Xiang Mianmian certainly knew about this.
It is no exaggeration to say that there are many more female students in Xiang Lili's next class, all of whom are betting that their daughters will be the next Xiang Lili and can better help the family.
With a monthly salary of more than 27 yuan, most men of this age can only dream of it.
She managed to cheer herself up: "Yes, Sister Yingzi also went to the gas compression operation. It's great that more and more girls can go to school."
Although this change is subtle and difficult to detect, it does exist, doesn't it?
"The phenomenon of marrying up and marrying down is also a social development. Think about our class. There are 40 men and two women. Only two men can marry people in their grade. The other 30 or so can only marry junior high school students. Who can we blame?"
Xiang Lili saw the logic of society's operation very clearly. Being sober means it is difficult to integrate into the society.
Xiang Mianmian gradually calmed down, her eyes no longer confused, and she said firmly: "I can only blame my parents. Without a daughter who studies, how can I have a daughter-in-law who studies?"
"Without an educated daughter, how can I have an educated daughter-in-law?" Xiang Lili pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "Little sister, you're really amazing. You've summarized it perfectly."
"I understand, thank you, sis."
Xiang Mianmian realized that lamenting the fate of these girls was useless and that only by showing her own value could she change the world.
Xiang Lili was bewildered. What had her sister understood? Did a love letter inspire her to love reading even more?
She didn't realize her sister's weirdness, so she simply stopped thinking about it and hung the ironed clothes on the hanger so that she could wear them to work tomorrow.
Time flies.
During the final exams before the summer vacation in junior high school, the teachers discovered that Xiang Mianmian, who had always been at the top of the class, took his studies seriously this time.
She always made some careless mistakes in exams before. Sometimes she misread the meaning of the big questions and lost a lot of points. Occasionally, she would even come in second place.
This time, he read the paper carefully and got every possible score, just three points away from the full score, leaving the second place behind by a full thirty points.
Qin Renmin, who ranked second, was quite happy when he saw his score, but he immediately became unhappy when he saw the score ranking.
What the hell? I am only paying 360 yuan, but someone else is paying 397 yuan. How can we have fun like this?
In addition to his own efforts, Xiang Mianmian also gave Qin Wanwan and Hu Ying extra lessons, analyzing his notes and problem-solving ideas for them. This time, the grades of the two of them also improved significantly.
This unfair environment needs to be broken by people like her so that the next generation of girls can have a fairer life.
Although this final exam is not the end-of-year exam, the teachers have basically known the list of students who can be admitted to technical secondary schools and high schools through a survey.
The girls were excellent as always.
Some boys rely on their family's support and are not very willing to study. Anyway, their parents will support their studies, and if things don't work out, they can go home and inherit the family business. What is there to be afraid of?
Some young teachers took the test results and tried to persuade the families of girls who decided not to continue their studies after graduation with great enthusiasm, telling them about the benefits of getting into a technical secondary school.
Perhaps parents understand that girls can bring greater benefits to the family, so they are willing to support these outstanding girls in their studies?
Although we cannot save everyone, we have planted the seeds of hope.
The old teachers have seen a lot and don’t have the time to do that because their hearts have long been cold and there is no point in struggling.
During the summer vacation, Xiang Mianmian was not idle. She went to her female classmates' homes under the pretext of playing and gave them extra lessons, trying her best to help as many students as possible.
Fortunately, Zhang Jidi agreed to her attempt and did not confine the child at home.
One day, Xiang Mianmian returned home exhausted. She was hot, tired, and had a dry mouth.
The female classmate's family was very shrewd and did not tell her explicitly that they would not allow her to study, for fear that their daughter would resent her family and stop contributing to the family in the future.
I just left a comment: "Why work so hard? No matter how good your studies are, you still have to get married."
The sentence on the right: Those who are good at studying should continue to study, and those who are poor at studying should work. Look at her, she is good at studying, we can't compare with her.
When there were chores to do at home, he would always give orders to his female classmate to distract her, regardless of whether they were at a critical moment in their studies.
If it is a boy, even if his grades are poor, he will be allowed to sit in the most spacious and bright place to study, and the mother will cut fruit for him and give him water to drink with a smile on her face.
Xiang Mianmian was angry and helpless, but there was nothing she could do.
Are we asking girls to leave their original families and start their own independent lives?
Don't be ridiculous. In this era, a 12-year-old girl walking alone on the street may be abducted by traffickers and taken to the mountains to be a child bride.
What's more, how many people can set up their own business?
Xiang Mianmian was drinking boiled water from a thermos, immersed in depressed thoughts, when someone patted her shoulder.
She was so shocked that the water went into her trachea and she started coughing violently.
Xiang Lihua realized that he had caused trouble and quickly patted his sister on the back: "Are you okay, sister? I just said hello to you, why are you so excited?"
Xiang Mianmian widened her eyes, her face flushed as she suppressed the urge to cough. She suddenly turned her head and saw the dark-skinned Xiang Lihua, who was grinning with his big teeth, like a black toothpaste model.
Her voice was hoarse but filled with joy: "Ahem... Fourth Brother! Are you back to visit your family?"
Xiang Lihua nodded: "Yes, I finally got a ten-day home leave~"
Xiang Mianmian looked at him carefully. He had lost weight, the kind of thinness that gave a sense of strength. His hair was shaved into a crew cut, and he looked much more energetic than before he joined the army.
Only the whites of his eyes and teeth were still shiny, while his entire body was uniformly black from head to toe.
She swept away her previous frustration and decadence and smiled happily: "That's great, I'll tell mom to cook a nice meal for you tonight."
Before Xiang Lihua could react, Xiang Mianmian ran to the coal factory.
Xiang Lihua was left standing there speechless.
"Well, I know you want to eat meat, but don't use me as a cover..."
He shook his head helplessly and put his luggage away.
Zhang Jidi had indeed bought some meat when he got home from get off work. Seeing his son holding his face, he choked up several times and said, "As long as you come back safely, little brat, I don't know how worried I am about you."
Xiang Lihua let his mother touch him all over, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, Mom, didn't I write a letter home? I adapted to the team very quickly, and the training is almost the same as catching birds and fishing."
According to the rules, he was not allowed to wear military uniform when he returned home to visit his relatives, but in order to show off, he asked his comrades in the army to take photos of his heroic appearance and show them to his whole family.
"Look, this is the first place winner in my class's practice. I'm going to receive the award. That one is from the competition. I'm outstanding in my personal abilities, so I took first place."
Everyone at the table was curious about his experience and surrounded him, passing the photos around and wanting to know the origins of these photos.
Xiang Lihua grinned as he gave one explanation after another, boasting about himself as if the army couldn't do without him.
Zhang Jidi touched her son's head and found a crack in his hair, which was obviously a scar. She remembered that Xiang Lihua did not have this scar before joining the army.
She held back the question on the tip of her tongue and only whispered, "How many days of leave do you have for this visit? When are you going back?"
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