Chapter 165 Ma Qijun's disgusting letter home
Xiaomei: I miss you so much after not seeing you for so many days. Are you okay? Do you have any pressure in your studies? In order not to worry you about my injuries, I have to make some time to think about you even though I am busy with military affairs. The allowance has been increased since this month. I hope Xiaomei will not save it. When my husband comes back this time, I will definitely see you well-fed and plump.
Feng Jin narrowed her eyes in disbelief and read it again. Even after she finished reading it for the third time, she still hadn't come back to her senses:
"Husband? I miss you..." These were not words that the Ma Qijun she knew would say.
If he had said even a word similar to this kind of missing her, she would have taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
The second paragraph mainly writes: Knowing that you are studious, I found some books for you from your old comrades, I hope you will find them helpful. Also, you have never seen your husband participate in a naval battle, nor have you seen the sea, so your husband took a photo specially so that you can take it out and look at it when you miss me.
Feng Jin's upper and lower teeth were clacking with each other. Not to mention how corny these words were, she never dreamed that these words came out of Ma Qijun's mouth.
To the city.
Ye Xiaomei had just returned to school. At noon, He Shangzhen ate a few mouthfuls of food in the cafeteria and then went to the vegetable market.
It was already one o'clock when she came back. Ye Xiaomei was busy in the remaining hour, sweating all over, rolling out the dough and chopping the meat.
The two of them took turns, and at 1:30 they finally finished making the skin and fillings.
"Xiao Mei, we only have half an hour left. We definitely can't finish it. How about this, I'll take a leave in the afternoon." Shang Zhen was so busy that he didn't dare to sit on the bench, for fear that it would affect his hand speed.
"That won't do. If you miss classes, you won't be able to keep up with your studies." Ye Xiaomei is not the kind of person who would sacrifice her big dreams for the sake of making money. It's too unwise.
Although Shang Zhen is only seventeen years old, two years younger than me, he was admitted to a key university through serious examinations, and he will have a bright future if he studies hard.
Shang Zhen told the truth: "In fact, I didn't want to go to school from the beginning. My father hoped that I could be educated and help him in the future. Now he has his own son, what does he want me to do?"
"You can't say that." Ye Xiaomei doesn't like people who give up on themselves: "The knowledge you learned from studying is all in your own mind. In the future, it will only be you who will be able to travel far and wide with knowledge, not for others."
"Traveling all over the world? I never even dreamed of such a lofty ideal."
"What do you want to do? Like other women, when you turn 18, you find a man to marry, get married, have children, raise them, and then have your children get married and have children?"
If Ye Xiaomei had not been forced at that time, she would never have thought of getting married so early, because studying was more important than anything else in her life.
Of course, God was kind to her and she unexpectedly met a man who loved her so much that she could go to school even with a big belly.
"I haven't even thought about getting married. My mother is a typical example. I'm very scared of it." Shang Zhen pouted in disgust.
"Then you have to study hard, otherwise who will you rely on in the future? You can only rely on yourself."
Ye Xiaomei looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "It's 1:55. Okay, let's make dumplings together after school. At worst, we can make dumplings while we sell them."
Having said that, Ye Xiaomei untied her apron, let you wash your hands, and then went to class.
It was the first time that Shang Zhen was stunned for the entire class after hearing what someone else said. Ye Xiaomei was right. Looking back from her childhood to adulthood, she had never lived for herself.
Think about it, her father won’t give her any money this year. What about the future? If she really has no education at all, she will have to beg for food in the future.
"Shang Zhen." With a snap, a piece of chalk hit Shang Zhen on the head.
She was brought back to reality and stood up immediately.
Wang Liang stared at Shang Zhen angrily for a long time: "In the first class, the physics teacher told me that you are not a good student. If you don't want to study hard, don't go to class. Tell me what I just said."
Ye Xiaomei secretly glanced at Shang Zhen from the front row. She looked around at her classmates in confusion. What are you talking about? Huh?
Ye Xiaomei also became anxious. What was Shang Zhen doing? The head teacher had just explained it three times.
"What a waste." Wang Liang saw that he couldn't answer, so he slammed the table and said:
"Let me say it again, our school is a key middle school, with an annual enrollment rate of over 70%. The rest are vocational schools no matter how bad they are. This year, we admitted a large number of students recommended by night colleges, so the overall performance will be quite different from that of the freshmen of previous years.
This means that the enrollment rate will be directly lowered. For the sake of the overall enrollment rate of key middle schools, the midterm exam will be used as a dividing line. At that time, there will be poor and excellent classes. Shang Zhen and Li Xiaochun, bad apples like you will definitely be assigned to the poor class. Students like you may not even be able to get into a vocational high school."
Ye Xiaomei pondered for a moment and said, "Teacher Wang, you can't be so absolute."
Wang Liang withdrew his gaze and looked at Ye Xiaomei in the first row. His eyes were always much softer: "Student Ye Xiaomei, please say whatever you want to say."
Ye Xiaomei stood up slowly: "Teacher Wang, you can't say that to discourage students with poor grades. Besides, if Shang Zhen studies hard, she will definitely get good grades."
Wang Liang couldn't hold back his anger and knocked on the podium lightly: "You also said that you should study hard. Shang Zhen, who among you is a good student? And you, Ye Xiaomei, you are the top student in our class. In the future, you should avoid interacting with students like Shang Zhen, otherwise your grades will be dragged down."
"Wang Liang, what are you talking about? My grades are not good, so what qualifications do you have to prevent me from making friends?"
My goodness, Shang Zhen’s temper is coming up again.
Seeing Wang Liang's face full of arrogance, Ye Xiaomei was about to speak as he pointed at her. She quickly interrupted him, otherwise things would be difficult to deal with:
"Teacher Wang, if Shang Zhen can get into the top ten in the midterm exam, will he not be assigned to the poor class?"
"Top ten? Forget about the top ten in the whole grade. Even if I'm in the top ten in the class, I'll take over this podium." Wang Liang glared at Shang Zhen with disdain.
"What did you say? Do you keep your word?" Shang Zhen gritted his teeth in anger and sat down on the stool with his chest heaving.
"The girl's grades are not very good but she's very angry. I said that, and all her classmates can testify to that." Wang Liang still didn't believe it. Not only did the girl fight, but the other teachers in the office also gossiped about her.
It is said that even the matter of taking the top scholar to sell dumplings must have been taught by Shang Zhen, the poor student. If he dragged down the top scholar's performance, he would be so embarrassed.
Who would have thought that there were many students in the classroom making noises, and some were even clapping.
——We all heard it.
——I heard it too.
Wang Liang was furious: "And you, Ye Xiaomei, I won't investigate whether Shang Zhen instigated you to sell dumplings, but I will take care of the matter of delaying your studies."
"Hey!" Is Ye Xiaomei asking for trouble? She was slightly stunned and said softly, "Teacher Wang, didn't you promise me that if I got the top three in the Olympiad, you would still pay for dumplings for the whole class? If I quit, how are you going to fulfill your promise?"
At first, Ye Xiaomei didn't believe what Shang Zhen said about him stealing money. This morning when he went to take the exam, he hired a broken four-wheeled vehicle to carry cow dung. She was a little suspicious at that time.
As soon as these words were spoken, the class went into an uproar.
Not many students knew about this, but now everyone knows about it.
——Really? Teacher Wang is so generous? He treated us to dumplings, classmates.
Shang Xuetang also shouted, "Long live Teacher Wang, here are some free dumplings."
Wang Liang's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had just woken up from a dream, but how could he take back what he had said, after all, he was the class teacher.
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