Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 22 I pay for the nutritious breakfast

Yang Zhengdong looked at Liang Yahui who was trotting away from the school, and couldn't help laughing, this little girl is really interesting.

When he proposed a condition, Liang Yahui's first reaction was not to ask for a condition, but to hold the corner of his clothes and keep spinning.

Then Yang Zhengdong was almost killed by her words. She said: "Mr. Yang, I am still young, so I can't agree to your conditions to be your wife. My sister likes you, so I can't compete with her. But... but I I like you too, but..."

Yang Zhengdong hurriedly got the black line all over his head, and his forehead was filled with blood, and he wondered if his blood pressure had risen.

Then I couldn't laugh or cry, how could this thirteen or fourteen-year-old child be involved in being a daughter-in-law, his teacher Yang's character... definitely isn't that kind of person!
"Yahui, don't talk nonsense, the teacher will be cheated to death by you!" Yang Zhengdong quickly explained with a bitter face: "What I mean is, you have to promise me to study hard, and you can't delay your study because of singing." matter!"

"Oh, so that's the condition! I promise, I definitely agree! I won't delay my studies, I still have to take the junior high school, high school, and university exams. But Teacher Yang, my sister..."

"Don't, don't talk about my little ancestor, I don't know your sister very well, so don't worry about the teacher, okay?"

Yang Zhengdong quickly stopped her, Liang Yahui's sister was Liang Yalin, she was a classmate with Yang Zhengdong, and she was also very pretty, at least she should be different from the current Sun Yuanyuan.

It's just that Teacher Yang didn't know Liang Yalin very well when he was in school, and he hasn't seen her for at least five or six years, just like two parallel lines.

If Liang Yahui hadn't mentioned it today, he really didn't expect that he would be missed.

"Well, my sister is very beautiful!"

"Go home quickly, I will teach you to sing after finishing the lecture tomorrow!"

"Great! Goodbye, Teacher Yang!"

When Liang Yahui heard that Yang Zhengdong agreed, he couldn't help jumping up, said hello, and left with a flowery schoolbag on his back.

Yang Zhengdong wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and couldn't help exhaling heavily, what's the matter!
When she turned her head, she happened to see Wang Xiaoru looking at him with weird eyes, and she quickly lowered her head again when he saw him looking over.

Seeing that it was still early in the sky, he picked up the three-toothed shovel and left the office. While it was still early in the sky, he might be able to dig out that piece of land.

When he got to the ground, he found a place, picked up the three-toothed hammer and started working.

This Mengxi village belongs to the mountainous area, so the soil layer is not thick, it belongs to the kind of sandy soil, so it doesn't take too much effort to turn it over.

In a short while, he turned over ten meters, and put down his head to take a break, but who would have thought that when he turned his head, a thin figure was picking grass roots in the field he had turned just now.

The movement is very nimble, and the grass roots can be found with a small hand, and then thrown to the ground to form a small pile.

"Xiao Ru, why are you here? The teacher will make those later. You can go to the room to read and study!"

Yang Zhengdong was relieved for no reason, but also felt a little distressed.

What is gratifying is that this child is less than ten years old, yet he can be so sensible; what is distressing is how much hardship he must have endured to be so sensible at such a young age.

"Ah."

Wang Xiaoru responded with a sound as big as a fly, and then continued to pick up grass roots in the soil, instead of going back to read as Yang Zhengdong ordered.

"Ugh!"

Yang Zhengdong sighed, and stopped telling her to go back. Instead, he continued to pick up the picket and turned over until the sun had completely set on the west side of the mountain. The land had already been turned over.

He threw all the grass roots picked out by Wang Xiaoru outside the school, then took her to wash her hands, and then took her to the house.

He didn't plan to make noodles for dinner. Yang Zhengdong scrambled an egg, but since he didn't know how to steam steamed buns, he decided to boil the noodles after thinking about it.

There is no way that there is no rice here to steam rice. I thought that I must learn to steam steamed buns as soon as possible, or find a wife who can steam steamed buns.

The villagers in Mengxi are simple and honest, but they are also relatively backward. Basically, every household in the village steams steamed buns and steamed buns by themselves. If you want to buy rice or something, you have to go to the county town. People eat rice.

But Mr. Yang doesn't know how to steam steamed buns, and he doesn't want to bother others, so he can only eat noodles.

Anyway, it can be regarded as pasta, and it can still be full if you cook a little more.

This is a pain for Wang Xiaoru, every meal has to eat noodles with Yang Zhengdong
It's just that the little girl is not picky about food, she eats whatever is given to her, and she will take the initiative to wash the dishes for him after eating. Sometimes he doesn't even know who is taking care of whom.

Yang Zhengdong shook his head helplessly, there was nothing he could do, who told him he couldn't steam steamed buns, and was about to take out the cooked noodles in the pot when he heard the gate of the fence outside the yard open,
He stretched out his head to look out, and found that the person who came was Sun Yuanyuan, who he never forgot. Sun Yuanyuan, who was not wearing a white coat, was full of youthful atmosphere, with ponytails, light-colored jeans, and small white canvas shoes. She always had a sweet smile on her face. sweet smile.

Seeing Yang Zhengdong's head protruding from the kitchen in the opposite direction, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. It looked like an elegant orchid suddenly blooming, and the elegant fragrance was touching.

"Yang Zhengdong, your pose is too awesome, aren't you afraid of breaking your neck?"

