Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Along the way, Mo Siting seemed to have no airs, and had a good chat with some men who looked like migrant workers.

Lin Qiao didn't suffer from motion sickness at all, but the van felt like it was about to fall apart. She was dizzy from the bumps, so she simply leaned on one side and looked at the open space outside, which relieved some of her dizziness.

The car finally stopped.

Mo Siting opened the car door first and got out of the car. Lin Qiao couldn't wait to jump down too, rushed to the tree hole beside him, and vomited with a whoosh.

The migrant worker brother also said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect my little niece to get motion sickness. I have a vomiting bag in my car."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Didn't you see the way she was holding back just now?If I knew it, I would have vomited it in the car for you.

After Lin Qiao vomited, she stretched out a slender hand from the right side, carrying a tissue, "Wipe your mouth."

After Mo Siting finished speaking, he handed Lin Qiao another bottle of mineral water to rinse her mouth.

Lin Qiao finished everything, stood up straight, and asked a little weakly, "Where are we going now?"

Mo Siting pointed to the end of the road.

Lin Qiao followed behind him, taking small steps, "What's in front? Are you really asking me to work in the fields?"

It's not difficult. Lin Qiao and his brother lived in grandma's country for a while when he was a child, and he did farm work at that time.

It's just that it's winter now, so there's not much farm work to do in the field.

Just when Lin Qiao was wondering, he turned an intersection ahead, and there was an open space in front of him.

This is... an elementary school.

Lin Qiao looked at the two iron doors painted with dark green paint. Inside was a small playground with concrete floor, and behind it was a three-story teaching building.

There is a flag pole in the middle.

Before Lin Qiao came back to his senses, Mo Siting had already stepped forward, and Lin Qiao followed afterward.

At the door, Mo Siting asked Lin Qiao to wait outside.

With Lin Qiao in his pocket, he saw Mo Siting standing by the guard, murmuring something to the guard and security guard, and then he waved to himself.

Lin Qiao ran over and followed Mo Siting into the school.

At this time, class is already in session, and when you walk into the school, you can hear the sound of reading aloud.

Lin Qiao didn't know what Mo Siting wanted to do, so she carried her pockets and followed behind.

"you come up."

Mo Siting called Lin Qiao outside the classroom and asked her to come up the steps. Lin Qiao followed without knowing why.

"look."

Mo Siting stepped aside, and in front of Lin Qiao, there were rows of schoolchildren sitting neatly inside. Each of them looked like a carrot head, sitting on the seat, all staring at The teacher standing on the podium looked over.

Lin Qiao's first impression was that this classroom...was too simple.

The tables and chairs are uneven, some are short, some are high, some are mottled with red paint, and some look brand new.

Lin Qiao turned around, "Why do you want me to see this?"

Mo Siting took a deep look at her, walked sideways to the back door, and pushed it open.

Lin Qiao paused, "What are you doing?"

The abrupt opening of the back door caused all the children in the classroom to look behind, including the female teacher standing on the podium in front.

Lin Qiao waved his hands embarrassingly, "Sorry, we went wrong, I..."

Before the words finished, the female teacher in front suddenly laughed, "Sit down at the back."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Mo Siting directly pulled out two seats from under the last row, and offered Lin Qiao a seat.

Lin Qiao slandered in his heart, did he know each other?
This class is a language class.

Female teacher writes phonics on blackboard and teaches children to write and read.

"The following students write each pinyin in a line in the notebook."

Then, Lin Qiao saw the children take out the notebooks and the pitiful short pencil from the desk.

The little girl sitting on the other side of Lin Qiao seemed to have lost her pencil, and kept bending over to look for it in the desk.

Lin Qiao leaned over, "What are you looking for?"

"I can't find my pen, my pencil," the little girl cried as she said, wiping her eyes with her dirty hands.

Lin Qiao said, "If you can't find it, just replace it with one."

As soon as Lin Qiao said this, the little girl cried even harder, "Woo, I only have a pencil."

As a result, Lin Qiao also felt at a loss.

The female teacher on the podium came down and gave a pencil to the little girl, "Use the teacher's pen first, and look for it after class is over."

This made the little girl stop crying.

In such a morning, Mo Siting took Lin Qiao to "audit" in various classes, from the first grade to the fifth grade.

There is only one class in the fifth grade.

There are only thirteen students in a class.

They don't have exercise books.

For the practice questions, the teacher will pass the workbook on, get together, copy the questions, and then do the exercises.

After passing through the first few classes, Lin Qiao also knew how hard the children were studying, so she asked Mo Siting, "Why didn't the teacher copy the questions on the blackboard, so that they can see clearly and quickly."

"Because there is no chalk."

Lin Qiao fell silent for a moment.

There is a lack of pencils, exercise books, and paper. It is even said that all textbooks used in the senior grades must be recycled and used by the next class of students.

Even the chalk that teachers use to write on blackboards is scarce these days.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, school was over in the morning, and it was time for lunch.

Mo Siting exchanged pleasantries with the female teacher, "Let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

The canteen is not a canteen, but a farmhouse.

A large courtyard with a wooden table in the middle.

Lin Qiao saw a few children who looked like primary school students.

The female teacher said: "These parents are migrant workers, so they all come to eat and live in front."

Lin Qiao sat down to eat with Mo Siting, the food served was not oily, there was only one braised pork served because of Mo Siting and Lin Qiao, the "guests" who came from afar. piece of meat.

This kind of food standard, not to mention the meals cooked by Lin Qiao in Dongsan Lane, is not as good as one-tenth of her school cafeteria.

Lin Qiao didn't eat meat, so he added two pieces of braised pork to each of the children.

The children looked at Lin Qiao timidly, and they didn't dare to eat it. They just stared at the two pieces of braised pork in the bowl, their eyes almost starved to death, and they didn't eat it.

Lin Qiao waved his hand, "I got motion sickness in the car today and I vomited a little. These are too tired. Teacher Su, let them eat."

The female teacher, surnamed Su, is a teacher who came from a big city to teach.

Teacher Su let them all eat.

As soon as these words came out, the children wolfed down as if they had never eaten meat.

Lin Qiao sighed inwardly.

She understands these children very well.