Then I had a crazy summer vacation and became lazy.

Zuo Heng felt very embarrassed. This was the task Zhou wanted to assign to him, but he didn't complete it.

Zhou wanted to ignore them and let them install it while he went to cook.

Steam the rice first, then cut and stir-fry the vegetables.

I'm sweating profusely due to the heat. I should buy a floor fan. It won't be enough this year and they're out of stock. I have to buy one when it's in season.

He drew water from the well, put the rice and the pot into the water to cool them down, and then called the two people in the room to eat.

After the wooden bed was installed and wiped clean, Zhou Xiang looked at the carvings. They looked a bit like the ones on the three-door wardrobe that he had stolen into the space. Could they be a set?

There is no choice but to separate them.

At night, Zhou Xiang entered the space, put the three-door wardrobe that he had smuggled in into the bedroom, wiped off the dust, and packed the old clothes and bedding inside.

There was no more space, so two large standing cabinets were brought into the bedroom.

After collecting everything, the three cabinets were full. Zhou Xiang really didn't expect that he had collected so many things in his previous life.

Although they were all old things discarded by others, they were treasures to me who was a scavenger at that time.

well……!

Wipe the chest of drawers clean and put them in order, then go into the study to study. The space is always bright, and under the study window is a good place to study.

Now that I'm in junior high school, it's time to cheer up and read all the technical books here.

On the first day of reporting, Zhou didn’t plan to go because there were too many people. Anyway, there were only two days to report!

Ran Qiming waited for her at the reporting office for a whole day, but she didn't show up. He looked at the roster again and decided to come back tomorrow!

By the time Zhou Xiang, carrying his backpack, slowly strolled to the reporting office of No. 1 Middle School, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon on the 31st.

Zhou Xiang was surprised to see Ran Qiming. "Director Ran, are you suffering from Alzheimer's? This is the registration office for the first grade students at No. 1 Middle School."

Ran Qiming, who had waited until the flowers had wilted, was angered by this and laughed, "Yeah! I have Alzheimer's disease, I don't remember anyone but you, so you have to take care of me from now on."

"Go find whoever you want. We have nothing to do with each other. Don't even think about it. Or maybe I can call the police for you."

"Thank you! No need. Aren't you here to report? Hurry and take out the notice and household registration book."

"What? You're not a good director anymore, so you're going to be a teacher?"

"Yes, come and experience the grassroots."

"Are you the teacher of Class 1, Grade 7?"

"right!"

"Can I take a shift?"

"I can change it too. You can't escape. I'm going to take your class."

"Well! You have the capital to be willful. Here is the notice, household registration booklet and tuition fee. Go ahead and report!"

Ran Qiming returned the money to her and said, "The school has waived your tuition."

"What about the miscellaneous expenses?"

“All free.”

"Thank you. For poor people like us, every penny counts, and every penny saved counts!"

Ran Qiming was slightly stunned. Today, he had finally experienced her sharp tongue. He suddenly regretted teaching her class. What should he do? Would her sharp tongue drive him to Alzheimer's?

Bah! She's so angry that I'm speechless. Is Alzheimer's disease caused by anger?

I quickly filled out the information for her and registered her. "Third building on the west side, first floor, first classroom. Books will be distributed tomorrow morning."

I really don't understand why I have to wait for her here for two days. The math teacher clearly said that she can receive new students.

Zhou Xiang said "Oh" and turned to walk out the door. He was more familiar with No. 1 Middle School than he was.

Ran Qiming regretted it again. He decided to come to Huaixian No. 1 Middle School in order to hone his skills and get closer to her. But who knew that there wasn't much else here except a lot of crazy female teachers.

He has been revolving around me all day long, and I have endured it for the sake of my goal. But my target is so eccentric and sharp-tongued, can I stay here?

Ran Qiming, who felt bald, packed up his things and went back to the office. The only one who could report in the next afternoon was the freak Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang returned to the Water Conservancy Bureau and met someone he knew at the door of Old Wei's house, the aunt of Zhoujia Village.

"Aunt?"

"Think about it?"

Wei Juan's mother hadn't expected her future in-laws to know Zhou Xiang. Yes, wasn't the future son-in-law she had chosen also surnamed Zhou? Wouldn't this change anything?

"Zhou Xiang!"

"Aunt Wei!" Zhou Xiang said indifferently.

Wei Juan's mother suddenly felt a sense of gloating. "Didn't you want Wang Qiao to marry into our family? Now your relative is marrying in."

"We will be relatives from now on." I told you to be cold.

Zhou Xiang ignored her malicious smile and simply asked Zhao Hedi, "Aunt, have you reached an agreement? Have you paid the betrothal gift?"

Zhao Hedi shook her head. "No, we just started talking and haven't reached a consensus yet."

Wei Juan's mother's heart tightened, and she immediately said, "I agree with everything you just said. I'll go and propose to you tomorrow."

"No need, you can find someone else! My second cousin won't become a live-in son-in-law to someone else's family."

"You are just a child, your words don't count."

Zhao Hedi nodded. "Let's just think about it and talk about it. Just find someone else! The two children haven't met each other yet, and the betrothal gifts haven't been paid."

Wei Juan's mother was so angry that she fell backwards. "You, you guys! Zhou Xiang, do you know that bad marriages will be struck by lightning?"

Zhou Xiang sneered, "Then let God strike me down! Maybe I can save a life better than building a seven-story pagoda! Come on, Auntie, let's go to my yard."

"Hey! Good!"

Zhao Hedi obediently followed Zhou Xiang past the two houses and entered a courtyard that was almost the same size as the Wei family's.

Wei Juan's mother watched the two of them leave and kicked the door in anger, but she hurt her toes.

"Sit down!"

Zhou Xiang poured a glass of boiled water and said to the aunt in the hall who was still standing there stiffly.

"Hey! Good!"

He sat down mechanically, took the water from Zhou Xiang's hand, and drank it in a few gulps.

"There are no buses back to Zhoujia Village anymore. You should go back tomorrow!"

"No, that's not possible. I'll take a bus to Liu Town and walk back."

"Aunt!" Zhou Xiang held her back as she was about to leave. "It'll be midnight if you go back. Uncle Da Tang can cook for himself. Why are you so afraid of him? Isn't it just because you brought your second cousin with you? You and your second cousin have suffered enough injustice over the years."

When Zhao Hedi heard this, it seemed as if the grievances she had been feeling for more than 20 years had found an outlet, and she burst into tears.

"Think about it! I feel so bad! I am someone's stepmother, and I have my own son. Whatever I do is wrong. I can only make your second cousin feel wronged. But feeling wronged over and over again has become a habit.

Your second cousin is already 25! If he doesn’t become a live-in son-in-law, he will have to be your eldest cousin’s servant for the rest of his life in Zhoujia Village.”

Zhou Xiang's eyes also became moist. Being a stepmother is difficult. Who has a deeper understanding of this than herself?