Chapter 3
Lin Nanzhi left the Education Bureau, found a snack bar, and bought a bowl of rice noodles for five yuan.
When I gave the money, I couldn't help but sigh that everything is cheaper now. In the next ten years, except for the bus which is still three yuan, everything else has increased in price, and some are ridiculously expensive.
After eating rice noodles and getting on the bus, she did not go home or go back to school, but went directly to the police station to call the police.
In her last life, she didn't know who it was, it was just a guess, and she was so angry that she dropped out of school, allowing the bad guy to go unpunished. In this life, she must make the rumormonger pay the price.
Although they are all minors, the influence is still great, enough to leave a mark on her resume.
This matter was completely handed over to the police. Lin Nanzhi did not plan to go to school. Anyway, next week was the last week and there would be an exam afterwards. He had learned everything he needed to learn and was just reviewing. It didn't matter whether he went or not.
As for her book...
Lin Nanzhi felt around and took out the pager in his pocket. This was Lin's mother's cell phone, which she gave to her to use for communication after she left with her sister. She hadn't used this thing for more than ten years, so she was a little unfamiliar with it. She found QQ and contacted someone from the same village but different class to help her bring the phone home after school.
The bus goes directly to the city and does not stop at villages along the way, so taking the bus is not very convenient.
Fortunately, in addition to buses, there are also many vans running around, especially on Sundays and Fridays, when business is extremely good.
There are many students but few cars. Basically, there are at least ten people in a car.
Lin Nanzhi still remembers that once he took a van with 16 students, and he and several others were squeezed in the trunk. (Warm reminder: Please do not imitate, everyone must obey traffic rules)
Although it was overloaded, the traffic was rather lax and there were not many traffic police, so we hardly ever encountered any. Of course, we were lucky sometimes.
It was past four o'clock and there was still an hour before school was over. Lin Nanzhi was lucky and got on a van full of adults, so there were relatively few seats.
When we got to the highway intersection, I gave three dollars and turned around to go home.
Her home is in the middle of the city and the township, 29 kilometers away from the city and 8 kilometers away from the township. The village is very large, and one village is a group. The highway is located in the third group, and her home is in the second group. She needs to pass through the third group and the first group before she can finally reach her home.
It is already December and all the crops have been harvested. Every household has nothing to do and the weather is cold, so everyone is staying at home by the fire. Therefore, there is basically no one on the streets.
But when we arrived at Group 2, we happened to encounter the village primary school just after school, and it was suddenly crowded.
Except for a few wealthy families who live in houses made of hollow bricks, most people in the village live in mud houses.
The so-called earth house is made by digging red mud and adding water. Then a mold is placed on the foundation, and red mud is filled into it. It is then slowly pounded. After one layer is dried, another layer is added, and so on.
In most households in the village, the main halls of their houses are still made of compacted mud, and very few are made of cement.
Lin Nanzhi's home is one of the last few houses in the village. It is surrounded by houses on all sides. It is also a mud house. However, unlike other houses, this one has a cement floor and a large window, making it much brighter.
In addition to the mud house, her family also has a small house of not very big, which is made of hollow bricks and covered with asbestos tiles. It was used to raise pigs in the past, but the family has not raised pigs in the past two years and it has been idle.
There is a small house as big as the bathroom between the pigpen and the house, which is filled with a lot of firewood.
The door of the house was open and the TV was on, with "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" playing. It was easy to tell who was at home.
Her house is not very big, about 30 to 40 square meters, with one room. There is a 1.2-meter bed and a 90*50 mahogany box in the room, and there is no room for anything else.
On the left hand side of the entrance is a wooden cabinet, on which is placed an electric rice cooker that was just bought a year or two ago, a biogas stove installed by the Murakami Organization, and some pots and basins. Next to it is a stone water tank, next to it is a shelf with a washbasin, and then there is an eight-person table with a twenty-yuan LCD TV on it.
Lin Nanzhi's parents had worked away from home for seven or eight years, so they had some assets. Whether it was windows, concrete floors or TV sets, they were the first in the village. Lin's father was particularly fashionable and bought two speakers and many discs.
Next to the TV, in front of the entrance, is a wooden cabinet about 1.6 meters high.
The cabinet has four doors and is painted red. It is used to store dishes and leftovers. The drawers above are used to store some important things. There is a Bodhisattva on the cabinet, and portraits of great men and some landscape stickers are hung on the walls.
There was a door next to it, but there was no door. It was just blocked by a piece of white cloth, and on it was an embroidered picture of gills playing in the water, which Lin's mother had embroidered herself stitch by stitch. It looked very lifelike.
On the right hand side is a second-hand sofa bought by Lin's father. There are two sofas in total, one on each side, with a cement platform in the middle.
The stove at home is a square iron stove with an iron pipe to exhaust smoke.
At this time, Lin Nanzhi's younger brother Lin Nanxun was lying on the sofa in a Ge You posture, holding a remote control in one hand and a fifty-cent spicy strip in the other, eating while watching cartoons.
When hearing that classic line, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, leaving Lin Nanzhi speechless.
He seemed to sense the gaze and turned around to take a look. His misty blue eyes were very bright, but there was no fluctuation and he went back to watching the cartoon.
Lin Nanzhi didn't think there was anything wrong. She would have found it strange if Lin Nanxun had greeted her.
Since childhood, this younger brother has been taken care of by his parents and has not been back for many years. When he came back, Lin Nanzhi was already in the fifth grade, and now it has only been four years.
She and her sister Lin Nanxuan did not have a very good relationship. They had always fought each other since they were young, and they were always willing to kill each other. Therefore, she did not want to get close to Lin Nanxun and Lin Nanzhi, who had always been with their parents.
Lin Nanxun probably thought so too!
He didn't bring anything with him, so he sat down on the sofa and watched cartoons with Lin Nan for half an hour. Then he got up to cook. Just as he finished cooking, a man came in.
A boy, tall, slightly chubby, and looking particularly honest, put Lin Nanzhi's schoolbag on the sofa and said, "Lin Nanzhi, I asked your roommate to collect your homework and clothes and put them here."
"Thank you."
"Oh, you don't know that a few hours after you left, the police came and talked to your head teacher. I don't know what they talked about, but I saw that your head teacher had a very dark face when he left."
Lin Nanzhi was not surprised.
She doesn't believe in anonymous reports.
The letter of denunciation must have been written by a model student, for the head teacher to believe it so much without asking any questions. I don't believe the head teacher can't tell.
But we soon found out who it was.
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