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

With two extra hours, Zhu Xiaomin first went to the post office to send the letter to Luo Tingyuan, and then went straight home.

Today is Jiang Xiaochen's first day of school. She wants to understand the situation and also goes back to help Jiang's wife with cooking.

When I entered the door, the two children were moving the stools in the yard to play, and Mrs. Jiang was spreading her needle and thread on the table in the yard.

Seeing her come back, he was a little surprised: "Why so early?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled, "I handed in the test paper early today, so I didn't buy lunch. We can make it when we get back." She looked into the room, "Mingzheng hasn't come back yet? Or has he left?"

Mrs. Jiang shook her head: "He hasn't come back yet." She said with some uneasiness, "I wonder how Xiaochen is doing? There are only children from Beijing there. Will he be excluded?"

It's hard to say.

Zhu Xiaomin was silent for a moment, and then consoled him by saying, "It takes time. Fortunately, there are many children in this village. Once you get to know them, you will have your own friends."

Mrs. Jiang nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the two children were playing intently, Zhu Xiaomin just went over to kiss them one by one and ignored them. She sat down at the table to help her choose the cloth and asked, "When will Niuniu arrive?"

Mrs. Jiang calculated the time: "It will take me a week to write a letter back. After that, my eldest brother will pack up and go to my mother-in-law's village to pick up Niuniu. Then, from the village to the county, and then take the train to the capital, it will take about ten days in total."

Zhu Xiaomin asked: "Can I take the train directly from the county?"

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "There is a passing train, but there are no seat tickets, and it's cheaper."

Zhu Xiaomin frowned: "It will be very hard to take care of the child."

Mrs. Jiang was helpless: "If we take a detour to the city, it will take several days, and the tickets will be hard to buy and cost more money."

Rural people are more careful with their money.

Zhu Xiaomin nodded: "Will you send us a telegram from the county?"

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "Mingzheng asked me to leave his phone number and address. I told him that I only need to write the date when sending a telegram."

Telegrams are charged by the word in order to save money.

Zhu Xiaomin nodded, looked at the cloth in her hand, then looked at the work in her hand and asked, "Are you going to make shoes for Niuniu?"

Mrs. Jiang nodded and sighed: "Niuniu is four years old. When I went back, the shoes I brought for her were no longer wearable. I don't know if my mother-in-law can take care of her."

Zhu Xiaomin comforted her: "Jiang Ying only has this one daughter, so Aunt Jiang will definitely take care of her more."

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "Thank goodness for my mother-in-law, otherwise, I really don't know what to do."

The two were doing their work and chatting. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhu Xiaomin stayed to look after the children while Mrs. Jiang went to prepare the ingredients.

Just at this moment, the iron gate was knocked and Lu Mingzheng came back.

Seeing that it was Zhu Xiaomin who opened the door, Lu Mingzheng smiled and hugged her: "You had a test today, so I knew you would come back early." Seeing Jiang Sao coming out of the kitchen, he said, "Xiaochen was assigned to a class. The school gave him a small test and he was placed in Grade 3, Class 3. I asked him if he needed to be picked up, and he said he remembered the way, so I came back first and will go check on the road after school."

Mrs. Jiang nodded repeatedly, but asked carefully: "Class 3, is the school divided according to grades?"

Lu Mingzheng shook his head. "For children from other places, the school will consider whether they can keep up with the teaching progress here. If they can't keep up, they will be demoted to a lower grade. Xiaochen is fine. He can keep up with the third grade. Classes are divided according to address. Most of the children in Xitucheng Brigade are in Class 3."

Mrs. Jiang was relieved and went to get busy happily.

Lu Mingzheng turned around and walked away with Zhu Xiaomin, whispering, "Xiaochen's grades are low. The school said that if he can't catch up by the final exam, he will have to stay for a year. You guys help him make up for it."

The education in the Northwest Military Camp is obviously not as good as that of the Peking University Affiliated Primary School.

Zhu Xiaomin nodded: "We will pay attention."

After school at noon, Lu Mingzheng went out again. He saw Jiang Xiaochen coming back by himself from a distance, so he felt relieved. After eating, he went back to the army.

Two days later, Lu Mingzheng brought a few people back and finished the unfinished work on the ceiling and even laid the bricks on the floor.

On the same day, the test results came out, and Lu Minghui, as the study committee member, requested that the results and rankings be announced on behalf of the entire class.

Seeing that no one objected, Tang Bo wrote the results on the back blackboard with chalk.

When the first name came out, there was a burst of discussion in the classroom.

Zhu Xiaomin!

No surprise, it’s still Zhu Xiaomin.

But when her results were published, the original discussion turned into an uproar.

463 points, how is that possible?

Aren’t there four subjects?

It's just a test paper. Even if each subject is scored 100 points, the full score is only 400. How could there be a score exceeding 400?

Lu Minghui's face was already very ugly. He stared at the blackboard with a look of disbelief.

Tang Bo then wrote the second name: Lu Minghui, 345 points.

At this moment, the noise in the classroom became louder, and everyone looked at Zhu Xiaomin with shock on their faces.

In the college entrance examination, her score was more than 50 points higher than the second place in her major.

And now, she is more than a hundred points higher than Lu Minghui.

How can it be?

After the shock, everyone was in complete disbelief.

It was just that other people only discussed it with the people around them, but Lu Minghui couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Tang, is this grade wrong?"

She deeply suspected that Tang Bo had written Zhu Xiaomin's 363 as 463. Although it was still a loss, it was not so outrageous.

Tang Bo waved his hand and continued writing: Third place, Zhao Pengfei, 332.

Fourth place: Meng Chengjun, 323.

……

As the data followed closely behind, the discussions in the classroom became louder and louder.

Finally, the rankings and scores of the thirty-four people were written down. Tang Bo dropped the chalk, clapped his hands, jumped off the stool, took a few steps back to look, and nodded with satisfaction.

Lu Minghui couldn't help but ask again: "Teacher Tang, was Zhu Xiaomin's score written wrong? How could it be possible that it was over 400 points?"

Tang Bo turned back to the podium and looked at Zhu Xiaomin, his eyes filled with surprise and joy: "I heard everyone's discussion, and I can say with certainty that this score is not wrong!"

"Wow——" The discussions in the classroom became louder, mostly questioning.

How is it possible? How can I get 463 points in four subjects?

Lu Minghui shook his head repeatedly: "How is that possible?"

Tang Bo handed her the stack of papers in his hand and said, "Distribute the papers to everyone first."

Lu Minghui took it and distributed the papers to the students one by one according to their names. When it came to Zhu Xiaomin's, he quickly flipped through it and saw that she had answered all the questions. His expression became even uglier and he gave her the paper with a look of doubt.

Zhu Xiaomin reached out to take it, raised her eyebrows at her, put on a victorious smile, and quickly put it away.

Lu Minghui gritted her teeth in anger, turned around angrily, distributed the remaining papers, took her own and went back to her seat, but did not look at the paper. She just looked up and waited for Tang Bo to give her an answer.