Chapter 33

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Ma Wenjie.

Su Miao rolled his eyes silently inwardly. Ha! How could he have forgotten about him?

His father was also an employee of the unit and lived on the same street as Su Miao's uncle. He had been playing with her cousin Liu Xiaobao since childhood.

In recent years, family planning has been strictly enforced, and some employees have lost their jobs because of having more children than allowed.

But because their family wanted to have more boys, they reported that the eldest child had a problem, got a fake disability certificate, paid a large fine, and forced him to have a pair of twin brothers.

The elders in the family all doted on the twins, and gradually they all ignored him.

The child was very sensitive, and many people used his disability certificate to laugh at him, so his personality became twisted over time.

Since his family didn't care about him, they naturally wouldn't buy him snacks or the like, but her cousin Liu Xiaobao never ran out of pocket money.

Thanks to those snacks, she managed to gain several loyal brothers, who used to bully her together.

The farmers that Ma Wenjie mentioned were two classmates who came from the countryside to study. They did not have urban household registration, but their families had fruit fields, their conditions were not bad, and their academic performance was also very good.

But now there seems to be a gap between rural and urban household registration. No matter what the family situation is, you will often be looked down upon.

Every time they were ridiculed, the two students would just lower their heads and hunch in their seats without saying a word.

"Slug! Have you tried the side dishes and pork offal from Su Miao's house?" Wang Xin asked, calling Ma Wenjie by his nickname.

Ma Wenjie immediately exploded: "You! You are the slug! I won't eat any of that crap! My grandma said pig offal is only for poor people!"

"Oh, that means you haven't eaten it! Also, I heard that stir-fried pork offal costs two yuan a pound. Even if your family buys it, they give it to your two younger brothers instead of giving it to you."

Su Miao tugged at Wang Xin's sleeve to signal him to stop talking. After all, his knife stabbing was too precise, and she didn't want to pay much attention to these children's remarks.

Ma Wenjie jumped up from his seat and shouted, "You know shit! People like hers who don't have proper jobs are called hooligans, and small vendors are considered the lowest class in the old days."

Su Miao frowned and said that she could, but not when it came to her father.

"Student Ma Wenjie, there's no hierarchy in work, only division of labor. My father was able to set up a stall because the state allowed it. What's the low class? New China has been established for decades, so why are you still stuck in the Qing Dynasty?

Whether they are workers, farmers, or vendors, they all work with their own hands to earn the fruits of their labor. Labor is the most glorious thing, so how can it become so shameful in your mouth?

As soon as these words were spoken, the classmates all applauded Su Miao, and even the two students with rural household registration straightened their backs a lot.

Li Yuanyuan applauded and said, "There's really nothing special about the employees in our unit. Most of the families in our class do that. Su Miao's family can cook, and Jiang Wang and Jiang Xi's families can grow fruit. That's what's special. If no one did these jobs, where would we get to eat delicious food?"

Ma Wenjie wanted to say something more in rebuttal, but was interrupted by the arrival of the head teacher.

The head teacher said to the students at the door, "Which student has finished breakfast? Come with me to move the new textbooks."

“I’ll go! I’ll go!”

"I'm coming too! I love moving books!"

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Wang Xin is always the most active in such matters, and he is always there, along with several boys sitting in the back row.

After the new textbooks were brought back, they were placed on the desks of the students in the first row according to their categories.

The teacher calls the students whose names are called and asks them to take one book from each stack on the left so that they don’t take the same book as others.

Su Miao touched the brand new textbook and felt a little excited, while the other girls began to chatter about what color book covers they should use for their textbooks.

After the books were distributed, the bell for class rang. The head teacher asked everyone to put away their textbooks and left. At the door, he met the Chinese teacher who was about to come to class. He exchanged a few words with a smile.

The basic goal of primary school Chinese is to cultivate students' practical ability to use Chinese, enable students to communicate using a unified language and writing, and have a preliminary understanding of the excellent culture of ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

At the same time, we should deepen our understanding, strengthen our memory, and accumulate a sense of language through repeated reading of textbooks.

Su Miao looked at the table of contents. Most of the articles were still the same as they were more than ten years later, with only a few additions or deletions.

The Chinese teacher is a very elegant lady with a gentle and pleasant voice, especially when she reads the text, which makes people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze on their faces.

The second section is mathematics class. Sixth graders mainly learn fraction multiplication and division, mixed operations, cylinders and cones, sector charts, direct and inverse proportions, etc.

The head teacher was giving a lecture at the front desk, and Su Miao was writing furiously at the back desk. The teacher nodded secretly, thinking that Su Miao was indeed her favorite student, as he was always serious in class.

Only her deskmate Li Yuanyuan knew that Su Miao was not listening to the class at all, but was reading the textbook and doing the exercises in it. In one class period, she went through half of the course in the book.

After class, Li Yuanyuan couldn't wait to ask, "Miaomiao! Were you studying on your own just now? Have you learned all the rest?"

Su Miao smiled lightly and said, "Actually, I have already studied it by myself during the summer vacation, and I can master all the contents of the book."

Li Yuanyuan's eyes lit up again: "Miaomiao, you are truly amazing! It turns out that people are different!"

"I just spent a little more time. You can do it too. If you encounter any problems, feel free to ask me."

Su Miao felt the following English class was a bit boring.

Although English has officially become a main subject in the college entrance examination since last year and has been given more attention in teaching at all stages, the teaching of English in primary schools is still very basic.

It mainly involves memorizing words and learning some simple conversations. Grammar has not been covered yet. This is too easy for Su Miao, who can write papers in English. She opened the vocabulary list at the back of the textbook, went through all the words, and then started to daydream.

After Su Yuanzheng closed his stall, he went home to pack up everything. After a short rest, he rushed to the school gate without stopping. He just heard the five o'clock school bell.

After a while, he saw his daughter walking out with Li Yuanyuan, carrying a heavy schoolbag. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but his daughter, who was full of energy in the morning, now seemed a little disheveled.

After saying goodbye to Li Yuanyuan, Su Miao climbed onto the tricycle weakly.

Su Yuanzheng asked, "Miaomiao, is the homework too difficult? It's a bit difficult to learn."

"Um...it's not difficult. I'm just a little uncomfortable with the new school starting."

Su Miao was filled with tears. She couldn't say it was because it was too simple!

It was as simple as an adult watching 1+1. The free time was the most difficult to endure. In the end, she was literally counting the seconds waiting for school to end!