My village can't be like this

Chapter 615: Unexpected Monthly Exam

After eating and drinking, the meal Zhang Jianwen invited was not over yet.

According to the custom of everyone in the village, there is a cup of hot tea after the meal.

Especially since it was still night time, and no one was in a hurry to do anything. They would just go home and wait until it was time to go to bed. So since there were many people here, no one was in a hurry to go home, and they gathered together to set up the Dragon Gate formation.

Suddenly, Zhang An felt that his son had not moved for a long time. He looked down and found that the little guy had fallen asleep on his legs.

Then he glanced at his phone and realized it was already past nine o'clock and it was getting late.

"Uncle, then you guys keep talking. Qiqi fell asleep, and I'll take him back to bed."

Originally, Zhang An, as a young person of the younger generation, had little say in the topic of Zhang Jianwen and the other older generation, and Zhang Ping was not at home today.

But in the village, it is not customary to leave after someone has finished eating, and he did not want to spoil everyone's mood, so even if they could not chat for a few words, he just sat aside.

But now that little Siqi had fallen asleep, it gave him an excuse to withdraw early.

"Okay, okay, then go quickly. It's a bit windy outside. Remember to cover yourself with your clothes."

Zhang Jianwen glanced at the sleeping little Siqi, then stood up and picked up Zhang An's coat to cover the little guy.

When she returned home, Wang Fang saw that her grandson had fallen asleep. She quickly took him over, took off his shoes, and carried him to bed.

When he came out again, he kept complaining that Zhang An came back too late.

Zhang An didn't say anything, just kept giggling.

"Okay, go take a shower. I told you to drink less, but you still stink of alcohol."

Wang Fang couldn't do anything about him, but just by smelling the strong smell of alcohol, she knew that Zhang An had drunk a lot tonight.

"Mom, this is really not my fault. Uncle Weimin and Uncle Youcai are here. If I don't take them up on this, they probably won't agree."

Zhang An was also helpless, as Uncle Zhang Jianwen, the host of the night, did not take the initiative.

But Huang Weimin and Zhao Youcai, two old drunkards, were there. Once they started drinking, no one else could escape. Zhang An, a junior, had to keep them company, so Zhang An drank quite a bit tonight.

He went back to the bathroom and took a shower. The smell of alcohol, which had not yet reached his head, became a little groggy due to the heat.

Back in the room, Su Ying was working overtime seriously at her desk.

Zhang An originally thought that his wife was correcting homework, but when he got closer to take a look, he found that it was a pile of test papers.

"Hey, it's only been a month since school started, and the midterm exams are already starting?"

With a family member who is a teacher, Zhang An can be said to have a certain grasp of the school's teaching progress.

In the past, Changqing Middle School only had two exams per semester from the first to the third grade.

There is only one midterm and one final, and there are no other exams in between. This is where rural schools are very disadvantaged.

So when Zhang An found out that his wife was actually grading test papers, he thought that the midterm exam for these third-year students had started early.

"This is a monthly exam, not a midterm exam. We at the European School have high hopes for this year's group of children, so we decided to hold a monthly exam every month. Firstly, it is convenient to feel out the children's base, and secondly, it is also convenient to find out the gaps and fill them up."

Su Ying had just finished correcting the test paper in her hand. She stood up and stretched, and spoke to Zhang An.

"This is indeed what should be done. Schools in the city have always had this kind of stage test, which allows us to keep track of students' learning situation at any time. We should really learn more from them in this regard."

Zhang An nodded, then flipped through the test paper on the table that had been corrected by his wife.

"Hey, are the questions on this test paper easy? How come I have looked through them for so long and haven't seen a single one with a score below 80?"

When Zhang An started flipping through the pages, he didn't think much of it, but after flipping through a few pages, he became uneasy.

Because among the papers that have been graded so far, the worst score is 82 points, which is quite amazing, after all, the full score now is 100%.

So Zhang An’s first thought was that the school had let him off easy on this test and the questions were too simple.

Because no matter how outstanding the children in this class are, Zhang An has looked at the final exam papers of last semester, and there are still several students who scored over 70 points.

"No, I made the test myself this time. Many of the questions were based on the real test papers of the schools in the provincial capital. The difficulty is higher than the normal test."

Su Ying also spoke a little uncomfortably. She really didn't expect that the children in both classes would do so well in the exams.

