Son, how did you become the richest man in elementary school?

At that time, there was a policy that those who retired early could get a lot of settlement fees, but there would be no pension in the future.

Zhou Decai planned to use the money to make up for it.

The final result, of course, was that Zhou Decai lost all the money, and Zhang Cuilian didn't know what had happened until the debt collector came to her door.

It was also at that time that Zhang Cuilian was completely disheartened with Zhou Decai and separated from him.

But unfortunately.

Even though the two were divorced, every time Zhou Decai lost money, he still went to Zhang Cuilian to ask for money, and if he didn't give the money, he would hit him.

Not only Zhang Cuilian was beaten, but her own son Zhou Hao was also beaten.

Until now.

After so many years, Zhang Cuilian is still gritting her teeth, hoping to give Zhou Hao better conditions.

But Zhou Decai's ghost still lingers.

After hearing these narrations, Gu Xiu, who has relived two lives, couldn't help but get angry.

Such a person is also worthy of being called?

"Brother Mouse, do you like your father?" Gu Xiu asked while sleeping at night.

"I don't like it." Zhou Hao shook his head without hesitation, and added:

"I hate him so much!"

"If one day he changes his mind, stops gambling and becomes a good father again, I hope you forgive him, will you forgive him?"

"Is it possible?" Zhou Hao shook his head and said in a low voice:

"And even if it's true, I will never forgive him. He lost my sister and beat my mother. I can't even wish for him to die!"

Hearing this, Gu Xiu turned over.

Under the faint moonlight, Zhou Hao's eyes were full of coldness and hatred that even the moonlight could not conceal.

"But in that case, you won't have a father."

"Why do you have to have a father?" Zhou Hao asked back: "Besides, I have never had a father since I was a child."

Gu Xiu didn't speak.

Because he knows what he should do.

In the next few days, Aunt Zhang found that Gu Xiu often didn't come back for dinner.

she asked.

Get an answer every time.

"Aunt Zhang, I'm going to Uncle Shi's for dinner."

Regarding this, Aunt Zhang could only tell Gu Xiu not to forget his homework, and did not say anything except that he must go home at night.

To her relief.

Gu Xiu just went out for three days in a row, and then went home honestly again.

The only thing that surprised Aunt Zhang was that Zhou Decai, who often came to trouble her, seemed to disappear after a while.

Aunt Zhang once saw Zhou Decai eating and drinking at a barbecue stall, and guessed that he was lucky and won money.

Aunt Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

Only one day, Gu Xiu suddenly asked:

"Aunt Zhang, you used to be a teacher, why don't you open a cram school?"

"Training class?" Aunt Zhang wondered why Gu Xiu suddenly had this idea, but still shook her head:

"Aunt Zhang is no longer a teacher, how can anyone want me to tutor children?"

Cram classes, something that students don't like, have existed in these years. After all, it is normal in any age for parents to expect their children to become a success.

However, it is different from the cram schools for brands and industrial chains in later generations.

Most of today's cram schools are actually started by a few teachers working together to find a venue and a few students.

Professional qualifications?

Related procedures?

Even a business license?

None of them!

However, most of these cram schools do not worry about business.

Because they are mainly faced with students who are in junior high school, junior high school, and college entrance examination.

Most of those who can run this kind of cram school are excellent teachers who are well-known and have good grades.

Parents have more or less inquired about the name of a certain teacher, and they can also tell the rate of admission to higher education. This kind of cram school even only needs the teacher to tell the class, and the parents of the students will soon flock to it.

Some people even have to rely on favors and connections in order to attend a certain cram school.

This kind of cram school basically makes money without losing money.

Of course Aunt Zhang knew.

But the problem is that Aunt Zhang has been retired for many years, and she didn't have any good results during her teaching period. Obviously, she is not qualified to join the teaching team of this kind of cram school.

After all, you have to divide the money.

Is it distributed to other teachers who are colleagues, or to Aunt Zhang who has retired and basically has no intersection?

The answer is obvious.

In response to Aunt Zhang shaking her head, Gu Xiu blinked:

"You can skip the sprint cram school for the time being, Aunt Zhang, you can try it and do the care class."

Chapter 100 Career classes at the beginning of the century

"Nursery class? What's that?"

The term "nurturing class" has not yet appeared in this era.

Even a former teacher like Aunt Zhang couldn't help being curious when she heard this unfamiliar term.

"It's a small dining table." Gu Xiu replied.

"Small dining table?"

Aunt Zhang thought about it, and it seemed that this thing was only found in kindergartens.

