Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 2 Sending Vixen at the beginning

"Brother, why are you up? Don't listen to my mother's nonsense, she..."

Yang Cuiling, who came in with a bowl, saw him leaning against the head of the bed with a face full of frustration and decadence, so she hurriedly put the noodles on the bedside table and went to comfort him.

"Huh? Oh, it's okay, I don't care!"

Only then did Yang Zhengdong know that the girl was so negative because she was worried about hearing the scolding outside, but he really didn't hear what was scolding outside, and the village didn't seem to be easy to mess with. .

"Don't be as knowledgeable as my mother, she...she's used to it. I cooked noodles for you, and you took a break after eating, and haven't eaten seriously for a few days."

Yang Cuiling brought over the egg noodles on the table, and picked up the chopsticks to feed Yang Zhengdong, which made Yang Zhengdong feel embarrassed, and hurriedly asked for the chopsticks, saying that he couldn't let a little girl feed him, he was no longer a child.

"Brother, how does it taste? You are weak. Grandpa would say eat less salt, so he didn't dare to put too much salt."

Yang Cuiling sat beside him and watched him grunting, and asked happily.

"Delicious, delicious! How old are you this year?"

Yang Cuiling: "?"

Only then did Yang Zhengdong remember that this should be the cousin of the original owner. She is used to being a teacher. Seeing that everyone is a student, she asked the question casually.

"Brother, I'm one year younger than you. I'm sixteen. Why don't you remember?" Yang Cuiling looked puzzled. They had the best relationship among the children in the family.

"Oh, my mind is a bit messy, I didn't think about it for a while, but I remembered you as that kid with a runny nose, haha!"

Yang Zhengdong was quite embarrassed. He searched his memory and found that Yang Cuiling really took up a lot of "memory". He was indeed one year younger than him. Strictly speaking, it should be ten months. His birthday is in September of the lunar calendar. June of the year.

His grandfather had two sons. Yang Cuiling's father, Yang Jianguo, was the eldest. He had a son and a daughter. The eldest was Zhengbei, who was two years older than him.Yang Cuiling is his younger sister, one year younger than him.

Yang Jianjun, the father of the original owner Yang Zhengdong, was the second child, and he was the only son.The vague memory seems to be that when he was a child, his parents went out to work. It is said that the coal mine next door was saved, and an accident was buried in the ground, and the body was not recovered.

He became a child without parents at a very young age, so he lived with his grandfather since he was a child. Grandpa Yang Qingyun is a private teacher in the village. He has taught school for more than 30 years. Several generations of people have been his students. The highly respected Bo'er just had a hard life and died on the podium.

However, in the memory of the original owner, whether it is the old man or him, the relationship with Yang Cuiling's father, that is, his uncle, is not very good.After my uncle got married, he went to the county seat. He heard that he sold vegetables in the county seat and did a good job.

Yang Cuiling was sent to the village after she gave birth, in the name of being too busy to take care of her, so her grandfather took care of her.It can be said that both Yang Zhengdong and Yang Cuiling were brought up by their grandfather. The most memorable scene is that they played at the end of the classroom when Grandpa was in class, and the impression of him feeding Yang Cuiling dirt.

Yang Zhengdong smiled. It seems that the original owner is also a mischievous person. He bullied this younger sister a lot since he was a child, but he never thought that he would have to take care of this younger sister when he grows up.Needless to say, the taste of the egg noodles is really good. It would be even better if we could add more salt.

"Brother, I'm going to wash the dishes after you finish eating. Remember one more thing, don't worry about what my mother says tomorrow, just say you don't agree, and let the old party secretary talk about the rest!"

Seeing Yang Zhengdong wolfing down his meal, Yang Cuiling couldn't help but smile, put away the bowl, approached him and whispered something, and left the room before he could speak.

"What do you mean? Just say you don't agree? What do you agree with?"

Yang Zhengdong was also confused by Yang Cuiling's endless confession, and he didn't know what it meant, but this sister should not deceive herself, let's talk about what happened tomorrow, and think about how to live in the future to be serious.

The room is quite small and dilapidated, and now he is lying on a small wooden bed, the workmanship is also very rough, it looks like it should be handmade, the bed seems to be hard, and his back hurts.

The room is very dark, the white wall skin has fallen off a lot, and the wall is mottled.The room didn't look very big, it only had a single bed, and a table beside the bed. In front of the table was a small window with newspapers pasted on it. In my memory, this room was his bedroom.

It should be dark outside, and there is a small yellow light bulb hanging from the roof. For him who is used to LED lights and incandescent lights, this kind of primitive and ancient tungsten light bulb has not been seen for many years. I don't know how many watts it is, but the brightness is estimated to be the legendary 15 watts.

After looking at the electric light for a while, Yang Zhengdong closed his eyes. The light was too dim, and his eyes couldn't stand it after seeing too much. It's better to lie down and rest for a while. The feeling of having food in his stomach is really good, it's warm...I want to sleep.

After posing in a comfortable position, Yang Zhengdong fell asleep at some point. The next morning, he was woken up by the vitriolic voice outside.

After listening carefully, the content of the quarrel seemed to be about himself. The other party in the quarrel was Yang Cuiling. The topic revolved around whether Yang Zhengdong was lazy since he was a child. Only then did he realize that he was disgusted by others and woke up too late.

