The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Zhu Xiaomin bent down slightly and winked at him: "Now that you live in the educated youth area, you are sharing the same bed with us, and of course you are eating with us. Therefore, you have to work to have food. I asked you to help in the school. are you going?"

"I...I didn't say not to go." Luo Ye was anxious.

If you don’t work, you won’t have food to eat.

Seeing his blushing face, Zhu Xiaomin found it funny, nodded and said, "Well, if you are obedient and work hard, you will have food to eat." After that, he straightened up.

After everything had been said clearly, Xie Chengzhi said to Luo Tingyuan: "Mr. Luo, we are waiting for you to eat." After that, he asked everyone to go out.

Zhu Xiaomin followed him out for a few steps, then turned back, opened his mouth, and finally said softly: "Mr. Luo, it will get over eventually." Clearly reading the shock in his eyes, he turned around and walked out without further pause.

In this life, without the disaster two years ago, she didn't know if these words would have any effect on him. However, if he had supported her in the previous life, she hoped that this life could also give him some support.

This time, Luo Tingyuan did not stop them again, but watched the seven people go out. After being stunned for a while, he turned to look at the book on the edge of the kang, but his mind kept repeating that it was the female educated youth. Sentence: "This will pass."

This is what he has been saying to himself over the past eight years. He needs a belief to allow himself to survive and raise his son.

He didn't know if that female educated youth was a coincidence.

After all, it was just a commonplace statement, a coincidence, right?

But it does have a calming power.

Luo Ye ran to the door to take a look and saw that the seven people had turned the corner. He turned back and pulled his clothes and shouted: "Dad."

Luo Tingyuan touched his head, slowly sat down on the edge of the kang, looked down at the pile of books, stretched out his hand several times, and finally touched it with a slight trembling.

In the past eight years, these courses were naturally not taken seriously by him, but...this is also a book. He has not touched a book for many years.

Luo Ye's eyes also showed some desire, and he shouted softly: "Dad."

He has never read a book in all his life.

Although he has been able to recite a large number of texts and do complex calculations, he has never touched a book.

Luo Tingyuan knew his son's thoughts, and slowly stroked the cover of the book with his hand, and then slowly opened it.

The book is new, but there are indentations on every page, and even the spine is a little crooked.

What did Zhu Zhiqing say just now?

There weren't enough storytellers, so they each copied a set?

This is the trace left behind by so many of them copying repeatedly.

That is to say, are they studying these courses seriously?

Luo Tingyuan pondered for a while, then looked up at Luo Ye, and saw that he suddenly had a pair of big eyes, looking at him expectantly. His heart tightened, he lowered his head and gently stroked the book in his hand, and asked uncertainly: "Luo Ye, what are you doing?" Do you think...it's okay?"

Luo Ye also had some uncertainty in his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Luo Tingyuan whispered again: "The matters in the elementary school are arranged by the brigade. If we only complete the matters there..."

He said he was managing the school, but in fact he just handled the chores there for the educated youths. As long as he did the things there, he had completed the task.

As for the private requests of the educated youths, Zhu Xiaomin could refuse them.

However, since he no longer has work points, he has no food rations. How many meals he can have is obviously decided by the educated youth.

He didn't care, Luo Ye was just growing up.

Luo Tingyuan thought about it and finally asked: "Luo Ye, they...have you heard about the fruit trees and breeding base they talked about?"

In fact, he couldn't make up his mind and tried to ask.

Unexpectedly, Luo Ye nodded immediately: "Fruit trees seem to be planted in every brigade. I heard... I heard Sanniuzi and the others over there said that they also mentioned a breeding base, and said... and said that if the third brigade also has one, then Sooner or later the job will be ours."

At that time, the group of children threw cow dung on him and insulted him. He did not want to repeat it.

Is this really happening?

Luo Tingyuan was a little surprised. He opened the book unconsciously, lowered his head and meditated, feeling a war between heaven and man in his heart. Finally he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Let's go, let's go there." He put the book back and took Luo Ye's hand. Go outside.

When he reached the door, Luo Ye hurriedly shouted: "Rice bowl." He broke away from his hand and ran back, took the rice bowl and chopsticks together, ran out again, held his hand and walked out, looked up at him, eyes filled with laughter. Some are excited, and some are uncertain.

In the outer courtyard, the radish and mountain mushroom soup had been stewed in the pot. Zhu Xiaomin and Zhang Hongmei were frying the steamed radish when they heard Song Zhian call out: "Xiaomin."

Zhu Xiaomin looked up and saw the father and son standing at the door. He turned his eyes on the two of them, laughed, gave the spatula to Song Zhian, and greeted himself: "Dinner will be served soon, Mr. Luo will sit down first." Let him go. Walk around the table.

The two men came over and took the rice jar, but they didn't take the book back. Naturally, the matter was settled.

The fragrance of the rotten seeds mixed with the green onions spread in the air. Luo Ye quietly took a deep breath, glanced at the stove, and then followed Luo Tingyuan.

The educated youths who were still copying books all stood up and looked at the father and son with some confusion.

Although I have been mentally prepared for it, I still don't know how to deal with these two people now when I face them directly.

Zhu Xiaomin was very casual. When he arrived at the table, he made an invitation gesture and said, "Mr. Luo, please sit down." Then he touched Luo Ye's head and said, "Luo Ye, you also sit down."

When her hand touched his head, Luo Ye shrank reflexively, quickly avoided it, and looked back at her warily.

"Hey, little brat!" Zhu Xiaomin was unhappy and pulled him back, slapped him on the head hard, and sat down next to Luo Tingyuan.

It's been a day, why is it that you behave so well when eating, but still look like a kitten with fried fur when you touch it?

Luo Ye was pressed on the stool involuntarily, his head was bruised, and he stared at her in astonishment.

How could anyone rub someone's head like that?

The interaction between these two people made several educated youths laugh, and the atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed. They all sat back and looked at Luo Tingyuan with more questions.

Zhu Xiaomin sat down on the other side of Luo Ye, pointed to a table of books, and said with a smile: "This is a book they copied during this period. There are many ugly words. Mr. Luo, do you want to take a look?"

You said the calligraphy is ugly, but you still let people visit it?

The educated youths were startled, and several of them immediately grabbed their belongings and sat down on them.

At this time, even Luo Tingyuan couldn't help but smile, looked at Zhu Xiaomin, and then at the educated youths who were looking at him, nodded and said: "I...although I have read some books, I have never taught, so I can only Tell me to try, if it doesn’t work…”