On the morning of September 1st, the whole family got up early and had breakfast quickly. Feng Yiping and his father set out to go to school.

Both of them have a heavy burden.

Feng Zhenchang carried a load, with a desk on one end, and there were neatly stacked quilts and mosquito nets on the desk, and 30 kilograms of rice on the other end - this was Feng Yiping's one-month ration.

Feng Yiping was carrying a schoolbag, with paper and pens and old textbooks borrowed from seniors in the same village. Because he had no money to pay the tuition, he could not get the books today, so he could only make plans early. He also stuffed an enamel bowl and an iron spoon. This is the guy who was eating.

My hands are not idle either. On one side is a plastic washbasin and on the other side is a net bag.

There are two canned pickles in his pocket. This is his meal for a week, stir-fried tofu with chili peppers, so he can save some and eat about two meals.

Starting from the fifth grade of elementary school, then in junior high school, and in junior high school, three years, three years of technical secondary school, a total of 8 years. In the 8 years, except for every winter and summer vacation, he basically used pickles to make rice. The pickles were deeply engraved in his bones and imprinted in his taste. So much so that every year when he went home for the New Year, he wanted to eat the pickles that his mother pickles because he couldn't buy the taste. Sometimes his mother would say, "What's the good thing about that thing? I've eaten it for 8 years, but haven't eaten enough yet?"

While they were having dinner, Feng Hongbing left, and the father and son went straight to the entrance of the village and met with two other families. One was the same level as him and was still in the same class as Feng Wen. In fact, his grades were average, and his father was carrying the burden.

Another Feng Haitao is going to be in the third year of junior high school. He borrowed Feng Yiping's textbook. He didn't need to bring his desk, but it was not easy. He carried a schoolbag and carried a big bag. Because starting from the second grade of junior high school, it was a monthly vacation and could only go home once a month. He had to bring more pickles and change clothes.

It was almost the way to my grandfather's house. It was just at the foot of the mountain where Feng Yiping looked at the scenery. Turn north, cross another mountain, pass through a village, and then cross a river barefoot. The road was on the shore, and the other side of the road was the township middle school.

For rural children, schools are extraordinary. At present, only through this can they walk out a road that is different from their parents, facing the loess and facing the sky for the rest of their lives. Parents also hope that from the first day of school, parents will say to the teacher, "I will leave the child to you. If you are disobedient and do not study hard, you will beat you and scold you."

Look, you don’t want to say anything about beating or scolding, but beating is put before scolding. 20 years later, wise teachers will not dare to punish students physically, let alone the corporal punishment is endorsed by parents.

Therefore, teachers not only give them knowledge, but also have the right to corporal punishment for them, just like their parents. Therefore, to a certain extent, in the minds of children, teachers are more authoritative than parents, and parents agree with this.

Therefore, for children, the school at this time is a place with a sacred meaning, the same house and the same people, but there seems to be something different that makes them awe.

After joining work and returning home, the road had already reached the village and could take a bus to go back directly. But every time he passed by, he wanted to take a look at this place that was like a holy place in his childhood, but he never could take a look at it.

At that time, his hometown changed a lot, and he could not recognize many places. The school also changed a lot. The school gate was no longer facing the highway, and there were high walls built around it, and even the teaching buildings inside could not be seen. It turned out that the place where the school gate was replaced by a high wall. Alas, it should be here? Why is it a wall? He was hesitating and nostalgic, in the blink of an eye, the school that was like a holy place in my childhood was left far behind.

The township middle school is just sandwiched between two small hills, with its back against another mountain, and the gate is facing the road. There are gray brick walls on both sides of the door, which surrounds the gap between the two mountains on both sides. This is actually a symbolic meaning, because there is only one wall here in the school, and other places are open. Except for this gate, you can actually enter the school from all directions.

When I got ashore, I saw a two-story rectangular building. This is the only building in the school, the teacher's dormitory, and the place where they work.

At this time, in front of the building and on the playground behind the school gate, there were many students taking out parents. Most of them carried their shoulders, and only a few of them lived by the road were parents riding bicycles, and more than a dozen teachers were busy in it.

The most lively thing is an office on the left side of the building, which is where the life teacher lives. The two teachers were busy there, with a scale in front of the door placed on the ground, and parents gathered around them, put the rice on the scale to weigh it, and then went to the window and handed over the corresponding few dollars - because the weighing was only rice, and it was necessary to make rice. The school did not charge firewood, but only the money was charged, and then it was replaced with the size of a mahjong plaque, with red and green rice tickets, the red one was two taels, porridge and steamed buns for breakfast, and the green one was four taels, which were used at noon and at night.

The overall layout of the school is like this: the playground is the playground when you enter the school gate. There are several steps up. The two-story building is in the center of the platform. There are four tiled houses on the left side of the building, which are classrooms. On the slope behind the building, there is another row of tiled houses, which are dormitories. There is a water tower on the top of the mountain to the left of the school. There is a pond below the mountain, and there are several houses beside the pond. It is the kitchen, and the classroom on the right side is; on the hill on the right, there is a unique courtyard, which is where the principal and vice principal live.

Feng Haitao helped watch on the playground. He and Feng Wen carried the desks to the first class classroom of Class 1. The classroom was on the left, and the two in the first class were from the third class, and the second class in the middle, and the last class was in the last class.

