My village can't be like this

Chapter 93 Zhang Bin's Tangle

On the way home, a slightly stronger night wind blows head-on, blowing away Zhang An's slight tiredness after eating just now.

When I walked to the intersection, I found my cousin Zhang Bin sitting on the ditch at the entrance of the village.

"Binzi, why are you here alone?"

Zhang An also came up, sat next to Zhang Bin, and patted Zhang Bin on the shoulder.

"Brother, do you think it's better for me to go to high school or a vocational school?" Zhang Bin, who was a little happy but hesitant, asked Zhang An.

Zhang Bin's grades have always been only average in the class, neither top nor bottom.

Others perform exceptionally well, and sometimes they don't.

But Zhang Bin is so unshakable, and Zhang An is also the first time seeing him.

Before the high school entrance examination, everyone knew that his grades had been hovering between being able to go to high school and not keeping up.

After the exam, the results came out, and if the score is a few points higher than the county high school grade line, you can get the quota quota, but you are still at the bottom of the crane when you get in.

At the very beginning, my second uncle's family agreed that if I failed the exam anyway, I would go to a vocational school for two years to learn some skills.

But this score is not up or down, the second uncle's family is in a dilemma.

Because I thought I couldn't pass the exam before, so I went to a vocational school with peace of mind.

Now this score is enough to go to high school, but I feel hopeless in the college entrance examination three years later, and I am a little unwilling to pass it.

"What's the trouble with this? If you want to work hard and feel that you can work hard to improve your grades by studying hard, then you can take a gamble. What if you are admitted to a university in three years? If you can’t learn it anymore, no matter how hard you work, your grades are still the same, and your talent is already like this, so I think going to vocational school to learn some skills, and learning first-hand skills is better than anything else.”

Although the current college entrance examination pressure is not as great as that of later generations, it is still difficult to get into a university.

And more people who did not pass the exam either went out to work or went home to farm, or paid an expensive tutoring fee at home, and repeated the exam for another year.

At that time, Zhang An finished the exam, and the family wanted Zhang An to repeat the exam for another year to give it a try.

But suddenly returning to Zhang An when he was young, he hadn't touched books for so many years in his previous life, so how could he have the thought to repeat them.

And later, I found out that I was carrying a baby, so what's the point of repeating it.

Repeat the exam for another year in order to be able to go to college and live a good life in the future.

Now Zhang An can live a good life without repeating the study, so he simply has no choice to repeat the study.

Zhang An did not persuade Zhang Bin to go to high school, but to go to a vocational school.

Although it is your own family, but such a choice, it is better not to make decisions for others.

After graduating from junior high school, you don't have to go to high school or vocational school. There are also teacher colleges to choose from.

But the grades in the teacher college are higher than those in high school, so don't even think about it.

If you persuade people to go to high school, if they fail to pass the college entrance examination after three years, then maybe you will blame you behind the scenes for persuading people to go to high school, wasting three years of time and money in vain.

If you persuade him to go to a vocational school, if he regrets it in the future, he will also blame you when he thinks about not working hard in the early years.

Later generations Zhang An encountered such things many times at home.

Whether it's between relatives or outsiders, when you encounter such a thing, you can make suggestions, but don't choose for others, because you can't guarantee what will happen to them in the future.

Then Zhang An told Zhang Bin all the big and small things about his three years in high school, telling him what high school was like, and what was the difference from junior high school, so he could think about it himself.

But in fact, with Zhang Bin's grades, even if he chooses to go to high school, it is almost a waste of time.

Some people’s grades are not good, so it may be because they are playful, they don’t like to study and don’t work hard, but some people’s grades are not good because they don’t work hard and don’t study hard, but because they can’t learn at all. Simply put, they have no talent .

It just so happens that Zhang Bin is the latter. He is very serious in his studies and listens carefully to the teacher's lectures, but he just doesn't know what to do.

So the results have always been like this, unless the brain suddenly opens up and finds a learning method that suits you, otherwise there is no hope at all, and there are many such people.

The grades are poor, but there may be people who improve by leaps and bounds after high school, but Zhang An has never seen it.

