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Chapter 685 The first generation of Ming Dynasty (first update, please subscribe)
Seven o'clock in the morning, this time.It is the busiest time in Nanhua.

Almost just after seven o'clock, hundreds of thousands of people poured out from various districts in the city, either riding bicycles, or walking to the tram station to wait for the tram, the bustling people are all heading for their respective goals to walk.

Car bells and horns blared on the street, and countless bicycles were speeding along the side roads. As early as five years ago, the price of bicycles continued to decrease, and gradually Ming Dynasty gained popularity. It changed from a toy for the rich to a Means of transportation for ordinary families.

The bicycles on the side road were rushing forward, and the trams were clanging by on the spacious avenue.On the sidewalk beside the road, except for a few adults, there are more children carrying schoolbags to school.

These children looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. Most of the boys were wearing white shirts and black cropped shorts, while the girls were wearing sailor uniforms and blue sarongs. This was the standard summer school uniform of Ming Dynasty, and only the school badge on the chest could tell them apart. Out of school is different.

These children are the first generation of Daming people. They came to Nanhua at a very young age, and then received systematic education from elementary school to middle school in Daming.

Although they were not born in this land, they have grown up in this land since they can remember, and this land has left an indelible mark on them.

If their parents were immigrants, then they are natives.At least to an extent.

Wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, Li Pingan rushed towards the school on foot as usual.But recently, he has been different from usual, with many things on his mind.After all, I was about to graduate soon, and some things had to be chosen before graduation.

Just as he was walking on the sidewalk while thinking with his head sullen, a series of crisp car bells came from behind him.

"Hi! Li Ping'an, what are you thinking? I have called you several times, but there is no promise."

Li Pingan turned his head and saw Lin Dong jumping off his bicycle behind him, forced a smile.

"Lin Dong? Is this the bicycle you just bought?"

"That's right, Phoenix brand, this year's new model, the electric light in front, when there is no street light, don't worry..."

54 yuan, which is almost two months' salary of my father. Obviously my father would not buy it for himself, and of course he would not let his father buy it. After all, it is too expensive.

Even now, my father hasn't bought a bicycle himself.But the tram is faster.Li Pingan was thinking in his heart.

Lin Dong's father is an engineer, earning several hundred yuan a month, but what about his father?Just ordinary factory workers, less than [-] yuan a month.

The disparity in family background did not prevent them from becoming friends, but they will soon graduate from high school, what after graduation?

I hope I can get into a university, or at least a junior college.Then life would be very different.

"Come on, there are no street lights in Nanhua, and you can still ride a bicycle out of the city,"

Accompanied by the sound of voices and brakes from the side of the road, a bicycle stopped beside them.

It was Li Mu, just by looking at this golden hair glowing golden in the sun, he knew it was him.The son of the deputy manager of the Northern Mining Company, he, like his father, is the first generation of immigrants from Nanhua, the kind who would attend parties at the club every year.

"Hurry up, sit up safely, if we are late, the instructor will pick us up at the door again!"

"Sit in mine, safe, I haven't taken anyone with me yet!"

"I haven't taken anyone before, so I can't let you take it. What if I fall... let's go!"

When Li Pingan sat on the bicycle, there was a burst of young laughter accompanied by the crisp bell.

There is not much difference in the identity gap between people in schools. Whether it is ordinary people or the children of the rich, they all go to the same school and need to be admitted to high school based on their grades. Li Pingan grew up from high school to high school. In high school, he relied on the scholarship all the way to study. His name is always on the list of scholarships for outstanding students issued by the school every semester. Although the ranking is not very high, it also allows him to have the opportunity to enter high school.

If he can be admitted to a junior college or university in the future, he can not only win a scholarship, but also win company funding by signing a post-graduation employment contract.After all, many junior colleges themselves were founded by companies to train talents for the companies.

Amidst the crisp car bells, the two bicycles were driving one after the other, and soon they arrived at the school. When they vaguely saw the sign of Nanhua No. [-] High School, Li Pingan jumped out of the car. Li Mu, Lin Dong and the others also jumped out of the car. According to school regulations, they can only push bicycles when they enter the school.

"Hello, principal."

"Hello, classmate."

The principal of Nanhua No. [-] High School, Song Chaodong, and the instructor stood beside the school gate, watching the students come in one after another from the outside. When the students passed the gate, they bowed halfway to greet the teachers.The principal also smiled and nodded in return under the leadership of the instructor.

However, unlike the principal's smiling face, the instructor is as stern-faced as before, and he even holds a "spirit injection stick" in his hand. Everyone knows exactly how this stick injects spirits, but no one knows. Who invented it, but what is certain is that in Daming, almost every middle school, military instructor has such a "spiritual injection stick".

Whenever students see it, they will always be refreshed and will never be downcast again.Just like Li Pingan and Lin Dong, the moment they jumped out of the car, they immediately became full of energy, and even said hello, they were also full of energy.

"Hey Principal!"

The shouts of the three people bowed and greeted very loudly, although it seemed a little noisy, but in the ears of the instructor, it made a smile appear on his stern face.

Very nice and spirited.

……

The homework in the morning was as heavy as usual, and it was not until after lunch that they finally relaxed. Many people on the playground used their lunch break to play football there.

As usual, as soon as Li Mu came out of the canteen, he played football on the playground. Football is the most popular sport in Ming Dynasty. At that time, there were not many women in Nanhua, and men could only play football on the football field in order to show their strength, so it became a tradition to kick and kick.Now there are as many as [-] football clubs in Ming Dynasty. Although there is no official league, there are quite a few competitions. After all, this is the "traditional sport" of Ming Dynasty.

Of course, Li Mu does not play football to enter the club and make a living by playing football. He does it entirely out of interest. What he enjoys is the thrill of being dominant on the court, and he prefers to enjoy the cheers and screams of people. As for becoming a professional Players, he has never thought about it, and of course, if there is an opportunity, he does not reject it.

For him, playing football is just fun.

Looking at Li Mu's vigorous figure on the court, Li Ping'an's eyes were a bit complicated. Deep down in his heart, he was always envious of Li Mu and Lin Dong. Their family background determined that they didn't need to consider the issue of livelihood.

And what about him?
Although there are still three months before the senior high school graduation exam, he has to consider which school to apply for.

First of all, his father had no money for him to go to a preparatory school, so he had to pass the exam, which meant that he didn't need to consider Nanhua University, where thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge.

The safest thing is to go to those junior colleges, and then become an engineer, or an accountant, or a technician, or...

and then?
He will be like Lin Dong's father, earning a few hundred yuan a month. Of course, when he just graduated, he definitely didn't have that much, but he definitely earned more than his father.

Can……

What time do you want?
Is that all what I want?What does the life I want look like?

(End of this chapter)