Chapter 71 Fighting with a wife and a child is enough
The two followed Teacher Qiu in. He Chengze rubbed his hands and asked, "Teacher, this... is there a mistake? Our He An is a very well-behaved child. How could he possibly fight with others?"
Little Baozi is very popular in the nursery because of his cute little face and the snacks he brings from time to time to share with his friends.
At home, He Chengze often heard the little boy say that he played with so and so again today, and that everyone wanted to play with him and they had to line up.
Teacher Qiu sighed: "Just follow me and you'll find out."
When I arrived at the office, I saw several children and parents standing inside.
As soon as the little boy saw Jiang Xueyi and He Chengze, he rushed over and clung to Jiang Xueyi's legs.
Jiang Xueyi quickly squatted down and looked carefully inside and out. The little boy was not injured except that his clothes were a little messy.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but worried about internal injuries, so she asked the little bun, "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
The little bun shook his head.
Teacher Qiu: "Now that everyone is here, let's talk about this fight."
A woman in a green dress with finely drawn eyebrows said, "What do you mean by fighting? You're putting it so lightly." She glared at a short-haired woman in her thirties with a sallow complexion and a somewhat embarrassed look. "Let me ask you, your son broke my pen. How are you going to compensate me?"
The short-haired woman said timidly, "My son broke your pen. That's wrong. Um...how much compensation do you want? I'll pay you." She muttered softly, "Your son beat my son like this. Shouldn't you pay for his medical expenses too?"
The woman in the green dress looked her up and down and snorted, "That pen costs a hundred yuan. Can you afford it? You two can't even earn that much in a year."
The short-haired woman's face turned pale, and she trembled as she said, "Is it... is it so expensive? It's just a pen. Even if you go to the department store, you can buy one for five dollars at most."
The woman in the green dress picked up the broken pen on the table and said proudly, "The one you mentioned is a domestic pen. This one of mine is imported. My wife brought it back from abroad." She curled her lips and said, "One hundred yuan? Humph, I said it was too little. Even if you compensate me with a hundred yuan, I don't know where to buy it."
The little boy named Songsong, who was dark and thin, like a monkey, was standing next to the short-haired woman. His face was full of panic, and big tears were falling down: "Waaaaa!"
The son of the woman in the green dress - Xinxin, a chubby little boy, stood with his hands on his hips and pointed at him and said, "Why are you crying? Who told you to break my pen?" His smug look was exactly the same as his mother's.
Songsong cried and hiccuped: "I...it was...you who lent me the pen..."
The woman in the green dress glared at him. "So what if my son lent it to you? You broke it! Hurry up and compensate our family a hundred dollars." She added, "As for the medical expenses, your injuries aren't serious. At most, I'll give you two dollars. Go to the hospital and apply some gentian violet. But what about my Xinxin? Look at his face, it's all scratched up."
The woman in the green skirt glanced at the short-haired woman and said with a sigh, "I don't know how you raise your child. He's just a little boy, but you treat him like a little girl. He only likes to scratch people, and he only scratches his face. My Xinxin is so handsome. What will happen if he gets disfigured? How will he find a wife in the future?"
Teacher Qiu withdrew his gaze from Xinxin's face, which was so fat that his eyes were almost squeezed into slits, and thought, "Jiang?" Is that a shame to say that?
Speaking of handsome, it has to be He An. In all her years as a teacher, this is the first time she has seen such a good-looking child. It is not an exaggeration to praise him as the golden boy and jade girl under the seat of Guanyin.
He Chengze was confused by what he heard and asked Teacher Qiu, "Teacher, what does this have to do with my son? Could it be that my son also broke her pen and he has to pay a hundred yuan?"
Teacher Qiu sighed and said, "Forget it, let me tell you what happened."
"Songsong brought a wooden toy car yesterday. It was made by his father. It has four wheels and can move. The students in the kindergarten class all like it very much. Xinxin also wanted to borrow Songsong's wooden toy car to play with, but Songsong refused unless he had another toy to exchange. Xinxin agreed and brought a pen to school today to exchange with Songsong, and Songsong agreed."
