Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

This semester is not over yet, Tongtong's textbook is like a dog gnawing through page after page, Ling Yue feels distressed after reading it.

When she was in school, no matter what books she kept, she kept them very well.

But Tongtong really refreshed her cognition.

In the past, she thought that Tongtong would not cherish textbooks like boys, so she didn't check much.

Looking at it today, I really have a big head.

Especially when she saw her ink midterm paper, she became even more angry.

——Chinese is 63 points, and mathematics is only 58 points.

"Tongtong, is this how you study?"

Tongtong has just started preschool, which is a good time to lay the groundwork.

If the preschool foundation is not well established, what will happen to her future studies?
Could it be that there is a college student in the family, and she still needs to hire another tutor to teach her?
"Mom, it's all because the teacher taught too fast. I finished before I understood the teacher."

Ling Yue stared at her: "You can ask the teacher if you don't understand, will the teacher cut off your ears?"

Tongtong opened her mouth and said, "I dare not. Our teacher is too fierce."

fierce?
It's better to be fierce!

Moreover, she had dealt with Xu Sumei before, and her intuition told her that Xu Sumei was not a particularly fierce person.

"Since you are afraid of the teacher, why don't you listen carefully?"

As Ling Yue spoke, her eyes unconsciously stared at the pile of tattered textbooks and homework on the ground.

Forget about the book, that stuff was not sold out when she set up a stall to sell department stores before, thinking that Tongtong would go to school, so she didn't continue to sell the few hundred copies left.

But the textbook was also ruined by her into such a ghostly appearance, she really didn't expect it!
This girl, it's okay to have bad grades, and she doesn't even know how to cherish her textbooks.

"If I had known that you didn't cherish textbooks so much, I wouldn't have sent you to school!"

Ling Yue stared at Tong Tong with wide eyes, "Tell me about you, why are you good and not bad?"

This semester is almost over, Ling Yue is angry, and Tongtong's education must not be left behind in the future.

"How long has it been since I checked your schoolbag, is this how you read?"

Tongtong shrank her neck from being scolded by her, and stared at her with a pair of timid little eyes.

"Sister, what are you doing so loudly?" Ling Qingfeng couldn't listen any longer. He just said something outside and was about to go inside when Wang Zhaoyang stopped him.

"Qingfeng, your sister is training Tongtong, you'd better not interfere."

Ling Qingfeng felt like sitting on pins and needles.

Don't say that he is not married yet, the three sisters are Tongtong's child now, if he doesn't spoil her, who else do you expect to spoil her?

"But with my sister's temper, I'm really afraid that she will do something to Tongtong."

"It's okay. Even if your sister is doing something to Tongtong, she is teaching her. Besides, your sister is not that kind of person. If the child's current study habits are not taught well, it will be very difficult for her to change in the future."

"Qingfeng, your brother-in-law is right. Look at me, I never care about this matter. Although I like Tongtong very much, it's only natural for your sister to teach her. You really can't interfere."

Ji Zhongqiu chuckled, picked up the wine jug and poured him a glass of beer: "Come on, we brothers have two glasses first."

Ling Yue scolded Tongtong in the room for half an hour, until Ling Xiaohua called her to eat, and she came out with Tongtong in her arms and a cold face.

Ling Qingfeng glanced at Tongtong's face, seeing her pear blossom with rain, her heart tightened suddenly.

He stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms: "Tongtong, you went to school to learn knowledge, and your mother cared about you, so she scolded you. You can get rid of this bad habit in the future."

Tongtong was still holding back her tears to prevent them from falling down, but after hearing what Ling Qingfeng said, she couldn't help it anymore, and burst into tears.

Ling Qingfeng himself didn't have any experience in coaxing children, he just kept saying: "Tong Tong is good, don't cry."

Ling Yue is not like him, she glared at Tongtong, "If you cry again, go out to eat."

Ling Qingfeng was about to refute when he saw Ling Xiaohua walking over with vegetables.

Ling Xiaohua put down the vegetables, stretched out her arms and hugged Tongtong: "Okay, Tongtong, let's stop crying. You go to school to study, how can you tear up all the textbooks?"

"I don't." Tongtong choked, "It's that Chen Xiaoxi in our class. I didn't want to be at the same table with him, but the teacher insisted that I be at the same table with him."

Ling Yue looked at her helplessly.

Such a young child has learned to lie.

"Tongtong, tell auntie, did you tear up your textbooks yourself?"

Tongtong looked at her timidly: "I saw Chen Xiaoxi tore up his textbooks and took them to the bathroom, so I tore them up too."

The corner of Ling Yue's mouth twitched, she really didn't expect such a thing to happen!

"Tongtong, didn't I put toilet paper in your schoolbag when you went to school?"

"I let it go, but sometimes my classmates didn't bring it, so I lent it to them."

Ling Xiaohua asked her softly: "Then you can tear up your homework, why do you want to tear up the book?"

Tong Tong said: "Chen Xiaoxi said that he wants me to tear up any book he tears up, otherwise he will beat me up."

Ling Xiaohua put her down, "Aunt Tongtong will send you to school tomorrow. I want to see how he will beat you up."

Wang Zhaoyang frowned, and said, "Tongtong, didn't you promise your mother that if any of your classmates bullied you again, you would tell her? Why didn't you tell me this time?"

Tongtong looked at her: "He won't let me tell you."

Crowd: ...

After all, she was a girl, and she didn't dare to fight with boys at school.

Ling Xiaohua rolled her eyes and began to mislead her: "Tongtong, tell auntie, did that Chen Xiaoxi hit you?"

"Beat it." Tongtong didn't dare to look at Ling Yue, she clenched her fist and punched Ling Xiaohua's stomach, "It's like this."

Ling Yue frowned.

Yan Suchun had bullied her before, and he went to school to make a fuss, but Tongtong never said that he bullied her again.

Unexpectedly, if Yan Suchun didn't come to trouble her, someone in the class would bully her.

"Tongtong is not afraid, my aunt will avenge you tomorrow."

Ling Qingfeng's heart was full of distress, and he picked up some fried meat with chopsticks for Tongtong: "Tongtong, eat quickly, after eating, uncle will send you to school tomorrow, and uncle will also avenge you."

After solving Tongtong's matter, Ji Zhongqiu said quietly: "Sister, Wu Zhenbo from the first factory called Uncle He yesterday."

"He asked when we were going to pick up the goods."

Ling Yue went back to her hometown in the past two days, and didn't care about the supply of a factory.

Now that Ji Zhongqiu brought it up, she said, "Tell him first that there is no rush, and I plan to look at it later."

Ji Zhongqiu looked at her suspiciously: "Look? What are you looking at?"

Ling Yue smiled and said: "Now the train to Zhushi has passed, it doesn't matter whether we want the goods from the first factory or not."

Ji Zhongqiu looked at her, thinking she was going to cross the river and tear down the bridge.

He suddenly felt tense, and said eagerly: "Sister, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge."

"What are you talking about!" Ling Yue glared at him dissatisfied, "I just took a fancy to some of his clothes, but I didn't say I had to pull them out. Besides, it's frozen everywhere now, you want me to How to pull it?"

Although the snow has stopped and the trains have resumed operations, the snow has not yet melted.

It had snowed for three days before, and the snow was almost up to the knees.

With such a thick snow, even if the sun shines every day, it may not be able to melt.

In addition, the road was icy again, and it was even more difficult to walk when the cold wind blew.