The head teacher Wang Yumin, wearing a blue-soled and white dress, and white high heels, was standing on the podium, directing students who had arrived early to set up the desks. The students who were sitting below were either looking around with novelty, or talking to their classmates, or classmates who had known before.

Seeing the two of them coming in with the table and asking for their names, Feng Yiping raised his head and replied. At this time, Feng Yiping was shorter than Wang Yumin, but he remembered it very clearly that by the third year of junior high school, he was about one head taller than Wang Yumin.

When he knew it was Feng Yiping, Wang Yumin took a few more glances. Feng Yiping graduated from elementary school with the first place in the grade and ranked fifth in the village. Wang Yumin was of course welcomed by such students. Wang Yumin arranged for them to move the tables to the fifth row against the wall, which was leaning against the second window.

The entire classroom is 2, 2, and 3 layouts, with 3 large rows and 7 rows in total, and two aisles are divided into two in the middle. The innermost are three columns. Before them, in the fifth row, there was a girl with short hair and oval face sitting there. Seeing the girl, Feng Wen whispered to Feng Yiping, "I'll sit in the middle, okay!"

Feng Yiping smiled and said, "No problem."

When Feng Yiping's desk was also brought in, Feng Wen chatted with his female classmate there, what is your name? Which elementary school is from? The female classmate only said that her surname was Wen, and then she ignored her. She looked down at a novel on the table. When she was flipping the book, Feng Yiping saw the cover, which should be a pirated romance novel.

People in the class came in and out, and parents came in to talk to Wang Yumin. Soon, Feng Zhenchang and Feng Wen's father also came in. When they went up, the two fathers were saying something similar to before, and the children were allowed to discipline you, and beating and scolding you.

However, these words now show an attitude. Junior high school teachers all graduated from professional schools, which are different from primary school teachers' education methods. Besides, from now on, Feng Yiping and others will no longer celebrate Children's Day, but celebrate Youth Day, and their self-esteem is getting stronger day by day. Teachers always have to take into account their feelings. So, cursing, maybe, maybe, maybe, no, there will be certainly, but there will be no beating.

Finally, Feng Zhenchang talked about the situation at home. Because of the bad conditions, the tuition fees could not be collected for a while, so he could only wait until he had to pay it. Wang Yumin said very well, probably not the first time he said this, "My family is also from the countryside. I know that it is not easy to be in the countryside. This year's tuition fees are the highest in these years. It doesn't matter if you can't get it all for a while, you can pay it in the future."

After talking to Wang Yumin, Feng Yiping followed his father to the classroom, and his father handed him the meal ticket, "Uncle is across the road, I'll take you to the door of recognition."

This uncle is actually a relative of my mother. After marrying her mother's cousin, she is not the kind of relative who is inseparable from anything.

My uncle Lin Kaiming ate public meals and worked at the rural agricultural machinery station. He originally lived in the village on the other side of the river. In the past two years, people in the village have experienced the convenience of the road. Some rich people built houses next to the school, and gradually, a small village was formed. My uncle's family also built a two-story building here last year, which was the first group of people to build a building in Siliba Township.

When Feng Yiping and the others arrived, Lin Kaiming had just left, and he also sent his youngest son to register for the elementary school. His aunt was there, and his daughter Lin Hui, Feng Zhenchang talked to his aunt, and Lin Hui also talked to Feng Yiping next to him.

Lin Hui is one year older than Feng Yiping and is also promoted to junior high school this year. She happened to be in the same class as Feng Yiping, so she completed the procedures early and received the books.

Lin Hui is considered pretty, dressed up very fashionable, and treated people with kindness and decent things. Of course, she also conforms to the general convention, that is, beautiful girls generally have poor grades.

With his kinship with Feng Yiping, I have been asking Feng Yiping for a copy of the test in junior high school for three years. I remember that when I was not careful in the final exam of the second semester of the first grade, I tried too hard and copied too much, and ended up being ranked eighth. When Wang Yumin made special praise, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and the laughing classmates knew what was going on.

My aunt wanted to keep food, but Feng Zhenchang refused again and again. It was still early and before lunch, he rushed back in the afternoon and had something to do. Feng Yiping also wanted to go back to school to arrange the dormitory, so he said goodbye.

Of course Lin Hui stayed at home. What she meant was that it would be okay to go to school tomorrow.

They all gave a few more words, just to work hard, listen to the teacher, unite with classmates, etc., and then meet Feng Wen's father, and they go home, walk faster, and can do what they do in the afternoon.

When I entered the classroom, I saw Xiao Zhijie's father Xiao Jianping talking to Wang Yumin. In the third row in the middle, the fat Xiao Zhijie was lying on the table. He was not the one who had a fat face that he had later, but his face was chubby and had some baby fat, which was very funny.

Haha, this is one of his two best friends and brothers in his life. Things are always wonderful. Some people with blood may become passers-by or even enemies in the end, while some strangers who had no relationship will eventually become close friends, friends, or even brothers who can trust and entrust everything for life.

Feng Yiping will have two such people in the future, one is Xiao Zhijie, who is still carrying some baby fat, and the other is Wang Changning, who should be in the next class. Feng Yiping is very grateful, satisfied, and grateful to have two such friends in his life.
Chapter completed!