Teacher Qiu paused and continued, "Songsong played with the pen for a while, but when he got tired of it, he went to Xinxin and asked for his toy car back. Xinxin was having so much fun playing with it that he wouldn't agree. The two children argued for a while, and the pen fell to the ground and broke."
When the incident happened, Teacher Qiu was not in the classroom, and she pieced together the details of what happened from fragmentary accounts from other children.
Teacher Qiu glanced at the little kid. "Something was broken, so the two of them asked He An to judge. He An is very popular in the class, and everyone likes to ask him to 'do justice.' After He An said a few words, for some reason, Xinxin pushed Songsong to the ground and hit him. Songsong fought back, and Xinxin kept yelling at Songsong to compensate him for his pen. He An went over to break up the fight and told them to stop."
Teacher Qiu sighed deeply. She didn't expect that the pen Xinxin brought was so expensive, costing hundreds of dollars.
He Chengze breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the little brat really participated in the fight, but he didn't expect that he just went up to stop them. It was really an unexpected disaster.
However, these little kids who were over three years old said they were fighting, but in fact they just pushed each other a few times and no one was really hurt.
That pen was indeed expensive, no wonder Teacher Qiu called all the parents over.
The woman in the green dress put her hands on her hips and said, "Teacher Qiu, tell me, what should we do? I can ignore the children fighting, but what about the pen? How am I going to explain this to his father when I get home?"
Songsong timidly tugged at the short-haired woman's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Mom, can our family afford a hundred dollars in compensation?"
He couldn't count, but he knew that one hundred yuan was a lot of money.
The short-haired woman almost felt dizzy.
A hundred dollars can be taken out by gritting one's teeth, but after that, her family will definitely have to starve for a long time.
The short-haired woman's family conditions are actually not very good. Her husband is a worker in a machinery factory, and she usually takes odd jobs. Logically speaking, they live a pretty good life, but her parents-in-law both suffer from chronic diseases and need to take long-term medication, and the medical expenses are a heavy burden.
So out of desperation, she went out to take some odd jobs. Both husband and wife had to go to work, and her parents-in-law were sick, so it was good enough that they could take care of themselves. Songsong had no one to take care of him at home, so the couple discussed it and gritted their teeth to send him to the nursery.
Originally, Songsong was doing well in the nursery, with the teachers taking care of her, and the couple could work without worry, but they didn't expect to get into trouble with the sky-high priced pen.
The short-haired woman pinched the soft flesh on her legs desperately to avoid fainting.
The woman in the green skirt became more and more aggressive, and the woman with short hair looked at Teacher Qiu for help.
But Teacher Qiu was helpless. After all, this was a matter between parents. If she, a teacher, intervened, it would give people the impression that she was biased towards one side.
Jiang Xueyi glanced at Songsong and his mother, thought for a moment, and asked the little boy, "My dear, tell me, when Xinxin and Songsong asked you to judge, what did you say?"
The little bun looked at Xinxin, then at Songsong, and said with his little face tilted up, "If Xinxin thought the pen was expensive, he shouldn't have brought it to the nursery, and certainly shouldn't have lent it to Songsong in exchange for a wooden toy car."
The adults were stunned after hearing this.
Jiang Xueyi's eyes lit up and she asked, "Why?"
Without hesitation, the little bun said, "Everyone has expensive things at home." He counted on his little fingers, "We have electric fans and refrigerators at home, but I won't bring them to the nursery for everyone to play with."
He Chengze laughed and wanted to say that he couldn't move it either, but seeing the little bun's serious look, he continued to listen to him.
The little bun continued, "Because what you brought is a toy, you will lend it to others to play with. What's more, Xinxin wanted to exchange the pen for a wooden toy car. In this case, there is a possibility of it being broken. If you think something is very precious, don't bring it, and don't lend it to others to play with. Since you brought it, you must be responsible."
