It's hard to describe the sour soup cat ears made by Jiao Xiao'e. The yellow and green color, the dough that was neither raw nor cooked, and the moldy smell of spoiled sauerkraut, all of which made the three city teenagers unable to complain. You said they are both cooking, so why is there such a big difference?
The three of them didn't eat much of this breakfast, just enough to wet their chopsticks. Then, under the leadership of Zhou Cuicui, they went to Taohua Town to go to school. The program team has already connected with Taohua Town Middle School, and the first class of senior year there will accept the three as transfer students. At the same time, the program team and the families of the three teenagers have donated a huge sum of money and a lot of school supplies to the school.
Not to mention how the arrival of the three people was welcomed by teachers and students, Lin Dan had already arrived at the classroom and was waiting in line to register. The students enrolled by Taohua Town Middle School are generally children from several nearby villages. Every family is not very wealthy, but it is rare to find someone as poor as Lin Dan.
She was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt that cost only 9.9 yuan, and a pair of washed-out jeans with two patches on the knees. She looked extremely shabby. Although the nine-year compulsory education advocates that every child has an equal right to education, some teachers always classify each child into a corresponding class based on family circumstances and treat them differently.
The original owner’s homeroom teacher was such a teacher. When she talked to the original owner, she was always sarcastic and would magnify the smallest matter infinitely and then keep harping on it. The original owner's dislike of studying had a lot to do with this teacher.
But Lin Dan didn't take these little things to heart at all, but instead protected his side tightly to prevent others from getting close. There was a savings note in the small cloth bag around her waist. It's a few thousand dollars, which I have to deposit into the Rural Credit Union later. I can't lose it.
Twenty minutes later, it was finally her turn to register. She was about to take out her homework book from her schoolbag when she heard the teacher surnamed Ma warn her: "Lin Dan, if you don't finish your summer homework this time, I won't let you register. Go back to where you came from."
Within the scope of nine-year compulsory education, no teacher has the right to deprive a child of the right to education; that is illegal. Lin Dan knew it very well in his heart, but he didn't say it. The class is also a small society, and people at the bottom of society have no say. If Teacher Ma is determined not to let her sign up, she will have no way out at all.
Lin Danmomo took out her summer homework and placed it neatly on the table. Teacher Ma flipped through the books casually and was surprised to see that every book had been finished. Then he seemed to think of something and drew his breath again. Take out your math homework book and check it carefully.
"If you write randomly, you don't have to report for this name today." Teacher Ma snorted coldly. She has made up her mind to remove the cancer from the class. In township schools with imperfect management mechanisms, students are often expelled. As long as the people do not sue and the officials do not investigate, who will care about these trivial matters?
All the students in the back row gathered around with a look of gloating expression, except for a little girl with dry yellow hair who looked at Lin Dan worriedly with her fists clenched tightly. Her name is Gao Xiaohong, and she was the original owner's deskmate. The two of them didn't talk much, but they had never had any conflicts.
"Lin Dan is going to be fired!" Someone shouted, causing everyone to laugh.
However, Teacher Ma's expression told them that the situation was in jeopardy. She kept turning the pages, her face getting darker and darker, and she stared at a few of the big questions carefully. After more than ten minutes, she slammed the table and said, "Tell me, did you copy the answers?"
"Are there any answers to the summer homework?" Lin Dan asked calmly.
Teacher Ma then realized that the school only gave the head teacher a set of answers to the summer homework, and now it was locked in her drawer. There was not even a bookstore in the town, so there was no place to buy it even if she wanted to. Therefore, it was impossible for Lin Dan to get the answers. Besides, her family is so poor, does she have that kind of spare money?
Teacher Ma's stern expression froze for a moment, then he impatiently took out the roster and asked Lin Dan to fill it out.
Lin Dan didn't care about the other party's bad attitude at all. Her feelings were already scarce, so there was no need to waste them on someone who was not worthy. She paid the money and turned to leave. Behind her, her classmates were murmuring about her, as if they found it hard to accept the fact that she had actually completed her homework so seriously.
When he reached the school gate, Lin Dan paused and looked thoughtful. There were all kinds of snack stalls in front of the school gate, selling noodles, cold noodles, and wolf tooth potatoes. Each stall was surrounded by children who came to register, holding one, five, and ten yuan bills in their hands.
Lin Dan's eyes rolled, and he immediately had an idea. He walked into the message room and wanted to ask the old man who was guarding the door about the situation, but he saw that his face was covered with cold sweat and he was slumped in a chair, as if he was enduring great pain.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Lin Dan stepped forward to support him and took his pulse. It turned out that he had arthritis and the pain was unbearable. This disease is most effectively treated with moxibustion, but Lin Dan didn't have any moxa sticks at the moment, so he had to force his internal energy into his fingertips and help the old man massage the Zusanli, Xuanzhong, Yanglingquan, Xuehai, Liangqiu and other acupoints in turn.
The old man waved his hands repeatedly to chase her away. How could he, an old man, have the nerve to let a child who had no relatives take off his shoes and give him a massage? But as I pressed him, he stopped struggling, and his painful expression was gradually replaced by relief.
