, but he took a closer look. "Hey, this writing is really good."

No, Li Anle was proud of learning hard-tipped calligraphy when he was a child.

"All correct?"

Wang Shufeng looked at it seriously, sat down, took out his pen, and quickly finished the corrections. The math was all correct. Although the Chinese had some flaws, the handwriting was so beautiful that he couldn't help but give it full marks. "This is a genius. He learned this level at home."<

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"You wait a moment."

Wang Shufeng found a set of fourth grade test papers and handed them to Li Anle. "You try this set of papers."

"Oh."

In the fourth grade, Li Anle muttered, "You can't get full marks for this, so you have no choice but to be a score control guy. Mathematics is okay, but it's still very easy to control scores. Let's do an auspicious eighty-eight first. In Chinese, Li Anle can't guarantee it."

Can control accurately.

Let’s talk about the fourth-grade Chinese language. He hasn’t learned it thoroughly yet, so he tried his best to do it first. It took a little longer. Some teachers saw him after class and asked in a low voice, what’s going on? Why did he stay in the office to do his homework?

"How is it?"

Uncle Dong Qi also finished class and came over to ask.

"There is no problem in the third grade. Full marks. Now I am in the fourth grade."

"Ah?"

Uncle Dong Qi was a little surprised, this kid really didn't lie.

"What's going on?"

"Principal."

Uncle Dong Qi told everything in detail.

"What a pity."

Principal Wu sighed. In today's world, studying is of little use. If you go to high school, if you have a rural registered permanent residence, you have to go back to your hometown to farm.

"Teacher Wang, I'm done."

"Let me see."

Wang Shufeng took the test paper. Except for one big question he failed to do well in arithmetic, he got everything else right. There were no problems with the Chinese language, except for a few pronunciation and stroke order mistakes. He was around 90, which was fine. This score would have been problematic for a fourth grader.

Not big.
To be continued...