He looked at Songsong: "If it was Xinxin who broke Songsong's wooden toy car, Songsong wouldn't be angry. He cried because Xinxin hit him."
He is only three heads tall, but he speaks in an orderly manner and is very cute.
Songsong stopped crying and nodded repeatedly: "It's just as Xiaobaozi said." He said aggrievedly, "Xinxin, before you brought the pen, I didn't know it was so expensive. It cost..."
He hiccuped and said, "It costs a hundred yuan, and my family can't afford it. If I had known that would happen, I wouldn't have traded toys with you. It's... you begged me so much that I traded with you."
Songsong also has fountain pens, but they are not imported. However, a fountain pen is a fountain pen. Domestic and imported ones are actually similar. The only difference is the material. They are not as fun as a wooden toy car with four wheels.
The woman in the green dress stepped forward. "How can you talk like that, kid? Anyway, if it's broken, it's broken." She glared at the woman with short hair. "If you don't want to pay, well, then from now on, just don't pay for breaking other people's things."
The short-haired woman mustered up her courage and said, "It's not that we won't compensate, but you just heard the teacher say that the pen was broken during an argument between two children. Our Songsong is responsible, but what about your Xinxin? It was he who refused to return the wooden toy car that caused the argument. So, your Xinxin is more responsible."
Teacher Qiu also said: "Yes, it was Xinxin who hit others first. The children all saw it. Songsong was just fighting back."
Xinxin's eyes flickered as he hid behind the woman in the green dress, with only half of his head showing.
The little bun shook his head and sighed like a little adult: "Xinxin, if you continue like this, the kids in our class will not want to exchange toys with you anymore."
Xinxin got anxious when she heard this and quickly grabbed the hem of the green-dressed woman's skirt: "Mom, mom, I don't want Songsong to pay for it, I don't want him to pay for it!"
The woman in the green dress was very embarrassed.
Teacher Qiu stepped in to mediate: "Well, both kids are wrong. Let's shake hands and remain friends, okay?" She looked at the woman in the green dress. "As for this pen..."
The woman in the green skirt curled her lips and said, "Forget it, just pay me ten dollars as a token of my appreciation."
Her family is actually not short of money, it’s just that their son was bullied in the nursery and they wanted to seek revenge.
The short-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief. Ten dollars was still something her family could afford.
She looked at Xiao Baozi and Jiang Xueyi with gratitude.
In the end, the matter ended with the short-haired woman paying the woman in the green skirt ten dollars as compensation, and the three children shook hands and made peace.
He Chengze and Jiang Xueyi took the little bun home.
Jiang Xueyi tapped the little bun's nose and said, "You scared me to death. Teacher Qiu called the Women's Federation and told me that you had a fight. I was wondering if you beat someone up or someone else beat you up. I didn't expect it to be a misunderstanding."
The little bun smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.
He Chengze was riding a bicycle in front and said with a smile: "Our son has a strong sense of justice."
After all, it was just some trivial friction between the children in the nursery. If the pen was not too expensive, the teachers would not be afraid of not being able to take responsibility and would not have called the parents.
The little bun smiled shyly, looked up and asked, "Was what I said right? I was afraid I was wrong, but that's how I felt."
Jiang Xueyi smiled and said, "Of course you're right. If you really think your toys are precious, don't take them out, let alone lend them to others. If you do take them out, be generous."
Like Xinxin, who secretly brought out a pen and ended up having it broken because of some minor conflict, and still wanted others to take responsibility, in the final analysis, it was not right.
Jiang Xueyi was delighted and pinched the little bun's smooth face: "I didn't know when you became a little judge in the nursery."
The little bun asked, "What is a judge?"
Jiang Xueyi thought for a moment and said, "It's someone who upholds justice."
The little bun raised his hand and said, "Then I will be a judge and uphold justice!"
Jiang Xueyi and He Chengze just smiled after hearing this and didn't take it to heart.
Children’s ideas change every day. Today they say they want to be a scientist, tomorrow they say they want to fly a plane, and the day after tomorrow they say they want to be a teacher. It would be fun if you took them all seriously.