But even if there is such a person, Zhang An believes that it is the former. It is not that they are not smart or not suitable for studying, but they just didn't pay attention before, and then changed their minds and worked hard, and their grades will definitely improve.

The two brothers chatted by the ditch for more than half an hour. Zhang An explained to Zhang Bin all the suggestions he could think of and the pros and cons of the two, and he had to figure out the rest before making a choice.

Even in the second uncle's house, Zhang Bin is actually not optimistic about Zhang Bin's college entrance examination situation after three years of high school.

At that time, Zhang An's grades were not bad in the class, and when he was in high school, he also exceeded the cut-off mark by a lot.

But when you go to the counties, the gap will appear. The quality of education in the counties is much better than that in the villages and towns. This situation has continued for several decades, and finally all the schools in the villages have been withdrawn.

What's more, Zhang Bin, who has just reached the score line, will be able to get the head if he goes there, but now the family feels that it is a pity not to go up.

When Zhang An was born later, he also regretted it. At that time, his classmates all went to vocational schools, learned some skills, and lived well in the village.

How many years did I work hard outside before I could afford a small house.

There are many people who have built their own second- and third-story courtyards at home or in towns.

"Let's go home. There are too many mosquitoes outside. Let's stop feeding the mosquitoes here. Think about it after you get back. If you have any doubts, you can ask me."

In the end, Zhang An couldn't take it anymore. There were already a lot of mosquitoes by the side of the ditch. If someone came, they would definitely stick to you all the time.

This time Zhang An's arm, because he was wearing short sleeves, has already been bitten several times, and it is still itchy.

When I got home, it was already past eight or nine o'clock.

"Why did you come back now?" Wang Fang, who was washing her feet, looked at her son who had just entered the house. People in the village usually don't stay so late when they invite you to dinner. During the slack season, everyone has nothing to do. Clock fell asleep.

Seeing that his mother had finished washing, Zhang An poured the footwashing water for his mother by the way.

"I met Binzi by the ditch. Seeing him there alone, I talked to him and fed the mosquitoes for a long time."

Zhang An said while showing his mother the mosquito-bitten bag on his arm.

The light bulb at home was still relatively bright, and Wang Fang could clearly see the pimple on her son's arm, so she hurried into the house and took a bottle of toilet water to wipe off Zhang An.

The wattage of Zhang An's house is [-] watts, and the light is quite bright when the lights are turned on.

Most homes in the village have light bulbs of about five watts, and at most ten watts.Zhang An used to have a small five-watt light bulb in his home, and he would faint when the light was turned on, but Zhang An finally replaced it with a larger one.

The main reason is that everyone wants to save money. In the past, the electricity bill was too expensive. This year, the electricity bill has been reduced.

Basically, everyone sits in the yard after dinner at night and turns off the lights, and goes to bed early at night after washing their feet, in order to save some electricity bills.

However, Zhang An discovered that after the electricity fee was changed this time, until the following decades, it was more than [-] cents per unit of electricity, and the price had never been raised.

"Why have you bitten so many bags? There are so many mosquitoes outside. You two brothers will come back. If you have something to say at home, the mosquitoes outside are so poisonous."

Because there was only one child in the family, Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo cherished Zhang An since childhood.

"What did you just say about Zhang Bin?"

Zhang Bin, the cousin, has always been in the hearts of the adults, and he is a more sensible and obedient person.

In the area of ​​Zhang An's family, among the children of several uncles, he gave people the best impression. Others, including Zhang An, who has grown up now, used to be trouble-free masters in everyone's eyes.

When Zhang Jianguo heard Zhang An say Zhang Bin, he didn't need to ask.

"He has nothing to do, except that the entrance exam came out, and he gave up thinking that he couldn't get into high school. He didn't expect that now that the score came out, it was a bit higher than the cut-off line, so the family was struggling with whether to go to high school or a vocational school. "

Zhang An poured a basin of cold water and told his parents while washing his face.

After Zhang Jianguo heard this, he took two sips of herbal tea, "Unfortunately, Xiaobin is a very sensible kid, and he is willing to work hard in his studies, but his grades don't improve, and he has no hope of entering high school."

