Fengcheng old events

Chapter 253

The end of March and the beginning of April.

It’s a good time for spring and flowers to go outing in the south, and the TV is still singing that it’s March [-]rd of the year again, and kites are flying all over the sky. This is the new song that became popular at this year’s Spring Festival Gala. The singer is Su Hong, Shi Deming’s cousin.

It turned out that she often came to Shi Deming's house to play, Zhang Xinglong blinked his eyes and thought about it, but he didn't think of seeing her, a bit regretful that he missed a live star.

Several new students came to the class, some were transferred from other schools, some were transferred from Class Seven and Class Eight with good grades, but Zhang Xinglong had never dealt with these transferred students, nor did he want to deal with them. Not a good student.

They have the smell of Class [-] and Class [-] on them, and they speak and act like gangsters. It doesn't mean that they are not good students, or they are not easy to get along with. Maybe it's because they came late. question.

The customs and habits of several classes are too different. In fact, the later students are also awkward. They also want to get acquainted with the new students quickly, but it may be that the atmosphere and habits between the two classes are really different, so they have to use a little force. too much.

Class [-] students seldom quarrel with each other, and they basically don't joke around, unless they get along very well, and they don't intervene when a few people are having a good time.

But the new students always act like they are familiar with each other. They make silly jokes, pick up random conversations, and just jump in when they are having a good time. All these make Zhang Xinglong feel very uncomfortable.

In fact, these are all normal. Even adults will encounter these problems of integration and acceptance in a new environment, but this must be a group of children, so, hum, stay away from you.

In order to be able to use the noon time to read novels at the bookstore, Zhang Xinglong brought a lunch box with him. Just like his father went to work, he packed two aluminum lunch boxes every day. When he went to school, he washed the rice and added water, put the lunch box in the school boiler, and then went to class .

At noon, I went to the steam boiler with my teachers to pick up the lunch box, trotted all the way back to the classroom and finished eating quickly, and then ran to the bookstore.I was late many times because I was so engrossed in watching. Fortunately, he studied well, and Teacher Wang just gave a few words of training and passed.

The other students are afraid of the teacher, so they hide when they can, but Zhang Xinglong's favorite thing to do is to sneak into the teacher's office: there are often books to read.

Zhang Xinglong, the teachers in the language teaching and research group, are all familiar with each other. Zhao Tianying's mother is the group leader, and treats him well.

Teacher Wang also often took him to the office to help with some work, such as engraving scrolls, printing scrolls, and correcting homework. He was used to letting him inform when there was anything, and sometimes other teachers would ask him to do something casually.

The whole class knows that the teacher dotes on Zhang Xinglong.Guan Jian is fighting for spirit, Teacher Wang is teaching Chinese, and Zhang Xinglong's Chinese scores are always the best in the class.

So the classmates often urged him to go to the teacher to ask for something, such as going to the sports group for self-study in the afternoon and borrowing a few balls to go out and play a class on the playground. He basically said that Teacher Wang would not object.

He also served as a representative of the art department, but his family really didn't have the conditions for him to learn painting, and he didn't pay much attention to it, so it didn't matter.Learning art still requires money.

This semester, he added tasks other than study, such as posting on the school's blackboard.

There are two large blackboards on both sides outside the main entrance on the first floor, which are the school's publicity boards. One is for the Youth League Committee and the other is for the school.It is usually done by senior students or cadres of the student union.

But Mr. Fu from the Communist Youth League chose Zhang Xinglong's name and asked him to write and draw.

So in the afternoon, when the classmates went to self-study, he went downstairs to draw blackboard newspapers.

Anyway, life at school is quite fulfilling, no matter what award the school class judges, he will definitely have a share.

The family is becoming more and more relaxed now, the conditions are gradually improving, and there are more laughter. Except for a little hard work, everything is developing in a good direction.

Although children do not understand or know many things, they can feel them.

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"I heard people say that you are going to raise your wages again. Will you be able to transfer to the end this time? I guess the only one who entered the factory with you is still hanging on your wages."

"That's all determined by the leader. What's the use of thinking about it? What do you say if you can't adjust it?"

"Are you doing a bad job or are you just being lazy and slacking off at work? There's something wrong with the equipment, and you have to come to find it in the middle of the night. If you call, you'll go there. Did you pay? Why don't you have anything to do when it's good?"

"What are you talking about? Taking people's money and being controlled by others, isn't that what you eat?"

"That has to be reasonable. Even if you rely on first-come-first-served platooning, it will be your turn long ago. Isn't it because you are a good bear? Huh? You know how to work stupidly all day long, and don't fart when you are angry. Who can take you As a matter of fact?"

"I don't want to argue with you." Zhang Qingzhi frowned and stood up.

"Stop for me. Come with me. Why don't you use this energy in the work unit? You don't have the nerve to do anything. Let, let, how can they be ashamed if you can't eat? How can they be ashamed to steal your work?"

"Then tell me, what's the matter?"

"What are you talking about? I'll tell you, Zhang, if you don't get a share of this salary increase, we won't live this day."

"Are you being reasonable? I decided this matter? What do I say?"

"It doesn't matter if you say it? You don't know how to go to the leader? Don't you know how to fight? Do you not have long legs or a long mouth?"

"Okay, don't make noise, just talk if you have something to say. Qingzhi has such a temper, you know?" Zhang Wanzhi came over to persuade him while holding the door frame.

"I'm just angry with his temper. He can't say anything outside. If you pinch it round, it will be round, and if you pinch it flat, it will be flat. All good things belong to others, but the work can't be left behind. I'll go find it tomorrow."

"Don't go. What is it like to be so noisy?"

"If I don't go, you go by yourself? Can you do it? Put your words here."

"……,I'll ask."

"What's the use of asking? What are you doing with your attitude? Where are you going to pass cigarettes? A bear."

"Mom, stop arguing." Zhang Xingbing went over and put his arms around Liu Guixin's neck: "Have fun."

"Get out." Liu Guixin did not dodge for a while.

At this time, only the third child could be on the scene, neither Zhang Xingjun nor Zhang Xinglong knew how to be coquettish, so they hid in the hut to listen, fearing that they would become Zhang Qingzhi's punching bag.This happened not once or twice.

"Tomorrow, I'll accompany you and scold my dad and the others for leading the way. What are you doing? You're just bullying people."

"You're going to use it as an ass, a little kid, and go do your homework."

"You keep arguing, can I calm down and do my homework?"

"Okay, stop arguing, I will ask tomorrow and let the child do homework." Zhang Qingzhi borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

Liu Guixin glared at Zhang Qingzhi, and thought for a while: "No, I have to go tomorrow, I have to ask face to face, don't worry about it, just pretend you don't know."

(End of this chapter)