Most of the kindergartens these days are affiliated to primary schools, and they are not called kindergartens, and there are no big, middle and small classes, but kindergarten classes and preschool classes.

Except for some better private kindergartens, most kindergartens don't care about food.

I have to go home to eat by myself at noon.

However, due to the time when kindergartens leave school at noon and in the afternoon, many parents of children have no time to pick up and drop off their children and prepare lunch for them.

When there is a demand, someone will naturally solve the demand.

Some teachers in the kindergarten class will set up a small dining table.

Parents pay the money, and the children will not go home for lunch at noon, and they will settle it at school. By the way, let the children take a nap. Parents only need to send them to school in the morning, and pick them up at school in the evening.

Gu Xiu said:

"Anyway, Aunt Zhang, you used to be a teacher. It's definitely no problem to do this. Not only do you not have to do so much physical work, but you can also use your professional ability to earn money."

"In the words of our teacher, this is called killing two birds with one stone."

"But there are such small dining tables in kindergartens. I'm afraid I can't do this." Aunt Zhang shook her head. She didn't mind making money. After all, she was willing to work hard for the children.

The problem is that this thing is the business of other kindergarten teachers.

I have nothing.

Why compete with others for business?

"I'm talking about nursery classes, not small dining tables." Gu Xiu shook his head: "We are not targeting kindergartens, but primary school students."

"Primary school student?" Aunt Zhang was taken aback.

She didn't expect this. Small dining tables are mainly found in kindergartens, but after realizing it, Aunt Zhang still shook her head:

"How can it be so troublesome for primary school students nowadays, don't the older ones go home and eat hot dishes?"

"Even if it's younger, it's okay to entrust relatives, friends, neighbors, etc. to take care of it?"

This answer made Gu Xiu dumbfounded.

Thinking about it carefully, it is true that the children of this year and the children of later generations, their five fingers do not touch the spring water, are very different.

Many children these days can eat hot meals by themselves when they are still in elementary school, and older ones can even do laundry and cook.

Even if they don't know anything, they usually entrust their grandparents, relatives and neighbors to take care of them.

After all, it's just a meal for the child, adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Generally no one will refuse.

At least Gu Xiu went to eat at many people's houses before, saying that it's a bit outrageous to eat hundreds of meals, but at least he had eaten at the houses of his neighbors before.

"But not everyone likes to trouble neighbors, relatives and friends, right?" Gu Xiu asked.

"This..." Aunt Zhang nodded, it was true.

Letting children go to other people's homes for dinner is usually done when they really don't have time.

"And Aunt Zhang, even if you let the child go to someone else's house for dinner, have you ever thought about it? It will only last for three to five days at most. How can it be possible to go to someone else's house for dinner every day?" Gu Xiu asked again.

Aunt Zhang retorted: "But it's not like you're not free every day, is it?"

In many families, someone will be on call at any time to take care of the children. Even if the couple are not free, the children's grandparents and grandparents will be taken care of.

"Of course it won't be empty every day, but there is a problem. The support of the nursery class is not just as simple as eating?"

Gu Xiu blinked and asked.

Not just eating?

Aunt Zhang froze for a moment, and saw that Gu Xiu had already spoken again:

"The biggest difference between the nursery class I'm talking about and the small dining table is that we don't just let the children eat and let them play."

"It's about urging the kids to do their homework."

"When the children come here, the nursery class is responsible for the children's lunch and even dinner, as well as homework and homework guidance for the children."

"More importantly, the nursery class is to develop the habit of doing homework for students. You can't see anything in a day or two, but what about a month, two months or even longer?"

"At that point, homework will become a habit."

"What's more, grandparents and grandparents will certainly not treat the children badly, but there are not many people in the older generation who can read. Can they teach the children when they can't do their homework?"

These words made Aunt Zhang fall into deep thought.

Now she finally understands what Gu Xiu's nursery class is.

Same as cram school, but not quite the same.

And it sounds like...

It seems that there is really something going on?

"How did you come up with this thing?" After thinking for a while, Aunt Zhang suddenly looked at Gu Xiu and asked in disbelief.

If these words were spoken by an adult, or even an older child, Aunt Zhang would think it was normal.

But these words were said by a primary school student, and it was also said by a primary school student in the second grade.

This is more or less, a bit outrageous.

"Of course I didn't think so." Gu Xiu shook his head: "Actually, it was my Uncle Shi who said it. I, Uncle Shi, are very good at doing business."

"No wonder." Aunt Zhang nodded, understanding.

Those were the early batch of people who got rich. Although their hands and feet were not clean, their brains were active and they thought more deeply than ordinary people.