At that time, neither of them thought that what they said would come true in the future.
At this time, Jiang Xueyi was sitting on the back of the bicycle holding the little bun, but she was thinking about the content of the original novel.
According to the original plot, at this time, Xiao Baozi was a little over three years old. No, he cannot be called Xiao Baozi, but should be called He Yi, which was the name given to him by the original owner.
At that time, the original owner was still working as a dishwasher in a restaurant. He Yi followed her and had no nursery to attend, let alone become a "little judge". He could only accompany the original owner in the store to serve tea and water and run errands during the cold winter.
Due to malnutrition, He Yi was so thin that his bones were visible, and not a single bit of flesh could be pinched out. He always looked timid...
Jiang Xueyi lowered her head and glanced at the little bun's soft little face, which was flushed with a healthy pink color.
Seeing Jiang Xueyi looking at him, the little boy pointed to the clouds in the sky, showing a few little teeth and said: "Mom, look, there are clouds, does that cloud look like a little rabbit?"
Jiang Xueyi looked in the direction he pointed. The cloud on the horizon was indeed shaped like a little rabbit with long ears. It was dyed orange-red by the sunset and looked particularly beautiful.
She smiled and said, "It looks exactly like an elephant." Then she pointed to another cloud and said, "Look at that one, doesn't it look like an elephant?"
The little boy's eyes lit up: "Look, Mom, that's an elephant's trunk."
"The elephant's trunk is very long." Jiang Xueyi teased him, "Which is longer, the little bun's trunk or the elephant's trunk?"
The little bun said in a baby voice, "The elephant's trunk is long."
The mother and son laughed together.
He Chengze didn't look back. Listening to the laughter coming from the back seat of the car, he curled up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
Having a wife and children is enough.
Before going home, she went to the vegetable market. In order to reward the little bun and to encourage him to continue to be a righteous "little judge" in the future, Jiang Xueyi planned to make him his favorite sweet and sour pineapple pork.
The little bun skipped and jumped to pick pineapples.
The stall owner saw a child who was three heads taller than him, standing on tiptoe to pick pineapples. His parents didn't care and thought it was strange. They couldn't help but tease him: "Little boy, do you know how to pick pineapples?"
The little bun nodded and said, "My mom taught me to pick pineapples that are both yellow and green. Pineapples that are too yellow may be rotten inside, and green pineapples taste astringent."
After hearing this, the stall owner laughed and said, "Your mother is right."
The little bun shook his head and said, "You have to soak the pineapple in salt water before eating it." He stuck out his tongue, "Otherwise, your tongue will hurt."
The stall owner was so amused by him that he picked out two large yellow-green pineapples for him.
When He Chengze handed over the money, he looked at the stall owner twice.
Jiang Xueyi felt strange and asked him, "Why are you looking at them?"
He Chengze looked around and lowered his voice and said, "What if he is also a spy?"
Jiang Xueyi laughed: "How is that possible? Do you think this is a wholesale product?"
He Chengze thought about it and realized that after Susan was arrested, this stronghold was exposed, and they no longer dared to send people to lurk in the vegetable market.
He is the type of person who, once bitten by a snake, becomes afraid of ropes for ten years and is used to worrying.
After returning home and having dinner, Jiang Xueyi sat at the desk, picked up a pen and began to write a letter.
He Chengze cleaned up the table, came over to take a look, and asked her, "Who are you writing to?"
Jiang Xueyi nudged her chin: "See for yourself."
He Chengze glanced at it, raised his eyebrows and said, "For my mother?"
Jiang Xueyi said, "Yes, the two elders asked me to send more photos of the little bun. My family bought a camera, and you and I took a lot of photos of the little bun. Now we have collected them, developed a batch, and are ready to send them to them."
He Chengze nodded, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "What about the letter? What does it say?"
Jiang Xueyi smiled and said, "Old Three, ask them if they are healthy. By the way, write down the little bun's recent interesting things. Oh, yes, and what happened today. Dad and Mom will definitely be very happy to read it."
