Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 80
Dad's hard-tipped pen calligraphy is a mystery, and I don't know where I learned it. The strokes are a bit like Shaojing's "Ling Fei Jing", but the font is slightly flatter than it, and the overall feeling is a bit like Zhong Yao's "Declaration Table".

When Zhou Zhi came back, his father said, "It's been a long time since I wrote regular script, you can really find something for me."

Zhou Zhi gave a thumbs up: "Boss Xu and Principal Zhao have both said, Dad, your words, among all the parents, this one!"

Even Zhou Zhi can't do this kind of skill. When using a pen, even if Zhou Zhi sometimes wants to write regular script, but as he writes, the characters themselves become cursive script.

He himself didn't think about the fact that his father's papers were written in regular script from beginning to end, and Zhou Zhi's scalp felt numb just thinking about it.

"Handwriting is a door hammer." Dad said, "Your dad would not have been able to enter the Industrial and Commercial Bureau if it wasn't for this handwriting."

"Then you have to talk to the plane about this!" Zhou Zhi found himself the last one: "His hand with chicken feet is just like a doctor's prescription."

"I'm telling you!" Dad stared, "It's as good as your pen writing!"

At this time, there was a sound at the door, the third sister pushed grandma back, and Zhou Zhi came out from the study: "Grandma, I'm back!"

"Okay, my dear grandson will move into the room before me!" Grandma laughed.

"Cousin An Ran is really amazing." Third Sister said, "With this, going up and down the stairs is much more convenient."

"It's time to eat, third sister and mother-in-law wash their hands, try my handicrafts today!" Mother shouted from the kitchen.

It is said to be my own handicraft, but the main character is actually a stewed elbow. It is estimated that my father made it first, and my mother is only responsible for watching the fire.

There is also Zhuerba. Although the second steamed Zhuerba lacks the freshness of wild onions, grandma still likes it.

The only spinach soup left is my mother's own craft.

"Dad, Mom." Zhou Zhi asked, "Jiang Qiao and Du Yufen from Rongshan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative, do you know each other?"

"Yes, your mother also came from there." My mother giggled after speaking: "At that time, the supply and marketing cooperative was also responsible for selling meat, and the old workers could pick the best meat first."

"What should I do if I have to go to work after picking? Just bury the meat in salt. After get off work, I will pick out the meat and take it home."

"Later, some farmers gave us advice, saying why the salt you buy from the supply and marketing cooperatives to make kimchi always has flowers?"

"You are cheating farmers and harming farmers!" Dad was angry.

"I didn't do it!" Mom said.

"But there is something wrong with your attitude. This is not funny." Dad was a little serious.

"Yes, yes... the great leader is amazing!" Mom joked with Dad's seriousness: "Isn't this what happened more than ten years ago! You educated me back then!"

"Why do you ask about the two of them?" My father couldn't tell my mother, so he turned to Zhou Zhi and said, "At that time, your mother and Du Yufen were two flowers in the supply and marketing system. If I dared to educate her like this, I would be caught by her kicked."

"Du Yufen is the one here, but I'm not." There was a bit of sourness in the mother's tone, and there was a trace of injustice: "When I was watching a movie, many people helped her set up a bench! I accidentally bumped into her, and Jiang Qiao died Jump up and fight with me!"

Back then, I watched Baba movies, so I had to bring my own stools.

Zhou Zhi couldn't help being amused: "Can you remember such a small thing for more than ten years? Mom, you have such a small mind."

"It's not a matter of mind, it's a matter of attitude." Mom gave Dad another meaningful look: "If you were your dad, you wouldn't be able to count on him, he would only reason with others."

Uh... Dad was dumbfounded, this... is this considered revenge for the criticism just now?
Zhou Zhi smiled and picked up a piece of pig cake for his father, and made up the knife by the way: "So criticism and self-criticism must be carried out at the same time, and one cannot be separated. Comrade Yuanjiang, is this the truth?"

"Why did you ask them?" Dad started to actively help himself.

"Their daughter's name is Jiang Shuyi. She's my classmate now, and she's sitting behind me. This time, I'm watching the eldest lady take her back by the way."

"Isn't your classmate very beautiful?" Mom immediately got excited, raised her head and thought for a while, "Jiang Qiao and Du Yufen, the daughter's appearance should not be bad no matter if she follows her father or mother."

"Isn't there AB papers for this preliminary exam, and the A paper grades look ugly." Zhou Zhi directly ignored this: "Jiang Shuyi is afraid of being criticized by her parents, so let me explain that she didn't do badly in the exam. In the end, I didn't expect you to know each other, so I can only say that Jiachuan is really too young."

"Their daughter's grades are very good?"

"Very powerful, the champion of the central school."

"What is the central school?" Mom laughed.

"It means self-discipline and knowing how to study. When I first arrived at Jiachuan Middle School, my ranking was low, but my grades improved within one semester." Zhou Zhi said calmly, "This is also a matter of attitude."

"Today wasted on the issue of attitude?" Dad regretted that he shouldn't bring it up: "I can't get around it, can I?"

There was laughter all over the table.

After dinner, the father threw the work of engraving the stencils back to his son.

Zhou Zhi will not be as strict as his father, using running script.

As long as it doesn't affect the reading and doing the questions, there is no need to be so particular!
Two copies were engraved soon, and the Chinese test papers for the week were all ready, and they were carefully clipped into the special folder.

