"Say it again"

Zhang Qiuliang stood at the gate with a cold face, his chest slightly fluctuated, and he was breathing heavily, obviously because he was so angry.

This is a home of acres of bricks, which is very common in rural areas. The exterior walls are grayish-white. In some dilapidated places, the acres of bricks inside can be clearly seen. This kind of acres of bricks are made of mud in rice fields. The acres of bricks and lime layers outside have been separated, revealing some yellow dry mud mixed with straw.

The tiles on the entire roof are uneven, and the ridges are also a little broken. Two red brick columns seem to support the entire roof.

The door frame is made of wood and logs. The texture on it is clearly visible. The color is medium gray and a little black. The threshold is very low. There is only a thin layer left in the middle.

It was drizzling outside. Li Wei, who was sitting at the gate, could clearly feel the drizzle falling on his face with the breeze, with a hint of coolness.

Standing in front of him was his mother. I think she must be uneasy and even very angry at this moment.

This year is 2003, and it was a very uneasy year.

Of course, for the Li family in the countryside, it is not very easy to feel it, it feels similar to that in 2002.

But for rural families, she believes that studying is their only way out, so when she hears Li Wei say that she will not study, it is not just anger, but also a kind of sadness coming from the bottom of her heart.

"I really don't want to go to No. 8 Middle School"

As a poor student, Li Wei's high school entrance examination results can be said to be a mess, so after discussions at home, he was asked to study at No. 8 Middle School, which is a technical school. If Li Wei is still Li Wei, then he would definitely study in obedience.

But now Li Wei is no longer that Li Wei.

He is back!

Do you still need to go to that technical school, is it a waste of time?

I didn’t even get into the middle class in my previous life. I had to be a good person in this life, and at least I had to earn a property that many people envy.

This is relatively simple for Li Wei. After all, even if he is in his old career, he can still make a personal appearance.

"I also want you to go to No. 1 Middle School. Have you passed the exam?"

This made Li Wei a little angry. This year, the entire school took five No. 1 Middle School. As a poor student, Li Wei is so difficult.

"Anyway, I don't want to study anymore. What can I learn from No. 8 Middle School?

Learn how to plant trees? How to graft? Learn how to graft?

What do you think I can learn in that school?

It's a waste of time!"

Li Wei could clearly hear the sound of teeth rubbing and the sound of gasping like a cow.

Thanks to the deep-rooted stress response in his mind, Li Wei ran away because he saw that Zhang Qiuliang was ready to raise his hand.

He knows very well this mother, but he can't say that he will beat him.

I rarely received my father's care since I was a child, but I never felt less caring for me.

The most famous Hunan cuisine is called Zhujian Fried Pork. Li Wei was lucky enough to taste it many times and was tired of it, so he ran away.

"You try running again!"

"Just try it. I said, "Don't fire at any time. Although beating is kissing and scolding is love, based on the mutual principle of force, you will also hurt you, right? Why punish yourself for my mistakes?"

The 40-year-old greasy soul did not dissipate with the transformation of time and space, but instead became even more hippie and smiling.

"you……"

Zhang Qiuliang felt a little twitching, and staggered, so he quickly held the door frame with his hands.

Li Wei knew that things were a bit big, so he hurried over to help him.

"Dong"

The sound is very crisp, and it is called Ding Gong in the local dialect of Shashi.

This is a tragic way of punishment, so Li Wei immediately dodged after being knocked, covered her head, grinned and sucked in the cold air.

Is this called inducing the king into the trap?

"Don't bring such a person, mom!"

After hitting Li Wei, my mood might be much more relaxed, so I didn't refuse to give in anymore.

"I won't tell you now. Your dad will be back in the evening and will look good as you!"

This is not bad.

At least in the 40 years of my previous life, I have never endured mixed doubles for men and women, and it is indeed missing many childhood memories.

My old father is honestly like Amitabha Buddha, and he does not chant, scold or beat him.

So it's fine.

After dinner with a little frozen atmosphere, Zhang Qiuliang did not clean up the dishes as usual, but sat quietly in front of the dining table, waiting for Li Liguo to speak.

Obviously she had already told Li Liguo about the matter, but Li Wei's father Li Liguo was just smoking a cigarette there quietly.

"You said a few words"

"The book still needs to be read..."

There is no deterrent force at all, it is like just explaining something.

"Mom, you actually know in your heart. What kind of school is No. 8 Middle School? You don't need to say more. Can you read good books based on my ability? You should know better than me!

Actually, you should feel glad that I will not waste your money anymore, and your son is so sensible, right!

Just be reasonable, don't rush to do it first!"

Seeing Zhang Qiuliang picking up the chopsticks, Li Wei felt a little scared. Don’t hit people anytime, we have entered a civilized society.

"You said..., I have to see what you can say!"

"Let's look at it now, what is the purpose of studying?

Make more money!

Do you admit this?"

Zhang Qiuliang nodded, either shook his head or did he. In fact, he couldn't explain clearly, what was the purpose of studying?

It’s better to be successful by your son’s appearance as a poor student. Don’t be successful by saying that it’s better to be successful without embarrassing.

"Look, I'm right. Studying is to make more money.

Then now the problem is here.

Can you make more money by studying at No. 8 Middle School?”

Li Wei spread her hands, looking like you see I was right.

"Anyway, you just want to study..."

"Can we make some sense? I already have a complete plan for myself, and reading No. 8 Middle School is not within the plan!"

"laugh!"

Zhang Qiuliang looked contemptuous. What a 16-year-old child said about having a complete plan for him was simply insulting someone's IQ. Of course, Zhang Qiuliang could not think of this sentence, so she instinctively let out a "sneer" to prove that she sneered at it.

"My dad didn't study in the second grade of elementary school. You graduated from junior high school and uncle graduated from No. 8 Middle School. He probably doesn't even have 2/3 of your money now. Is it useful to study No. 8 Middle School?"

Uncle Li Limin studied veterinary medicine, but he was digging wells until now. In Li Wei's opinion, this job is simply a bet on his own life. The most important thing is that he can't make a few dollars. He doesn't have much work all year round, and it's hard to support his family. Of course, he just needs to mess with himself now, which is what later generations say, his whole family will not be hungry.

"This school's teaching level shows how good you want to waste money? Why do I waste my time?"

"What do you want?"

I don’t know if I figured it out or if I was surrounded by Li Wei.
Chapter completed!