Yang Niannian was a little worried, "Is he sick or feeling uncomfortable?"

Wang Fengjiao shook her head, "It shouldn't be. I touched his forehead and he didn't have a fever."

Yang Niannian said, "I will have a heart-to-heart talk with him in the evening and ask him what's going on." But An An is the orphan of a martyr, and she has to take good care of him.

These days, we eat everything with lard, and Yang Niannian is willing to use more oil. Plus, the children don’t usually get to eat egg noodles made from whole wheat flour, so now it tastes especially good.

Everyone turned into a big eater, even the three-year-old Zhou Pingping ate a bowl of noodles.

9-year-old Zhou Haiyang: "Aunt, your cooking is so delicious."

Zhou Shunshun, 11 years old, "I have never eaten noodles so delicious."

Zhou Qiqi, 12, said, "An An is so lucky to be able to eat meals cooked by you every day."

3-year-old Zhou Pingping said, "Aunt, can I come to your house and be your son?"

Wang Fengjiao, who was eating noodles with her head down, slapped Zhou Pingping and scolded him.

"Your own mother doesn't even recognize you when you have something to eat. I really raised you in vain."

Yang Niannian was amused and giggled. In her previous life, she always thought that children were very noisy and was afraid of taking care of them. But now, she found them cute when she came into contact with them.

An An put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Aunt, I'm full."

Seeing that there was still half a bowl of noodles left in An An's bowl, Yang Niannian also felt that something was wrong.

"An An, are you feeling unwell?"

An An shook her head, her chin almost poking into the bowl, and asked in a mosquito-like voice, "Auntie, did you buy candy today?"

"No." Yang Niannian shook her head slightly. "I saw that it was going to rain soon, so I came back directly. Have you finished eating what you bought yesterday?"

I bought two kilograms of candy yesterday. I gave one kilogram to Wang Fengjiao and left one kilogram for An An. They shouldn’t be finished so quickly, right?

An An pursed her lips and didn't answer, looking like she was about to cry.

He put down his chopsticks, put on his schoolbag and said, "I'm going to school."

"So you're just greedy." Wang Fengjiao said with a smile, "I haven't finished eating at home yet. I'll bring some over in the evening."

However, Yang Niannian felt that something was wrong. An An was usually very well behaved and would not get upset over such a small thing.

Besides, she didn’t even see An An eat a pound of candy, so it was gone too quickly.

Could it be that someone in school is bullying An An?

I'll have to ask him about it when he comes back.

Wang Fengjiao didn't think too much about it. Seeing that the children had finished their meal, she urged them, "Go to school quickly while it's not raining."

My four sons are around me every day, and one is calling me mom, and the other is calling me mother. There are so many things to do, and it's a headache to listen to them.

"Auntie, we are going to school." The four children were very polite and greeted Yang Niannian before leaving.

"Sister Wang, you have taught these four children to be very sensible." Yang Niannian praised.

While helping to clean up the dishes, Wang Fengjiao said, "The boy is tough and has been beaten by me and Lao Zhou a lot."

…

The weather in summer is changeable. It may rain at noon and be sunny in the afternoon.

Yang Niannian had nothing to do at home, so she cleaned the house inside and out. Just as she was about to wipe the clothesline, she saw Zhou Haiyang running towards her.

The voice arrived before the person arrived.

"Aunt Yang, something bad has happened to An An..."

Zhou Haiyang ran back, his dark face covered with beads of sweat, and panted heavily, saying, "Aunt, please come with me to the school to take a look."

Yang Niannian's heart skipped a beat. She threw away the rag and followed him out of the family compound, asking as she walked, "What happened?"

"An An had a fight with a third-grade student. He hit the student's head with a brick and made it bleed. The student's mother came to school. That woman was very fierce. Teacher Zhou asked me to come back and told you to go to school."

Zhou Haiyang was not quite sure what had happened exactly, he just heard it from others.

An An fought with a third grade student???

Nowadays, students start school late, and there are relatively few children like An An who go to the first grade at the age of 6.

Students in the third grade are at least 10 or 11 years old.

A 6-year-old child fought with a 10-year-old child, and the other party called his parents. Isn't this bullying?

Yang Niannian quickened her pace.

The staff quarters are not far from the school, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk there.

A very old school came into view, with dilapidated and peeling walls, but the five-star red flag on the playground remained brand new, fluttering in the wind.

It was class time and there were no students outside.

Zhou Haiyang brought her to the vicinity of the office and didn't dare to go any further.

The Chinese teacher is very strict and he is afraid of seeing her.

Pointing to the front, he said, "Aunt, that room is the office. Go there by yourself. I have to go to class."

Yang Niannian took out fifty cents from her pocket and gave it to him, "Take this money, go buy popsicles with your brother after class."

Zhou Haiyang didn't dare to take it, so Yang Niannian stuffed the money into his pocket and said, "Hurry up and go to class, and be careful not to drop the money."

"Thank you, auntie."

Zhou Haiyang was so happy that he trotted back to the classroom.

Conditions in the countryside are limited, so all teachers in the school, including the principal, work in this one office. Teachers who don’t have classes at the moment are all grading homework in the office.

As Yang Niannian approached the office, she heard a woman's angry cursing coming from inside.

"You little bastard, who gave you the courage to bully my son? Look at what a wretch you are. Do you want to die? I tell you, if your parents don't pay me, I will skin you alive today, and you will never be able to step into the school again. Why don't you go out and ask around? My Wang family is not easy to bully in this area."

Yang Niannian walked into the office with a cold face, only to see An An standing next to Zhou Xueli's desk with fear in her eyes. She was so scared that she stood there blankly without any reaction, not even daring to cry.

As a teacher, Zhou Xueli acted as if it was none of her business and let the woman point at An An's nose and yell at her.

Several teachers nearby thought the woman was going too far, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Wang Aimei is well-known for her ferocity and unreasonableness in the surrounding villages. She has ten brothers from her mother's family to support her, so no one dares to confront her.

Her husband's brother is the school principal, who dares to go against her?

An An is also naughty. Why would he pick on this tough guy when there are so many people he could pick on?

Yang Niannian was heartbroken and rushed into the office, protecting An An behind her.

He looked at Wang Aimei coldly and said, "The children are fighting each other. Since you, as a parent, have come out, you should have waited for me to arrive and negotiate with me. Why are you yelling at a child here?"

Seeing Yang Niannian suddenly appear, Wang Aimei was stunned and questioned.

"You're his mother?"

Zhou Xueli's eyes flashed with a hint of gloating, and she continued, "She is Lu Anan's stepmother."

At this moment, the appearance of Yang Niannian was like a god who saved the world. An An grabbed Yang Niannian's clothes tightly, tears falling down as she sobbed silently.

"You're here just in time. Look at how your son beat my son. What do you think we should do about this?"

Wang Aimei doesn’t care whether she is a stepmother or not, as long as she is Lu Anan’s parent.