Next, I have to write letters, to Chi Xueli, to Zhao Zhonggang, to Xiong Jiao, Feng Xueshan, and cousin An Xin.

The next day I went to school to hand in the wax paper, and when I walked towards the parallel bars between classes, a small group gathered there.

A boy hooked his feet on the parallel bars frame, bent his legs to another frame, and practiced his abdominal muscles there. He sat up after two exercises and said, "I eavesdropped. It is said that this time our school's AB sub-exam is called education reform."

"Principal Zhao dares to have this confidence because he has obtained a lot of information about key schools in the province!"

"What kind of education reform! It's just going to kill us!" Another boy quarreled: "My mother said that this summer vacation, Huating and I will be sent to Manzhou to attend a cram school...for a month and a half!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the sky: "My God! The summer vacation is half less than the winter vacation! Which wicked ghost made these things!"

The one on the parallel bars is Hua Yuliang's son Hua Ting, and the one under the parallel bars is Zhang Fangyu's son Zhang Xiaoyu.They belong to a small group.

Zhou Zhi's side is Fang Wenyu, Yan Xiao and the others, most of them are city kids, they are familiar with each other, Zhou Zhi didn't have time to practice the parallel bars, so he jumped on it and hung beside Huating.

"I heard that it was brought by a capable person, from our school." Hua Ting pretended to be mysterious and said, "This person has connections in the province."

"You are also very capable, Elbow, have you been to Shudu during the holiday?" Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered.

Under the parallel bars, Yang He's face turned pale with fright, Zhou Zhi made a few supports, climbed up on the bars and sat side by side with Hua Ting: "Jiachuan middle school education reform, you think such a big thing can be decided by one or two people of?"

"So this matter must have been organized and premeditated. This is a major event that all the school teachers, Jiachuan County, and even the Education Committee of Manzhou City have jointly done."

"Such a major event, is there no preparation in advance and no discussion in the middle? A capable person brought back a batch of materials, and Principal Zhao just slapped the table to start working? Is this possible?"

"I didn't know how many meetings and discussions I had before, so I just kept it from us and waited for the start of this semester, and gave us a big blow!"

"If you want me to say this, it's because Lao Zhao didn't do it properly!" Zhou Zhi uttered nonsense, "Reform and reform, what the hell, half a semester in advance, can't we start it when we just entered the freshman year of high school?"

"Tingzi, Xiao Yu'er, you guys have figured out what to do with the B roll."

Zhou Zhi put his arms around Huating's shoulders and found that the baby's clothes and shoes from head to toe had been changed to the same grade as Zhang Xiaoyu's: "It's miserable for us to make A rolls! Ask Fang Wenyu and Yan Xiao, they take the rolls home How did you go that night?!"

A burst of laughter erupted around the parallel bars. This test was also a famous scene in the first year of the [-]th and [-]rd grades. In the second half of the test, the top ten in each class were beaten.

The parents are too lazy to listen to the children's explanations. After beating each other, they find out, oh, it turns out that the school is indeed crazy, and the questions are too difficult...

But anyway, they've already been beaten up, so make the mistake - tell you boy, this time it's just a sample!If you still don’t see any progress in the next exam, heh heh heh, then you will know whether the horn is copper or iron...

The children felt that what Zhou Zhi just said was reasonable, and the tide of public opinion began to criticize Zhao Shangzhong.

Yang He kept a low profile in the crowd.

This nima, I am clearly a person who experienced it personally, and I believe it to be true...

Each class has several small circles of boys and girls, Zhang Xinyi, Jiang Shuyi, and Ye Xin, who are eloquent in class one, are also a small group.

Behind the large pond beside the school's printing factory, several peach and plum trees were in bloom.

However, these trees have never produced fruit, or in other words, they have never been able to wait for the fruit to mature, so they were picked in advance by the brats.

The water in the fish pond is also very clear, but there are no fish in it, and the school also knows that if it raises fish, it will not be able to keep it.

For example, Zhou Zhi would throw a fishing line with no buoy into the pool, and then pretend to be endorsing a book by the pond, holding the fishing line with his fingers, waiting for the signal at any time.

"Shu Yi, did you really go to your house on Zhouzhi weekend?" Zhang Xinyi asked Jiang Shuyi with a copy of "High School Vocabulary Encyclopedia" in his hand.

"No, he's here to see his aunt. By the way, help me explain to my family why the test scores are so low." Jiang Shuyi lowered her head and fiddled with a small yellow flower that had just bloomed on the hot pepper grass. .

Ye Xin held Jiang Shuyi's face up: "It's that simple? It's that simple, do you feel like you did something wrong? Look at me and tell me the truth!"

"The next day he invited me to dig wild vegetables on the mountain..." Jiang Shuyi's face turned red.

"Ah lonely man and widow..."

"What! And his brother Su Datou!"

"No, you must have a problem!" Ye Xin prevented Jiang Shuyi from bowing her head: "Xin Yi, look at her! She blushes when she mentions Zhou Zhi!"

"Okay!" Zhang Xinyi pulled Ye Xin's hand down: "Who doesn't blush when you ask this? I ask you, Fang Wenyu, are you different?"

"We're talking about her now!" Ye Xin expressed dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)