"That's a good thing. It means these kids are really learning. Why do you look so worried?"

It was originally a good thing, but Zhang An did not see any joy on his wife's face.

"Hey, I actually wanted to embarrass them by taking this exam."

Su Ying said very helplessly that in fact, she had deliberately increased the difficulty of the test questions in this monthly exam.

Because after the exams last semester, the average scores of the two classes were much higher than those of the town’s middle school. So after the start of this semester, not only the teachers but also the students were a little impetuous, or to put it bluntly, they were proud and complacent.

So Su Ying wanted to use this monthly exam to combat the impetuous trend among students.

But now that the exam is over, she feels really conflicted, feeling both happy and disappointed.

The good news is that this test paper is really difficult. Even if it is given to students from schools in the city, they will not get such good results.

What was disappointing was that her purpose of suppressing the students' impetuous spirit and teaching them a lesson failed.

So she was very worried that these children would suffer a big setback in the future.

"Hey, wife, you are a little confused. Think about it, they can get such excellent scores on such difficult tests, which proves that they have learned something. You don't need to worry so much."

Zhang An held his wife in his arms and spoke to her in a comforting manner.

"Okay, it's getting late. There are still so many things left to review. We definitely won't be able to finish them tonight. Let's take a break."

Looking at the thickness of the unmarked test papers, Zhang An decided not to let his wife work overtime.

Su Ying glanced at the time and found that it was indeed late, so she stopped insisting and tidied up and prepared to turn off the lights and go to bed.

"Wife, look at the beautiful moonlight tonight. Let's work hard to give Qiqi a brother or sister."

The hot water vapor made Zhang An a little drunken. He could not help but be fascinated by the sweet scent of his wife.

"No, you won't stop once you start. I have the first class tomorrow morning, so I need to go to bed early."

Su Ying felt that her man was approaching her, so she quickly refused.

But how could the arm twist stronger than the thigh? It was just that the moonlight outside the window was too charming.

The next morning, Zhang An did not get up early as usual. Instead, after waking up, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and continued lying down.

After Su Ying finished packing, she didn't say anything, but just rolled her eyes at him, the meaning of which was self-evident.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open.

"Dad, wake up."

As soon as the little guy came in, he lay on the edge of the bed, shaking his father's big hand and urging him.

"Okay, okay, I'll get up right away."

Zhang An was also helpless. He wanted to stay in bed for a while, but was criticized by his son.

Today's weather is a little gloomy, and there are gusts of autumn wind. It seems that the sun that has been shining on the earth for a few days may not come out. No wonder the little guy is wearing long sleeves and long pants today. It is probably because the weather has changed. Wang Fang is worried that her grandson will catch a cold.

"Good morning, Zhang An."

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the yard.

Zhang An took a look and wondered who else it could be but Lu Cheng.

"Good morning, Brother Cheng. Aren't you a little late here? I didn't see you when we were picking fruits a few days ago, and now you're here when we're almost done."

As soon as Zhang An saw Lu Cheng, he immediately welcomed him into the yard.

The kiwi fruit in the village had already been harvested a few days ago, and Lu Cheng also sent people over.

It should have been finished in the past two days, but his boss kept showing up.

"Hehe, I was busy a few days ago, but it doesn't matter whether I come or not. The quality of everyone's fruits is very good this year."

Lu Cheng said very happily that although he had not been here a few days ago, he was very satisfied with the kiwi fruit in Changqing this year.

"Come on, call Uncle Lu."

Zhang An pointed at Lu Cheng and taught his son.

"Uncle Lu~~"

Although he didn't know Lu Cheng, the little guy still called out very obediently.

"Okay, okay, time flies. The last time I came, the little guy still needed someone to hold him. I didn't expect that he can run and jump now, and even call for help."

Lu Cheng happily pinched the little guy's face, and then said with great emotion.

But after this pinch, the little guy wouldn't come near him anymore.

Although the little guy doesn't recognize people, he really doesn't like strangers who have no sense of boundaries.

After the little guy went to play by himself, only Zhang An and Lu Cheng were left sitting in the yard reminiscing about the past.

"Okay Zhang An, I'll go to the orchard first."

Near noon, Lu Cheng stood up and said goodbye to Zhang An.

"It's almost noon, and we're going to eat soon, why are you still walking?"

Zhang An immediately stood up and tried to keep the guest. The two had known each other for several years and it was not just a polite gesture.

