MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 8
I don't know if it was Song Zhiwen's luck this year, or if he followed through with his words, and after three years of squatting in the fifth grade, he was admitted to the town's junior high school.
Zhang Xiaohua had more smiles on her face than Song Cun, who was admitted to high school, and she walked with wind. When she saw the villagers, she said, "The money is not wasted, and it is still useful if the money is spent properly."
Song Dazhuang listened behind, his face was full of shame, wishing he could avoid her. The daughter-in-law doesn't go for a walk in the village often, so I don't know what others say about their family. Any child in the village who is willing to study has not been admitted to junior high school. Only Zhiwen has been admitted to junior high school after three years of examination. He is still complacent and shameful at his grandma's house went.
Song Cun was also quite surprised. It took Song Zhiwen three years to get into junior high school, and he still hadn't given up on school. He secretly thought that he really shouldn't have been born in this era. If he failed the junior high school entrance examination in the town, he could still study, and he was to blame for his bad luck.
Song Cun went to study in the county, and the county No. 1 middle school implemented a reward system. The top three in the grade and the top three in the class were rewarded. Song Cun won the first place in the grade in the first monthly exam, and was rewarded with a pen and a notebook.
When he came back on the weekend, Mr. Song accidentally found his new pen, and when he asked, he knew that it was a reward from the school.
Mr. Song is really proud and disappointed. He is proud that his grandson has studied well, but he is disappointed that he cannot go to college now. If he can go to college, it is impossible to say that there can really be a college student in the family. But he is a high school student, and he is also a cultural person. His great-grandfather said that when he graduates, he doesn't have to worry about it.
What did his great-grandfather mean? He knew in his heart that Er Cunzi didn't have to worry about his future work, so he felt relieved. With the help of his great-grandfather, and Er Cunzi's self-improvement, he has a good eye for things, and he can't make mistakes in the future.
High school is also a two-year system. Song Cun has always been among the top grades in the school, and he can get rewards every time he goes back to the monthly exam, either a notebook or a pen. In the half-term and final exams, he won the first place. The school not only rewarded the pen and paper, but also rewarded him with an extra ten yuan. After such a semester, he got six pens and ten notebooks.
At this time, the pens were relatively durable, and a pen could be used for a long time. It happened that my younger sister Song Xiaomi was in the fifth grade, and she wanted a pen for a long time, so I gave her one.
Zhang Xiaohua spent money to let her study, it was like digging out her heart and soul, so she was not willing to spend money to buy her a pen, the pencils that Song Zhiwen usually used were all short and couldn't be held, so she picked them up and used them. She didn't complain, and she didn't dare to complain. She likes to read and wants to read. As long as her parents agree to let her study, let alone pick up the pencils that the third brother doesn't use, she has nothing to say, and there are always people in the school. Get rid of the pen that can't be held, and she can use it just as well.
She suddenly received the pen from her second brother, and she was overjoyed for a moment. She held it in her hand and touched it again and again, and put it away solemnly. She was reluctant to use it. After reading for so many years, this was the first time she got a pen. The new pen that belongs to her, and it is such a precious pen, she should protect it well and use it slowly.
Song Cun said with a smile: "Use it, I give it to you so that you can use it."
In the end, I didn't say the words that the pen is worn out and I want it. If the younger sister finds him for everything, he will help them one by one, which will only make Song Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaohua feel that as long as he is around, they don't need to worry about Song Xiaomi's school supplies. .
Song Xiaomi pursed her lips and nodded, saving it for homework when school started.
Song Cun nodded.
A student in the county, from a decent family, knew that he had a lot of pens, so he secretly asked him to buy pens and notebooks. He sold three pens and six notebooks. He not only asked for money, but also various receipts. If there are some classmates, let them help to find them.
Of course, pens and notebooks can’t be exchanged for many tickets, so he brought some agricultural products from home to exchange with them. When the family was gone, grandma went to the village to buy and exchange with good friends, saying that they would bring him to the county to eat, such as peanuts, Sesame and soybeans can also be bought at the supply and marketing cooperatives, not only food stamps are also expensive, although they also need tickets and money to replace them from Song Cun, but he wants any ticket, which makes them happy.
With such a clean plan, he not only saved the living expenses provided by the family, but also earned a sum of money. When he came back from the winter vacation, he bought a pack of cigarettes for each of the two old men, and pulled a piece of cotton cloth for his grandma to make her into a gown.
The cigarettes were sent to the uncle, and he cursed that it was a waste of money, but he didn't know how happy he was. When meeting people in the village, they deliberately took out their cigarettes and smoked them. Others asked him, why didn't he smoke cigarettes anymore? He smiled and told people that Er Cunzi bought the cigarettes. He won the first place in the exam, and the school gave him a bonus and bought him cigarettes. Seeing the envious eyes of the villagers, he went home satisfied.
When the villagers ran to Mr. Song to sow discord, they asked Er Cunzi to buy cigarettes for her grandpa, but did they buy cigarettes for your own grandpa?
Mr. Song said with a smile, "I bought it, I bought it."
When he got home, he said to Mrs. Song: "They are all people who don't think it's a big deal to read a joke."
"They are envious, let's take care of them." Mrs. Song touched the cloth, her eyes narrowed with a smile: "I haven't worn new clothes for many years." Then she said: "I'm getting old, why do I need to wear new clothes?" , Er Cunzi has a cloth ticket, so he should make clothes for himself."
As she spoke, she looked at her grandson who was tidying up the chicken coop in the yard. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, although he was tall and thin, had no flesh on his body. He often exercised with his grandpa all these years, and he seemed to be in need. After finishing the work, when the school was on vacation, when I returned home, I would plunge into the private land at home, either digging the soil and weeding, or watering and fertilizing.
