The mother and son had a simple dinner that evening: a dish of Longjing shrimp, a dish of shiitake mushrooms and bok choy, plus two bowls of rice and a bowl of seafood soup.
Looking at the bowl of rice left in the rice cooker, Chen Hong sighed.
It's just the two of them eating at home. She doesn't do any heavy work anymore, and she eats less.
In the past, when people lived in Yujia Village, there was rarely any leftover food. Even if there were some leftovers, the two dogs and chickens and ducks would take care of them.
She'll cook smaller portions of rice in the future to avoid wasting food. She doesn't want to eat leftovers with her son; freshly cooked food is always the most delicious.
With her son's help, Chen Hong tidied up the dining room and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. "Xiao Bao, Mom is washing the dishes and cleaning. School starts tomorrow, so pack your schoolbag and put all the stationery you can find in it."
"Okay, Mom. The teacher at the training center said that I will go to class every Saturday morning from now on."
Calligraphy class from 8:00 to 9:30, guitar class from 10:00 to 11:30.
Teacher Jiao and Teacher Zhao both said that we can call them anytime if we have any questions.
You can also go directly to the training center to find them; they will be in the classroom before 5:30 pm.
Mom, both Teacher Jiao and Teacher Zhao are very kind to me. Even when I don't do well, they just encourage me and teach me to correct my mistakes. They don't lose their temper, and they don't scold or hit me.
Xiao Cheng told me that the drum teacher in the large class downstairs is very strict.
If a child doesn't study properly, the teacher will hit them with a drumstick, using their head as a drumstick!
Oh dear! Thank goodness I didn't enroll the little guy in a large drum class. I was worried he might have damaged his head from all the hitting!
Chen Hong washed the dishes, tidied up the kitchen, wiped her hands, and went into her son's room.
After checking, I found that the pencil case was already filled with pencils, erasers, and a pencil sharpener. I also packed a pinyin notebook and a palm-sized notebook into my son's schoolbag.
"It is wrong for a teacher to hit a student; this constitutes corporal punishment. This is an act that is explicitly prohibited by the education department."
Xiao Bao, if a teacher hits you at school, no matter the reason, you must tell your mother.
This is wrong behavior. We can't control others, but my daughter and I can't encourage this kind of trend.
Criticism and education are acceptable when mistakes are made, but corporal punishment must be eliminated.
Some teachers hold outdated views and believe that hitting children can easily become a habit. If this is not stopped, it will happen again after the first time, and it should never be tolerated.
Also, we should unite with our classmates and not bully the weak or fear the strong. If there are classmates we don't get along with, we should stay away from them.
If there are really bad kids who bully and hit others, don't be afraid, fight back. As long as you're in the right, Mom will support you.
If any older, naughty kids bully you, and you can't fight them off, tell your teacher or your mom when you get home. We adults will protect you.
"Mom, I know! I don't play with bad kids back in my hometown."
We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either. We'll be good to those who are good to us, stay far away from those who bully us, and if someone really comes looking for trouble, we'll fight them.
Yu Yang waved his little fists fiercely, and Chen Hong couldn't help but chuckle. She hugged her son's chubby little body and sighed inwardly.
My child is growing up so fast! Last year, he often wanted his mom to hug him!
Since he started kindergarten in town after the New Year, he won't let me hold him anymore. Occasionally, I'll hug and kiss him, and he'll get shy.
Starting primary school is like putting a harness on a donkey in a production team. Primary school lasts six years, junior high school three years, senior high school three years, and university four years.
I studied for sixteen years straight. Although I had weekends and holidays off, I still had homework every day.
Children have it just as easy as adults, and with tutoring classes and extracurricular activities, they're not having an easy time either.
He's still young, and during his primary school years, Chen Hong doesn't want to put pressure on him or demand that he be at the top of his class.
I hope he has a happy and fulfilling childhood, and that he will have wonderful memories of it when he grows up.
The intense competition will have to wait until junior high or high school. Right now, you're still young, so having good study habits and an optimistic attitude is more important.
"Little Bao, Mom has put a notebook in your notebook. They say a bad pen is worse than a good memory."
This little notebook can not only be used to jot down the homework assigned by the teacher every day, but also as a memo.
"Since it's the beginning of the school year, your teacher will definitely give you some important instructions. Write them down in your notebook, including anything that requires parental cooperation, and tell your mom when you get home."
"Okay, I'll remember, Mom!"
After her son fell asleep that night, Chen Hong went into her spatial dimension. She first fed the leftover rice to the fish she kept in the space, and then started building a fence and netting under the fruit trees to release the chickens and ducks out of the cages.
These chickens and ducks will start laying eggs after a few days of rest. But to make sure they lay eggs, we need to build them a nest!
I need to go to the farmers' market tomorrow to buy some materials to build nests for the chickens and ducks.
Chen Hong then divided the land into plots and planted various vegetables in each plot. She also planted several plots of corn, millet, soybeans, sweet potatoes, and potatoes.
She also mixed cornmeal with water from her spatial dimension and fed it to the fish, shrimp, chickens, and ducks. Most of the grains grown in her spatial dimension were taken to the village by Chen Hong, ground up, and mixed into fish food.
With food supplies dwindling, Chen Hong was considering planting some wheat and rice.
However, apart from Beiyuan, no one else here grows rice, so threshing and drying the harvest is a problem.
It was almost 2 a.m. when she finished her work. Chen Hong quickly left her space to wash up and go to bed. She had to get up early tomorrow to take her son to school! She would have to think about that later.
The next day, the mother and son went for their usual run. On their way home, they bought three roujiamo (Chinese meat sandwiches) from a breakfast shop. By the time they got home, the rice porridge they had cooked before leaving was ready.
Add the pre-sliced ginger, fish fillets, and scallions, and the thick, fragrant fish congee is ready.
The mother and daughter left home at seven o'clock after breakfast. Chen Hong was worried about traffic, so she left twenty minutes early.
Today is the first day of school. Chen Hong drove out of the community and immediately noticed that there were many more pedestrians and vehicles on the road than usual.
After passing two intersections, Chen Hong drove for almost twenty minutes, which was half again as long as usual.
When I got to school, I drove 300 meters away just to find a parking spot before I finally managed to snag one.
Chen Hong led Yu Yang out of the car, ignoring the BYD cars honking their horns behind them, and walked straight back into the school.
Getting a parking space is all about quick reflexes and superior skills! If you can't get a parking space, it's because you're too slow!
New students are enrolling, and red ribbons are fluttering at the school gate. I didn't expect the school to make it so festive.
After entering the school gate, I followed the arrows on the ground until I reached the playground behind the school.
Twelve tables were lined up in a row on one side of the playground, with at least two teachers behind each table providing guidance to parents and children.
Class signs labeled "Class 1", "Class 2" and "Class 3" were placed on the table.
A stand was propped up on the floor in front of the table, holding up the student lists for each class.
The school had already assigned classes to all the new students by computer lottery.
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