70s Military Wife Busy Farming

Lin Yunxi woke up to find herself transmigrated into the body of a military wife in the 1970s.

Not only was she married young, but she also had a cute son.

In this era of scarcity, Lin ...

Chapter 384 It's Your Own fault

Chapter 384 It's Your Own fault

The issue of replacement was solved perfectly. After Lin Yunxi said goodbye to everyone, he took Zhao Xiangrong and the teachers back.

On the way, Lin Yunxi was in a good mood. According to Uncle Jiang's personality, he would definitely conduct a strict and thorough investigation into the matter of replacement quotas within Province Z.

Once such a big thing is exposed, it will definitely attract the attention of the higher-ups as well as the support of the public and candidates. Then, a thorough investigation across the country will not be a problem.

In her previous life, Lin Yunxi was indignant in her heart and promised that she would do her best to stop it if she had the chance. She did it!

Zhao Xiangrong felt scared when she learned that several children did not receive the admission notices not because of her fault, but because their scores were replaced by others.

Fortunately, she also discovered the problem and called these students and their class teachers back to school in advance to check some details, and reported these matters to Yunxi.

Otherwise, if she took this matter lightly and ignored it, it would be a huge teaching accident.

Even if Yunxi didn't say anything, Zhao Xiangrong would definitely not be ashamed to stay in the affiliated middle school anymore.

Of course, the reason why Lin Yunxi valued Zhao Xiangrong was not only because of her rich experience in running schools in her original school, but also because of her personality and strong principles.

On the other hand, Zhang's father and mother finally put their minds to rest. The couple happily took Zhang Qingqing to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a pound of pork ribs, a fish and a whole chicken, planning to go home and celebrate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got home, he ran into Wu Anqi who was going crazy at the gate of their house, and government officials who were trying to stop her.

After all, Wu Anqi is the daughter of the county party secretary, and now Wu Pingjian is just under control, but his position has not been revoked.

So the staff members didn't dare to stop her too much or use too much force for fear of hurting her.

When Wu Anqi saw the Zhang family members coming over, talking and laughing, carrying meat, she could no longer control the resentment and jealousy in her heart, and she directly took out the sharp knife hidden on her body.

She rushed towards Zhang Qingqing with a crazy and mad look on her face, shouting loudly.

"Zhang Qingqing, go to hell!"

The incident happened so suddenly that no one could react and they were about to be stabbed.

The inspection team sent by the province was led by a former soldier. He rushed forward and pinned the frantic Wu Anqi to the ground.

Then he gave his orders to his men impartially.

"Wu Anqi stabbed someone in the street. She turned 18 in September this year and has full civil capacity. Send her directly to the local public security bureau."

However, before she was sent away, the team leader ordered a body search, fearing that she might be hiding any sharp weapons.

Finally, a handful of admission letter fragments were found in his pocket, and Wu Anqi laughed wildly when she saw them.

"Hahahahahahaha, I've torn up the admission letter. I can't go to college, and Zhang Qingqing, forget it too."

Because of the Zhang family’s “restlessness”, her parents and uncle were taken away, leaving her alone.

She also had to be pointed at and criticized, especially when she faced the contemptuous looks from her extremely envious classmates and close friends when she said she was admitted to Tsinghua University.

Wu Anqi felt a little ashamed, and then this little bit of shame turned into huge anger, causing her to blame everything on the Zhang family.

Wu Anqi, who grew up in a spoiled family, never knew how to write the word "fear". She naively believed that her family was the center of power and all the others were pariahs who had to bow down to her.

A big part of the reason is also family education issues. Wu Pingjian is busy with government affairs every day and has no time to educate his daughter personally.

Thanks to her husband's official position, Jiang Ping, a woman who only graduated from elementary school, was able to firmly sit in the position of chairman of the county women's federation.

The smooth journey made Jiang Ping deeply immersed in the great joy of having real power, and thus transmitted a lot of distorted values ​​to Wu Anqi.

So all of this is the Wu family’s own fault. They can’t blame anyone else, and they can’t blame the victims at all.

At this time, the three members of the Zhang family all turned pale, and Zhang Qingqing carefully picked up the fragments on the ground and in the puddle, trying to piece the notice together.

Because the fragments were so small, many of them were trampled into the ground by the people on the scene in the chaos just now.

Finally, the leader of the inspection team was knowledgeable and stepped forward to comfort her: "Little girl, don't fight it. We will contact Tsinghua University directly and reissue you a notice."

"Is it really possible?" Zhang Qingqing and Zhang's father and mother looked at the team leader hopefully.

"Really." After all, there is a reason for what happened, and Tsinghua University will definitely understand.

The inspection team members, public officials and onlookers present all breathed a sigh of relief. That was National Tsing Hua University. It would be such a shame if it was destroyed because of the notice!

There was only one person at the scene - Wu Anqi, who instantly became agitated and tried her best to break free from her bound hands and feet. She was unwilling to give up!

In Wu Anqi's view, victims like the Zhang family should be bullied and exploited by her obediently, and no resistance is allowed.