Back to the Good Life of the 80s

Chapter 97
Qian Xiaofeng waited at the end of the single-plank bridge at the entrance of the village, and when he saw the person coming back from the opposite side, he was worried all day, and finally fell down.

"Adia, it's raining so hard, why aren't you at home." Wang Ting was both happy and worried when she saw Qian Xiaofeng. She was happy that Adia treated her like an ignorant child and cared about her in everything.Worried that her old man's health is not good, blowing in the wind and rain for a long time, blowing out the disease, and the body is broken, she has to feel guilty and blame herself to death!
Wang Ting put the umbrella in her hand to cover Ada's body, and the grandfather and grandson supported her all the way home.

Wang Ting took off her raincoat, put down her schoolbag, and went to the kitchen to fetch water to wash her face and feet.

Qian Xiaofeng stopped her and didn't let her do it, and wanted to wash it by herself, but Wang Ting looked at her pitifully with tears in her eyes, Qian Xiaofeng was so soft-hearted, so she had to let her nannie soak her feet.

"Ah, the single-plank bridge over Muliangou has been replaced. I don't know who in the village has a kind heart, cut down two more trees, added a bridge, and became a double-plank bridge."

"Which one else? You are worried that you will fall into the ditch again, so you dragged some of your uncles to the mountain to cut down trees and put them on the ditch." Qian Xiaofeng smiled. After he left, my daughter fell into the ditch again. Taking advantage of the few days when the eldest came back, she dragged Liang Hai's nephews to the mountain to cut a tree and put it up the ditch.

Wang Ting's eyebrows are curved, and her clear eyes are round and big, "Ah, that's great!"

"Yes, yes, you are the best, but you are not good!" Qian Xiaofeng poked her on the head funny, Wang Ting followed her strength, leaned back, and then smiled and rubbed against her, acting like a baby, " Who said that Ada is the best! I like Ada the most."

"You are shameless and cheeky." The grandparents and grandson laughed and quarreled for a while, Qian Xiaofeng went to cook, Wang Ting went upstairs to pack broken corn and went downstairs to feed the chickens and ducks.

After several days of rain in a row, it finally cleared up on Saturday morning.Ever since Wang Ting broke up with Liang Mei'e in class that day, Liang Mei'e has been very tactful in the past few days and didn't come up to her to disgust her.

For the first two days, it didn't rain in the afternoon. Qian Xiaofeng and the villagers went into the mountains to pick wild bamboo shoots and purple fern. .

"Ah, I'll bring some wild bamboo shoots to Teacher Chen, do you think it's okay?"

Teachers in this period are very respected, as the song says, teachers are hard-working gardeners.

Respecting the teacher is not just talking about it, not only the students respect the teacher, but also the parents especially respect the teacher.Unlike later generations, the nature of teachers has changed.

"If you don't tell me, I forgot. Your head teacher, Mr. Chen, is a good teacher. When you fall into the water, he will still care about you and prepare study materials for you. There are so many bamboo shoots in the house, and I can't finish them all at once. I just give them to your head teacher, Chen. Teacher, bring some, try something new." Qian Xiaofeng got up, went to the kitchen to get a big net bag, filled a bag full of wild bamboo shoots and purple fern, and handed it to Wang Ting.

"Can you hold it? Do you want to pretend to be behind your back and carry it?" Qian Xiaofeng looked at the big bag of wild bamboo shoots and purple fern, worried that she couldn't handle it.

Wang Ting took it over and thought about it, "Fortunately, it's not very heavy. There should be no problem when it comes to school. I'm really tired. There are other people in the village. Xiangmeiliang went to them and asked them to help carry a section of the road. There is no problem." .”

Qian Xiaofeng thought about it, and it was the same reason. He sent Wang Ting down the mountain, but Wang Ting told her not to send her back home, and left with a big net bag.

When they gathered at the entrance of the village, a group of students saw Wang Ting carrying a large bag of wild bamboo shoots and purple fern cabbage. They were curious, but no one asked.They are not very familiar with Wang Ting.

Now that Wang Ting crossed the single-plank bridge smoothly, Qian Xiaofeng felt relieved and did not come over to watch her cross the bridge. Few of the adults in the village knew Wang Ting well, so it was not easy to talk to her.

"You took so many wild bamboo shoots and purple ferns, do you want to cook for yourself?" Others had concerns, but Liang Xiangmei didn't, so she went to Wang Ting.She had a different idea. Seeing Wang Ting carrying such a big bagful of vegetables, she thought about cooking.

Wang Ting gave her a white look, and said funnyly: "You can figure it out, cook rice, what should I cook it with? I don't have a pot, just think about it in my head, and I can conjure up vegetables!"

Liang Honghua and Liang Mei'e laughed immediately when she heard her words.

Now that she has been with Wang Ting for a while, Liang Xiangmei has calmed down a lot, unlike before, she would pinch her back at every turn.Seeing Honghua smiling with Mei'e, nothing changed on her face.

"Then what are you carrying?"

"Ada went to the mountain yesterday to pick a lot of wild bamboo shoots and purple ferns, and I couldn't finish eating them all at once, so I wanted to bring some for Mr. Chen to try something new." Speak out.

Liang Xiangmei froze for a moment, then blurted out, "Why didn't I think of that!"

Her mother also went into the mountains yesterday, and there are many wild bamboo shoots and purple ferns at home.

Liang Mei'e was also regretting, why she didn't expect to be taken by Teacher Chen, but she made Wang Ting a good person.

Before it was time for morning class, Wang Ting went directly to the office with a large net bag and gave it to Teacher Chen, who refused it sternly.

When Chen Lihua saw the big net bag that Wang Ting handed over, her heart felt warm as if soaking in a hot spring.She has been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time a student has given her something. Whether the item is good or not comes second. Courtesy is less important than affection, and the most precious thing is the student's heart.

Teacher Chen's eyes are a little wet, because there is a student like Wang Ting, and she is more determined to be a teacher for a lifetime.

The life of every family in the countryside is tight, and it is not easy. Her students still want to send her some food.

Wang Ting seemed to know that she would not accept it, so she had already thought of words.

"Mr. Chen, these are the wild bamboo shoots picked at home. They are not worth much. This season, wild game comes out of the mountains. There are so many of them that we can't finish them. We have picked a lot at home, and we can't eat them all." After finishing, I will bring you some, try something new."

Wang Ting has said so, and Teacher Chen is not easy to evade. She is also a straightforward person. If it is planted, she will not accept it.

Take it and put it under the table.

The other teachers in the office looked at Mr. Chen's bag of wild bamboo shoots, envied Mr. Chen for having a good student, and at the same time felt uncomfortable.

Different people have different fates, they are all teachers, and they have never received gifts from students.It's not that they are greedy for the students' little things, and they may not accept the students' gifts, but it's mainly out of their hearts.

Everyone had never received it before, so they had no idea, but Wang Ting gave it to Mrs. Chen, and everyone felt different.

As soon as Wang Ting left, the teachers praised her to Teacher Chen, so that Teacher Chen squinted her eyes, took out her net bag, and shared a big handful with each of them. It was enough to try something new.

　When I was a child, Dongdong was very afraid of the teacher. I couldn’t recite the lessons in the morning, and I had to be beaten by the board. I was beaten five times, and my parents said that I played well...it’s not like now!

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