Sun Yuanyuan was holding a wicker basket, standing at the door of the kitchen and asked with a smile on her face. The already dark sky was bright again with her delicate and pretty appearance.

"No, yes, it's a little twisting pain!"

Because he was serving rice, Yang Zhengdong turned his back to the door, and only after hearing the sound did he realize that he was bent backwards.

Then the neck is also slightly tilted from the looking up position. Not to mention this position, it is really uncomfortable.

"Sister Yuanyuan, why are you here?"

Yang Zhengdong quickly put down the bowl, stood up from the kitchen and asked.

"I'm here to bring you steamed buns. I knew you couldn't steam steamed buns, so you can't drink noodles all at once. You're fine, and there's Xiaoru."

Sun Yuanyuan walked into the kitchen, put down a basket of soft steamed buns, looked at the pot of noodles, and couldn't help talking about him.

"Hey, I really don't know how to steam, and I didn't buy rice, so I can only eat noodles..."

Yang Zhengdong rubbed his head and said with a smirk.

"Look at your stupid look! If you don't know how to make steamed buns, why don't you come to me? If I can't remember to make steamed buns for you, do you plan to just eat noodles all the time?"

Seeing Yang Zhengdong smirking while rubbing his head, Sun Yuanyuan couldn't help laughing too, and said with blame and distress when she saw him.

"Hey Hey……"

How could Yang Zhengdong fail to recognize that this was concern, but he, who is usually quick-thinking, didn't know what to say when encountering this kind of thing, so he could only keep giggling.

Sun Yuanyuan gave him a blank look, then knelt down and filled out the noodles, put them on the table and set them up, then took out the steamed buns and handed them to Wang Xiaoru, then glared at Yang Zhengdong, implying that she didn't come over for dinner.

"Eat, eat, Xiaoru hurry up and eat!"

Seeing the hint in the girl's eyes, Yang Zhengdong hurried over and sat down, picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, talking vaguely about eating.

"Sister Yuanyuan, have you not eaten?"

Wang Xiaoru was not in a hurry to eat those chopsticks, but asked Sun Yuanyuan in a low voice, Yang Zhengdong suddenly wanted to slap himself, and he was so happy that he didn't know if Sun Yuanyuan ate or not.

"Xiao Ru, my sister has eaten at home, and I know that you, Mr. Yang, a big man, can't take care of you, so come and have a look, and eat quickly!"

Sun Yuanyuan was also sitting by the table, and said to Wang Xiaoru tenderly, of course she did not forget to give Yang Zhengdong a look, which meant that she was not as good as a child.

At this time, Yang Zhengdong could only bury his head in his meal, and he put a bowl of noodles into his stomach in two or three strokes, and then ate a big steamed bun in the blink of an eye.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you!"

Sun Yuanyuan looked at Yang Zhengdong's gobbling, and felt sorry for just coming back, but Xiaoru couldn't help but coquettishly said while she was here.

"Eh... um... delicious, the steamed buns are delicious!" Yang Zhengdong said with a smirk.

"I'll bring it to you after it's delicious. If you don't care, remember to go and get it. It's not a few steps away!"

"Yeah, got it, got it!"

Naturally, Yang Zhengdong hurriedly agreed, why didn't he agree to such a beautiful thing as being able to see Sun Yuanyuan often.

After eating, Sun Yuanyuan helped to put away the bowl, Wang Xiaoru continued to read his book, and Yang Zhengdong chatted with Sun Yuanyuan.

He talked about his plan to prepare nutritious breakfasts for his children and the idea of ​​opening a school cafeteria.

Sun Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment at the beginning, she never thought that Yang Zhengdong would do such a thing, then her eyes became more and more gentle as she listened carefully.

Sun Yuanyuan also knows that the children in the village are basically left alone, and they eat whatever they have. Sometimes the adults in the family don't care, and they go to work early, and the children can't even eat.

Many people who worked in other villages did not come back at noon, and most of the children had a makeshift meal at their grandparents.

But the overall backwardness, it is conceivable that it is a good thing for ordinary children to eat enough, let alone nutrition, who knows what nutrition is for old farmers.

So Yang Zhengdong planned to do this, and she naturally expressed her support, but the biggest problem before them was money.

It is impossible to charge students for this matter, the school has no money, and the village has no money.

"I must make breakfast. If I can't, I will pay for it myself. There are not many little guys who have breakfast. Many of them go to school to drink a few sips of water for the whole morning. Not only is it bad for your health, but also hungry I can’t make it up even if I study on my belly.”

The two discussed for a long time, but there was no good solution. Yang Zhengdong gritted his teeth and said, anyway, he still has some money in hand, so he will make a nutritious breakfast first, and then find a way to make money later.

"More than 40 children is not a small amount. Where do you get the money for your monthly salary?" Sun Yuanyuan frowned beautifully and asked.

Yang Zhengdong went to the county town to meet robbers, and then found out that these people were wanted criminals, and the Public Security Bureau gave him a bonus.

"For breakfast, I think each child should have at least a glass of milk and an egg. I don't know where to find these things? Especially milk. Do you have any connections?"

Referring to the nutritious breakfast in his previous life, Yang Zhengdong ordered milk and eggs, but at that time the milk was packaged pure milk, he hadn't seen it these days, and he didn't know where to get it.

"I don't know, but I know someone must know!"

(End of this chapter)