"Forget about it today. I don't think I have much time today. I brought money with me this time. Everyone is still waiting. The sooner we distribute it, the sooner we can be happy."

Lu Cheng did not agree as he did before and insisted on refusing.

"Well, I can't delay your work, brother Cheng. Remember to come over when you're done."

Zhang An did not try to persuade Lu Cheng to stay and sent him out the door.

Because he knew that the villagers had not yet paid for the kiwis they sold a few days ago, mainly because Lu Cheng was not there.

Now that Lu Cheng is here, he must be here to get money for his family. Everyone really hopes to get the money from selling the fruit as soon as possible.

When Wang Fang came out of the kitchen and didn't see Lu Cheng, she asked.

"Has Boss Lu left? Why didn't he invite him to dinner?"

Wang Fang always called Lu Cheng "Boss Lu" instead of just calling him "Little Lu" like the fat guy did.

Because Lu Cheng basically only comes here when it's time to pick fruits, and the fat guy comes here whenever he has something to do. Wang Fang is very familiar with him and almost treats him as a junior.

"Mom, I'm busy collecting money from everyone this time, so I can't delay."

Zhang An was explaining to his mother while throwing fish food into the pond to feed the fish.

Now the little fish in the fish pond have grown a lot. When Zhang An scatters fish food, they jump out of the water to compete for it.

When little Siqi saw his father feeding the fish, he immediately became interested and didn't even drive the car but ran over to feed the fish with him.

But the little guy was too short. When he stood on the ground, he was not even as tall as the edge of the fish pond. He could only cling to Zhang An to pick him up.

Every time Zhang An threw a handful of fish food into the pond, the little guy would follow suit. When he saw the fish in the water fighting for the food, he would laugh happily.

Moreover, the laughter also attracted Wang Fang, who kept praising her grandson for being so great.

"Zhang An, has your family harvested rice recently? My rice jar is empty, so I came to buy some rice."

When three generations of a family were enjoying family happiness, an old voice broke the balance.

"It's Grandma Yu. She was busy with other things a few days ago, so the rice hasn't been harvested yet."

After hearing what Grandma Yu said, Zhang An remembered that it had been nearly half a year since the last time the tenants of Dongli Yard came to buy rice, and it was almost time to go and harvest the rice.

"But don't worry, Grandma Yu, I'll go get it this afternoon, and you can just come over to buy it in the evening."

"Okay, okay, that's the best. But this time we want to buy 300 kilograms, so Xiao An, you have to buy more."

When the old lady heard Zhang An say that he would go to mill rice in the afternoon, she immediately showed a look of satisfaction.

Since moving here, she and the old man in her family have become accustomed to eating Zhang An's chicken blood rice.

If we ask them to eat white rice now, I'm afraid they won't be able to change their habits in a short time.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about this. I will definitely sell more if I say I can."

Zhang An smiled and comforted the old lady. He knew that the old lady was afraid that he would forget what he had said when the millet was harvested, that she would only sell 200 kilograms of blood rice to her family every year.

After getting the reply she wanted, Grandma Yu went back very satisfied and waited to come over to buy rice in the evening.

At noon, after Su Ying came back from school and the family finished their lunch, Zhang An and his father Zhang Jianguo began to move the grain seeds from home to the pickup truck.

This time, Zhang An planned to pull a cart of millet to thresh. Since Grandma Yu was coming to buy rice, other tenants would also come and move in. If he threshed less, there would definitely not be enough to share.

Because there was too much grain to be threshed, Zhang An didn't plan to go to Zhang Xinmin's house.

The main reason is that their unit is too small, and it is not known how long it will take to thresh this truckload of millet.

After the pickup truck's cargo box was filled and Zhang An hadn't gotten in yet, little Siqi ran over and grabbed his pants and wouldn't let go.

"Dad, I want to take a ride."

The little guy was very smart. He knew his dad was going to drive out, so he kept watching.

After all, his little jeep is not as fun as this big car.

"Qiqi, be good. Daddy is going to work. Please wait for me at home."

Zhang An naturally wouldn't take the little guy with him, so he could only persuade him patiently.

It was strange to him that his wife suffered from severe motion sickness, but his son loved riding in a car very much.

The little guy didn't want to listen at first, but when Su Ying came out and glared at him, he stopped acting weird.

(End of this chapter)