Chapter 119: Going to school at Shangxuetang
Ye Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, then looked at the boy with naturally curly hair, who must be at least in his twenties: "Going to...school?"
Is there anyone with the surname Shang? Is there anyone with the surname Xia? It seems that there are more than a hundred surnames in the Hundred Family Surnames.
"Yes, Shang Xuetang, nice to meet you." Shang Xuetang smiled and said, "When I was a child, my mother hoped that I could study hard in Shang Xuetang."
"Nice to meet you!" Ye Xiaomei smiled awkwardly. Fortunately, the bell for class rang and several invigilating teachers came in with papers in their arms.
This exam is about politics, and in the afternoon we will have math and history.
In fact, for Ye Xiaomei, this was very simple. It was nothing more than an examination for the transition from primary school to junior high school. She was overly nervous during the first Chinese test.
After all, it was her first time to go to school, her first time to take an exam, and also her first time to feel that knowledge could definitely change her destiny.
Half an hour later, Ye Xiaomei handed in the paper.
There are very few female candidates in this class. Perhaps some of them who do not have the conditions to go to school are in the countryside, but the countryside is particularly feudal and people think it is useless for women to go to school.
Ye Xiaomei originally wanted to hurry out and continue eating wontons, but when she left the school gate, she found Ma Qijun was still sitting there with an empty bowl.
"Have you eaten?" Ye Xiaomei sat down and asked hurriedly.
"Well, otherwise it would be cold."
Ye Xiaomei glanced at Ma Qijun who seemed to be nonchalant. He was actually eating her leftovers.
Seeing her dazed look, Ma Qijun thought she was not full, so he decisively ordered another bowl and drove Ye Xiaomei to the hotel.
Wang Lan and Ma Qihong are no longer with us. There was a note left on the table, which was obviously written by Ma Qihong - I'm sending my mother back to my hometown first.
Ma Qijun breathed a sigh of relief. He had always known that his mother was reasonable. Perhaps she was confused for a moment because she wanted to have a grandson of the Ma family.
The afternoon exam was much easier. Ye Xiaomei had used numerical equations and geometric diagrams to calculate the acupuncture points in traditional Chinese medicine theory and found the precise meridian locations.
All that's left is to go home and wait for the notification. The admission notification will be mailed to the candidate's residence.
The closer she got to leaving home, the more nervous Ye Xiaomei became. On the way, she asked Ma Qijun how he communicated with her mother, and he told her the truth - to scare her.
As we entered the village, due to the biting cold wind, there was no one under the tree at the entrance of the village where villagers often gathered. Only a few children with red faces from the cold were running around outside.
Lights were on in thousands of houses, but all the doors were closed. The snow in the wheat fields in the distance melted the slowest and had already covered the wheat seedlings completely.
Ye Xiaomei did not go back to the Ma family directly, but went to the watermelon field.
At the beginning, my mother went against her own will and treated my father Ye Daxiong well because she wanted my father to know who his real family members were in this world.
If nothing unexpected happened, my father must have gone to the watermelon field. With his bad temper, he couldn't stand grandma and uncle scolding him so blatantly.
The car couldn't go in. Although the snow was very thick, the wheels would slip as soon as they ran over it.
After getting off the carriage, the whole army turned up the fur collar of her military coat and wrapped the scarf around the collar, wrapping it tightly. Ye Xiaomei was sweating even when she walked into the watermelon field.
"Mom, are you asleep?" Ye Xiaomei saw that the light in the main room was on, and scraped the mud on the soles of her shoes on the stone at the door. The sheep surrounding the grass village heard the movement and bleated twice.
"Are you going home or not?"
"Mom, Xiaoya has to go to school tomorrow. Why don't you come the day after tomorrow? Xiaoya needs to sleep. The winter vacation is in two days." Zhao Mei's voice was still so soft and timid.
"How can you have a say?"
Then there was the sound of pots and pans being slammed: "It's almost the New Year. You're not afraid of people gossiping when you live in someone else's house, but I, an old man, am afraid of being poked in the back by others."
Ye Xiaomei subconsciously exchanged a glance with Ma Qijun, and the two of them quickly stepped forward and pushed open the door to take a look.
The soup in front of Ye Daxiong was scattered all over the floor. Zhao Mei's eyes were red. Ye Xiaoya was curled up on the bed behind her, her eyes full of fear.
Ye Daxiong was shocked by the sudden appearance of the two people. With his unshaven beard, he avoided everyone's gaze and bit his gums in obvious endurance. Then he held his head with his hands and said nothing.
The little bit of self-esteem he had was completely destroyed by his mother and elder brother. Now he came here to find a wife, and he still lived in the Renma family's place. This made him, a man in his forties, feel very uncomfortable.
"Xiao Mei, where have you been? Why did you come home so late?" Zhao Mei wiped her tears and walked over to pull her daughter in: "Come in, outsider, have you eaten? Mom will serve you a bowl of dumpling soup, it's still hot."
As she spoke, Zhao Mei hurriedly pulled aside the curtain and went to the "workroom". This house was originally a converted thatched hut. Zhao Mei didn't want to spend more money, so she only used a curtain to separate the workroom and the sleeping room, and she also claimed that it was warm to sleep at night.
Li Cuihua turned around to look at Ye Xiaomei, turned her face away with disdain, and said, "One is more wild than the other. It would be better for them to die in the wild outside."
Ma Qijun and Ye Xiaomei looked at each other, and Ye Xiaomei nodded.
Ma Qijun was slightly surprised. Before he could say anything, his wife seemed to know what he was going to say. He didn't have time to think:
"Uncle, let's talk."
It was just a matter of words between two men, so Ye Daxiong stood up and followed Ma Qijun to the yard.
Ye Xiaomei then sat down beside the bed and held the little girl in her arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The little girl nodded with tears in her eyes.
When Ye Xiaomei suddenly raised her head and looked at Li Cuihua, her eyes were obviously startled, and her eyes were very sharp.
"What are you looking at? Was I wrong? I had already driven your mother away a long time ago. What's wrong with me saying your mother is an outsider?" Li Cuihua actually felt a little guilty.
She didn't even know if she had seen it wrong just now. The look in this girl's eyes was like a sword, piercing straight through her heart.
"Grandma, why are you nervous?" Ye Xiaomei became more determined. It seemed that as long as she stared at a person with full concentration, her thoughts would be reflected in her mind, and sometimes even images would appear.
"I...why should I be nervous? Are you going to beat me to death?" Li Cuihua said, her eyes obviously evasive.
Instead, Ye Xiaomei looked at her grandmother without blinking, but she could clearly see what she was thinking.
In order to avenge herself and her mother, she actually wanted to take advantage of the new policy to find another woman for her father, so that her mother would get nothing. The even more disgusting Ye Xiaomei didn't even have the heart to think about it because she was about to vomit.
"I don't want to go to jail, but grandma, you have a very good plan. You came here to drag my dad back home just for the sake of your uncle's family who can give you grandchildren, right?"
Ye Xiaomei rubbed her sister's shoulders, helped her pull the quilt, stood up and looked at Li Cuihua.
Sure enough, she was frightened and trembled. Fortunately, Zhao Mei was still gentle and helped her with the soup in one hand.
Seeing that Li Cuihua had stood firmly on her feet, Zhao Mei put the rice on the table and handed the chopsticks to Ye Xiaomei.
Ye Xiaomei didn't hesitate to take it and started eating it, but her eyes were always on Li Cuihua.
Her hands were shaking in her sleeves. Did this damn girl know something? How did she know it was for the brothers Ye Hu and Ye Qiang?
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