He Chengze said: "Just look at how much they love the little bun, they will be very happy just by sending a photo."
The letter and photos were sent together, and near the end of the year, Jiang Xueyi received a reply.
Along with the letter came a large package containing many gifts for her, He Chengze, and Xiao Baozi, including toy cars sold in department stores, small tin frogs...it filled up half the package.
He Chengze got a headache when he saw it: "It must be my mom who insisted on sending it. My dad didn't bother to do that and didn't think about how much space our house could hold."
"It's all their good intentions." Jiang Xueyi said with a smile, "Look, how happy the little one is having."
The little boy was squatting on the ground playing with a small tin frog. There was a spring behind the frog, and when the spring was fully wound, the frog would move by itself.
From Jiang Xueyi's perspective, this old-fashioned toy is still a bit outdated, but the little bun is still very happy because it is a toy that is not even sold in the city's department stores.
Jiang Xueyi put a large package in order before opening the letter. The letter was from Wang Aiping, asking them if they were free and whether they wanted to go home for the Spring Festival this year.
Jiang Xueyi was stunned for a moment and conveyed Wang Aiping's meaning to He Chengze.
He Chengze raised his eyebrows: "Spring Festival, that's fine, I'll have some time off then." He asked Jiang Xueyi, "How about you, is the Women's Federation busy?"
Jiang Xueyi said, "We have already started the second phase of classes. The literacy classes in the morning and the skills training classes in the afternoon to teach everyone how to make velvet flowers are already on track. We should be able to have a holiday during the Spring Festival."
There is no need to talk about the little bun. He goes to nursery and is the first one to have a holiday.
Since everyone is free, there is no need to say anything more. Let's get ready and go back home to celebrate the New Year this year.
Jiang Xueyi continued reading the letter and said with a smile, "Mom said that Chengya will also come back to celebrate the New Year this year." She added, "That's great, the little one can see his aunt."
He Chengze said happily: “You say that as if you have seen Chengya before. You are not like the little bun who has never seen her before.”
"Hey, don't tell me, I've seen it." Jiang Xueyi said.
He Chengze was stunned for a moment: "When? Has Chengya been here?"
Jiang Xueyi teased him deliberately: "I have seen the photos."
He Chengze smiled: "So it's a photo. Mom showed it to you. She has a wallet with photos of me and Chengya in it."
Jiang Xueyi nodded: "Yes, I saw it, Chengya is very beautiful, my mother said that she is the most beautiful girl in the art troupe."
She raised an eyebrow. "But, I didn't see your photo. What's it like?"
He Chengze thought for a moment, "Well, it should have been taken when I had just joined the army, less than two years... no, a year." A nostalgic smile appeared on his face. "Back then, I wasn't as strong as I am now, but I was thinner and not as dark as I am now. When I first joined the army, the guy who lived in the same dormitory as me, on the upper bunk, gave me the nickname, White-Cut Chicken."
"Huh?" Jiang Xueyi laughed. "Boiled chicken?"
He Chengze smiled and said, "Yes, he is from Qiongzhou Island. Qiongzhou Island is the island where Captain Kong used to stay. It is a small island in the south. In addition to Qiongzhou Island, there are various archipelagos. People there like to eat chicken. White-cut chicken is a way of cooking chicken. No other seasonings are added when cooking the chicken, so the meat is white and the skin is buttery, which preserves the original flavor of the chicken. That's why it is called white-cut chicken."
Jiang Xueyi also laughed and said, "Boiled Chicken, this nickname is quite interesting. It means that you were very white back then."
He Chengze laughed and said, "How can I be white? Boiled chicken is yellow! I was indeed quite fair before I joined the army. After that, I trained under the scorching sun every day. I got tanned within a week. But because I have a fair base, I don't look as dark as others. I'm more like a wheat color. When a company of us went out for training, everyone was tanned, but I was a little lighter. That's why they gave me this nickname."
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