"Uncle, are you feeling better? My grandfather's legs and feet are not in good condition, and I often help him with this massage at home." Lin Dan asked with concern.
"Much better, thank you, little girl." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, uncle. I want to ask you something. How much money can those stalls at the door make in a day? Do they have to pay management fees? Will they be caught by the urban management?" Lin Dan asked seriously.
The old man laughed and said, "Well, in this small, barren place, no one would care about this. The market stalls are still set up every day. The stalls at the door can earn one or two hundred yuan a day if the business is good, and those with poor business can only make a living. Whoever comes first can occupy the space, and there is no need to pay management fees. Just sweep the floor when closing the stall. Why are you asking about this?"
"I want to set up a stall to make money." Lin Dan said frankly.
"You?" The old man looked her up and down, then waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, you are still young, studying is more important, don't think about making money."
"No, my parents are gone, and there are only grandpa and I at home. My grandpa broke his leg recently and it cost a lot of money. If I don't find a way, our family will not be able to survive." Lin Dan's tone was calm, and he did not mean to gain sympathy.
The old man was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "Is that so? Then what about your studies?"
"I only sell breakfast, which won't interfere with my classes. At least I can earn a few dozen dollars a day."
The old man worriedly said, "What do you want to sell? Doing business is not an easy thing. You might not only not make any money but also lose it." After that, he felt that his words were unlucky and quickly spat again.
Lin Dan couldn't help but chuckle and said firmly, "I'm going to sell community rice. Don't worry, sir. I won't lose money." She was 100% confident in her cooking skills. Besides, community rice had no soup or water and was easy to make and carry. All she needed to do every day was to transport a large steamer and a small stove. It could be done on a bicycle, which was much more convenient than selling rice noodles.
The old man got anxious when he heard this and waved his hand, saying, "Girl, please don't sell the community food. No one eats that food now!"
Shefan is a kind of food that some ethnic minorities use to worship the land and grain. It is steamed with glutinous rice, Artemisia annua, bacon and other ingredients. It is mainly eaten on the Sheri (the fifth day after the beginning of spring), so it is also called Shefan. However, as the festive atmosphere becomes increasingly weaker, Chinese folk customs are gradually forgotten, and few people make community meals anymore. Even in remote rural areas, no one has performed sacrifices on this day, and the younger generation may not even know what community meal is.
The streets were full of food stalls and shops, but none of them sold community meals. That was why the old man tried his best to stop Lin Dan.
"Children nowadays have very picky tastes! The community rice is mixed with Artemisia annua, which tastes weird and has a bitter taste. I'm afraid it won't be sold." He advised again.
"It's okay, I know my limits. Uncle, thank you!" After saying goodbye to the old man, Lin Dan went to the credit union to deposit money. He set aside a portion of the money to buy daily necessities, stationery, quilts and other items. He originally wanted to buy a few new sets of clothes, but found that buying cloth was much cheaper than buying clothes, so he replaced all his clothes with cloth, both fine and coarse. He had an old sewing machine at home, so he could do it himself when he got home. After that, he packed these things in two snakeskin bags and tied them to the rear bumper of the bicycle.
When she rode her bike to the village closest to Taohua Town, she saw children gathered at the riverbed under the road, seemingly playing and fighting. Among them, a thin little boy was bullied the worst, and was slapped and kicked by the children around him from time to time. Lin Dan's deskmate Gao Xiaohong was pulled aside by her hair by several girls, who vaguely shouted, "Stop fighting, please!"
The little boy was limping when he walked. Lin Dan initially thought he was injured, but later discovered that the instep of his right foot was twisted at a 90-degree angle to the ground and he was suffering from clubfoot. This is a developmental deformity, no wonder he is bullied by the kids around him. Lin Dan frowned and looked down, but saw the three city boys and Zhou Cuicui not far away.
They put their hands in their pockets, looked at the group of fighting children with a smile, occasionally raised their hands to make a comment, and completely ignored the chaos in front of them. The photographers who were responsible for following them did not interfere. Firstly, they had their jobs to do, and secondly, this scene was very controversial and had to be filmed so that it would not be too late to stop it later. The children are right under their noses, so nothing serious can happen to them.
Lin Dan was still hesitating whether or not to intervene, but he saw the strongest boy suddenly push the skinny boy into the stream, making him lie prone on the icy water, and then waved his hand for everyone to step on the boy's back and walk over.
He stamped on the little boy back and forth, his laughter full of malice. Stimulated by his majestic appearance, several children used the little boy as a stepping stone to cross the stream. Several girls also forced Gao Xiaohong to step on him, laughing, completely unaware of how bad their behavior was. Strictly speaking, this is not called trampling, it is trampling!
Finally the little boy couldn't stand it anymore, he dug his hands into the riverbed and cried in despair. Gao Xiaohong also started crying, her voice heartbreaking. Obviously, this is not the first time such bullying has occurred.
Lin Dan's eyes darkened, and he immediately turned the bike around and rode down the steep slope of more than 40 to 50 degrees to the riverbed. Then he threw the bike aside, ran over in three or two steps, and kicked the tall and strong boy in the lead, sending him flying.
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