"You don't need to talk about this, let me tell you, if Zhang An's second aunt hears this, she will definitely feel uncomfortable."

Hearing what her child's father said, Wang Fang answered.

Zhang An's second aunt is usually a good person, but she is too good at pretending, and she can remember some trivial things or words that you don't pay attention to.

After being choked by Wang Fang, Zhang Jianguo stopped talking.

Because they have seen Zhang An's second aunt before. She is not bad-hearted and kind to people, but she keeps things in mind. When there is a quarrel between the two families, she will use these things to piss people off. .

"You can talk to him, but don't make any decisions for him. Well, no one will remember you. If it's not good, your second aunt will be hard to entertain in the future."

"Mom, I know. I'm not a child anymore. I just talk to him. As for what they do and how they choose, it's all their own business."

In the end, the second uncle's family decided to let Zhang Bin go for it. After all, it was not easy to get into high school. No matter what, it was an opportunity, so the family was willing to let him work hard.

The next day, Zhang Jianwen, the old village chief, has always been vigorous and decisive in his work style. Now that he has decided to build the road, and now he has money from big guys.

Immediately after the village representative meeting was held, he immediately took the villagers to purchase materials.

After working hard for more than a week, the original "concrete" road has been rebuilt into a concrete road.

In addition, two ditches were built on both sides of the road for drainage, so that when it rains, the accumulated water will not be soaked on the road, but will be drained into the field dam along the ditches.

Not to mention, now many people in the village will go for a swim on the new road after dinner, and it can be seen that everyone is very happy.

In the end, the old village head erected a merit monument by the bridge at the entrance of the village.

All those who donated money have engraved their names and donation amount on it.

After the merit monument was erected, many people regretted it a little bit. If they knew that they were strangled, it would look better to donate more.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions. Ever since the road was repaired, the old village head has been smiling.

The village chiefs of several nearby villages were baffled by Changqing's sudden repair of the road.

Because these few people have been the kings of darkness for the town for a few days, and they run towards the town every day, just wanting some money to build roads.

Obviously everyone drank porridge together yesterday, but you suddenly ate meat today?
At this time, who would not think that every village is basically a "concrete" road, but the road conditions here in Changqing are indeed the worst.

Everyone has also gone to the town to ask for money. If it is just a village, a little crowding in the town can help.

But seeing the village asking for money every day, the person in charge of the money in the town seemed to have a headache.

So no one got the money in the end, because the town didn't have that much money at all, and everyone knew that.

But who would have thought that Zhang Jianwen, who was still crying poor in the town a few days ago, quietly repaired the road at the entrance of the village, and the cement road was repaired.

When the village chiefs of the last few villages were really curious, they all invited Zhang Jianwen home to have a meal and a good drink.

Only then did I know from Zhang Jianwen how Changqing got the money for road construction.

I heard that most of the money was donated by a young man in the village and their friends, and the rest was donated by the resources of people in our own village. Look, how aware are the people in our village.

Hearing this, the faces of these village chiefs suddenly became strange.

Damn it, he pretended to be there again.

They have known each other for decades, and they are very familiar with each other. How could they not know that Zhang Jianwen likes to show off in front of them.

But I didn't realize it until I asked, and gave Zhang Jianwen a chance to show off.

They are very familiar with Zhang An in Changqing Village, because when Zhang An bought a car, he used the car to send Zhang Jianwen to town meetings several times.

Zhang Jianwen showed off well.

However, although there are no young people like Zhang An in their village, this cannot be changed by everyone.

But it doesn't affect them to learn from Zhang Jianwen's method and ask the villagers to donate the money to build roads in the name of merit monument.

In the end, it really succeeded for these few people, and the village raised a sum of money.

Of course, there are not as many villages as there are in Changqing Village. Even if there are not half of them, it is enough to improve the condition of the "cement" road.

At the beginning, the town found that the old men who used to come to squat the door every day hadn't come these days.

The town was quite worried about what might happen. According to what they knew about those people, they would never give up until they achieved their goals.

After some understanding, I found that everyone had raised their own money to repair the road.

After discovering that this matter was led by the old village head Zhang Jianwen, the old village head made a big splash in the town.

(End of this chapter)