Naturally, Yang Cuiling tried her best to defend him and kept explaining to him, but it seemed that the other party didn't take it seriously, scolding him as much as he wanted.

"Is he really...the word shrew should be used. I have forgotten how to use it. People who are despised really have no status."

Yang Zhengdong sat on the bed and muttered softly, thinking of the mother in that world, although she was also very strong, she would not be like the... well, shrew outside, the mother would rush in directly, twist his ears, and then let out a lion roar It's good to serve, think about it, the bed is still warm.

In order to make his ears less disturbed, Yang Zhengdong tried his best to put his feet off the bed and looked at his clothes. Fortunately, he slept well with his clothes on, saving him from looking for clothes all over the world.

Then put two feet into the cloth shoes next to the bed. The cloth shoes are not bad, except for a hole in the little toe. I have never experienced the feeling of having a hole in the little toe in this kind of mille-soled cloth shoes.

The main reason is that there seems to be no socks, and it feels weird to put bare feet in the shoes. There is a feeling that the feet have not stepped on the ground. The hole does not hear the wind coming in, and the little toes want to come in if they don’t pay attention. prison Break".

Yang Zhengdong lifted the curtain of the small door, and saw that Yang Cuiling and her mother were still arguing in the big house outside, and seeing Yang Zhengdong coming out, Yang Cuiling stopped quickly, gave her mother a look, and walked towards him quickly.

"Brother, you're awake, how are you feeling? If you're not feeling well, go to sleep. I'll bring you the food later." Yang Cuiling asked gently while holding Yang Zhengdong's hand.

"Still sleeping! Sleeping like a pig again. I really think of myself as a young master, confinement!" The harsh voice sounded again.

"Mother, you can't say a few words less!" Yang Cuiling hurriedly stopped her.

"It's okay, Cui Ling, you are an elder, ma'am, I shouldn't be as knowledgeable as you. But your mouth is too bad, and I didn't steal your money, rob your house, and I didn't dig your ancestral grave. Can’t accumulate some virtue? Besides, this seems to be my home, right? I’ll have to report to you if I’m in confinement or not!”

Although Yang Zhengdong thought he had a pretty good temper, he really didn't want to get used to this shrew's repeated provocations.

"What are you talking about, brat? Your house? This is the old guy's house. If you divide the old Yang's house, you have to give me two halves for a stone egg. Why do you say it's yours? It's a waste of years to study Is that how you talk to your elders?"

As soon as his words came out of his mouth, the other party immediately exploded, jumping up and down and rushing over, if Yang Cuiling hadn't rushed over and hugged his waist, they might have grabbed Yang Zhengdong's face with both hands.

"Elders also have to look like elders. The family has been separated a long time ago. This is my grandfather's nursing home. It was agreed to be left to my dad. It is reasonable for me to inherit after my dad dies. If you want to mess with me again You've kicked him out!" Yang Zhengdong leaned against the door without any hesitation.

"The ye bastard made by the stinky G grandson can make you go to heaven. This is it. You try to push me to see if I don't scold your ancestors for eighteen generations. I am not scared of my old lady. What are you staring at? If you have the ability, come here Move me and try!"

If Yang Cuiling hadn't held onto her desperately and resisted her, Yang probably would have given Yang Zhengdong his life. Although he was furious, he also knew that bickering with such a person was useless, so he turned and went back to his room.

Then I heard a man's voice outside asking, what's the matter?It should be his uncle.After accepting the memory of the original owner, he knew that this was the standard north, the man who asked should be his uncle, and the shrew was his aunt.

This village didn't like people who called him uncle and aunt like that before he traveled here, even if he called them that, Yang Zhengdong didn't have the slightest interest.It turns out that the living environment, although not all of them are good people, but there is a bottom line anyway, and people who blush and have a thick neck would not make a move or swear such ugly words. view.

A few people outside were chattering, some were persuading, some were coaxing, and some were cursing, it was a mess, and it had been half an hour since it was completely quiet.

Yang Zhengdong lay on the bed thinking about the directionless future, and he couldn't help sighing. At the beginning of the game, he would either give him a golden finger or an old man, and if he couldn't, he could also give him a gentle little wife. While thinking about things in the future, Yang Cuiling didn't find out until she walked to the bed with food.

"Brother, don't be angry, my mother is like that, I brought it here secretly, you can eat it quickly, this is leftover food from grandpa's funeral yesterday, let's make do with it."

Yang Cuiling held the bowl in one hand, and she could see that it was full of vegetables. In the other hand, she held two steamed buns and a pair of chopsticks, and whispered to him.

He hurriedly got up and sat by the bed. Yang Cuiling was still holding up the bowl and steamed buns, and looked at him embarrassedly. The girl felt guilty for messing with her mother.

Yang Zhengdong took it with a smile, didn't say anything or comfort him, but started to eat in big mouthfuls. Seeing this, Yang Cuiling also smiled and went to the table to take a thermos bottle and pour water for him.

"Secretary, you're here, have you eaten yet? I'll make hot food for you!"

Yang Zhengdong had already finished eating the delicious big pot dishes, and when he was chatting with Yang Cuiling without saying a word, his uncle's enthusiastic voice came from outside.

(End of this chapter)