He doesn't dislike the dirty and smelly farmyard manure.
His grandfather didn't want him to do it, but he didn't listen. He also said that if he did more, they could do less. He never complained of suffering or tiredness.
The clothes on her body were covered with scar patching, and he never cared about it, and told her that it didn't matter whether the clothes were good or bad, as long as they were clean. With the cloth ticket, he didn't pull off his clothes, but turned around and pulled a piece of floral cloth for her.
Now cleaning out the chicken coop again. There is no free time.
Such a child, he just doesn't say anything, how can he not know his hard work when he is old, and not feel sorry for him?
Not to mention, this kid himself is capable. Most of the high school students in the county are city kids, and their family conditions are better than theirs. But he can not only mix with them, but also secretly exchange things with them, although She was worried about being found out, but her grandson said that there was no need to worry. The relationship between the few classmates was relatively good. It was discovered that he had few things with him, so he said it was for his classmates.
She told the old man privately that Er Cunzi was handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and if he didn't go to school, he should be called his wife. Such a capable young man, the family with a daughter, shouldn't they scramble to give it to the second son?
She said, "Er Cunzi, take a rest and read a book."
Song Cun took out a bag of dirty things and emptied them, and said, "It's okay, it's the same for reading at night when you have nothing to do."
Song Pozi shook her head with a smile, and said in her heart that I want you to rest.
Just thinking about it, Song Xiaomi came over with a sad face, Mrs. Song took a look at her, and said angrily, "What's wrong?"
She is so happy, you come here with a dejected face, don't you just disturb her?
Song Xiaomi looked at Song Cun next to him, sobbing and speechless.
Song Cun raised his eyebrows: "What happened?"
Song Xiaomi wiped away her tears with the sleeves of her padded jacket: "I, my pen was snatched away by my third brother."
To be honest, Song Cun was not surprised to hear her say that, so he said, "You won't **** it back?"
Song Zhiwen is weak, so he has no strength when he looks at it. Song Xiaomi is tall, works often, and looks stronger than him. If he wants to grab it, can he still not be able to grab it?
It was given to her by the second brother, can Song Xiaomi still grab it? She sniffed: "My parents won't let me, and they also said that I'm about to graduate anyway, and the pen won't last long."
The family is separated, the eldest brother is separated, the eldest sister got married a month ago, the second brother lives with his grandma, and she and the third brother are left with two children in the family. Parents have no one to command them, they can only command her, not to mention doing laundry and cooking, sometimes on holidays, the third brother sleeps in, and the meal is ready, and it is brought to the room for him to eat. In order to be able to read, she endured everything, but she couldn't bear to **** her only pen.
Song Cun looked at her: "Then what do you want to do?"
Song Xiaomi's eyes were red, she didn't know what to do, she thought that there would be a way to find her second brother.
Song Cun has a solution, but Song Xiaomi's grades are good, and she wants to continue her studies, but she is just patient. After finishing elementary school, it is impossible for Song Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaohua's temper to let her continue to study in junior high school.
The parents of Song Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaohua are typical parents who are tough and not soft. It is useless to be patient with them. As their children, it may be useless to be tough, but there is no chance of being patient all the time.
Song Cun looked at her, with a flash of interest in his eyes, and said, "After you go back..."
Song Xiaomi was stunned after listening to his words, with hesitation on her face: "Is this okay? What if I get beaten?"
Song Cun looked at her: "It's just a beating. They didn't dare to beat you hard, but what they got in return was the opportunity to study. What's wrong? Besides, you won't run away when they beat you? You are fourteen You are old, and your parents are counting on you to wash and cook, and you will earn work points during the holidays to lighten their burden, what are you afraid of?"
After hearing what the second brother said, Song Xiaomi was eager to give it a try, even if she was usually beaten, if she could continue to study after being beaten, she would be beaten. Thinking of this, she turned and walked home.
When I got home, I went to Song Zhiwen's room, saw him playing with a pen, and saw her show off and said: "This pen is good, it works."
Song Xiaomi snorted coldly. Of course the new pen works. She stepped forward and snatched the pen, looked at him and said word by word, "It's also my pen that works well."
Song Zhiwen's face darkened, it was fine for Song Liang and Song Cun to oppose him, after all they were both boys, and it never occurred to him that his sister would dare to resist him: "Bring me the pen!"
Song Xiaomi made a face at him: "If you don't give it, you won't give it. Let's see what you can do to me."
Song Zhiwen stood up and went forward to grab the pen in her hand, but she pushed it away. She said disdainfully, "You want to fight with me? You can blow me down with a gust of wind. You can beat me!" me?"
Song Zhiwen staggered, and quickly supported the table. His face was ugly, he looked at Song Xiaomi sullenly, and said, "Wait for me."
Song Xiaomi curled her lips: "Wait, just wait." At worst, she would get beaten.
Song Zhiwen strode out.
Song Xiaomi knew that he had gone out to look for his parents, so she sneered, she would only look for things from her parents when she was in trouble, and she would look for it, it was useless to look for her parents. l
She was willing to put up with Song Zhiwen before, but she was not without resentment towards him in her heart, she just wanted to please her parents so that she could continue studying. Now that her parents obviously don't want her to continue studying, what else is there for her to be patient.
Thinking of Song Zhiwen's expression just now, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, no wonder the second brother likes to choke Song Zhiwen so much, it feels so good.
Don't think that if you are favored, I won't dare to provoke you. People who don't pay anything for the family, when I don't want to tolerate you, why do you receive preferential treatment?
