Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

You Dianshuai leaned against the classroom door, his eyes wandering.

He recalled that time, why did he stretch out his leg so cheaply and make such a cheap suggestion? So much so that at this moment, he felt the pain of having his leg broken again.

All the seats inside the door were empty, while outside the door there were laughter and cheers from all the guests.

There was no gloom in Leng Yanqiu's voice: "Send the melon that Li Wenbo is holding to the office, and borrow a knife by the way, so we can eat the melon!"

"Okay, let's eat melon!"

Leave the small ones to the teacher and keep the big ones for yourself, there’s nothing wrong with that!

Just wait for the knife to come.

Teacher Sun hurried from his office to the third grade classroom, blinding the titanium eyes of the students in the corridor. The whole place was silent. This teacher was so arrogant. He looked solemn in a black shirt and black suit. He held a shiny long sword in his hand, which was placed diagonally against his chest. Five or six boys followed closely behind him, and then a group of students who didn't know what was going on followed blindly...

The boss who leads his minions to fight in a group has no more momentum than this.

Li Wenbo was one of the henchmen who was closest to the boss. He kept muttering, "Why are we afraid of just lending it to us so we can cut the melons ourselves? What if we're worried about not returning it? If the melons at Sister Qiu's house weren't so big, my own fruit knife would have come in handy."

Teacher Sun was feeling happy that his beloved baby was back to school, so he ignored this idiot for the time being. He turned into the classroom and found Leng Yanqiu first. He looked at her arm and a smile broke out on his dark face.

The cleaned podium is the melon-cutting area. A big, juicy, black-skinned melon matches Teacher Sun's black face, black suit and black shirt very well. It is extremely black.

Teacher Sun stretched out his knife and cut the melon. A series of "crackling" and "crackling" sounds proved that the melon was ripe and the teacher's cooking skills were mature. Just like last time, he divided it into 40 equal portions. There was one less student than last time. In order to prevent disputes caused by uneven distribution, Teacher Sun put a piece of melon behind his back with one hand, and walked out with the other hand holding the knife diagonally on his chest, reminding: "Remember to wipe the table clean!"

There was a cheer in the classroom, and students from other classes who were following closely outside the classroom door were drooling with envy. The students in Class 3 were so abominable. They would make delicious food from time to time and not share it with them.

Outside the classroom, people couldn't even smell the watermelon. They only saw Teacher Sun, who had squeezed out of the encirclement, looking even more majestic. The most important thing was that the watermelon knife that had been shining brightly just now was now covered in dust, with drops of bright red flowing down the blade...

"It's so sweet! Even sweeter than the melon I ate last time!"

"It's great to have Sister Qiu back! I couldn't concentrate on the lessons these past few days when you weren't in the classroom. I was always sleepy."

"Sister Qiu, are you still going to the evening self-study class? My mom told me not to go, and the school also agreed to refund the dinner fee."

"Yes, everyone in school is in a panic now. Many students in each class have dropped out of evening self-study. Sister Qiu, why don't we all go home and study in the live broadcast room. It's comfortable and safe."

When the preparatory bell rang, the whole class started to clean up the classroom. The desk was as bright as if it was newly bought. The topic of evening self-study was skipped, but Leng Yanqiu did attend the evening self-study that day, which made the school leaders breathe a sigh of relief.

If the evening self-study class is really closed down after a poor performance, the leadership decision will become a joke.

Because the atmosphere these days was heavy, students and parents requested to cancel dinner and not attend evening self-study. Leaders instructed teachers to give lectures during evening self-study. So Leng Yanqiu, who came empty-handed, was not idle. He always kept up with the lectures in a hoarse or tired voice, and sometimes interacted with the teachers to boost the learning atmosphere in the classroom.

Teacher Sun has sent screenshots of evening self-study classes to the parents' group many times. There are few students in the classroom, and the teachers walk down from the podium and sit among the students to chat and teach in a way that makes the students at home envious. Sister Qiu, who writes and draws on the blackboard as a homework book whenever needed, seems to be calling them to come back quickly.

Learning in a group is a great feeling. The next day, there were more than a dozen more students on the list of students in Class 3 who would attend evening self-study. The remaining students had their reasons. They could not meet the school’s requirement - to have their children picked up by their parents.

Leng Yanqiu had Ding Guihua drive her, but she noticed that Ding Guihua was still not very comfortable when shifting gears with her right hand. Even though the wound had scabbed over, it would take a long time for the fingernail to recover, and shifting gears with the finger without the fingernail...

"Mom, this car of ours is really uncomfortable for me to sit in. I can't stretch my legs, and I can't lie down whenever I'm tired. Can we change the car?"

Ding Guihua had never considered such high-end demands. She thought that being able to drive a second-hand van worth 5,000 yuan would be the peak of her life. She would receive so many envious and jealous looks every day when passing through the village.

"But mom has to load the car with goods. It's so painful to buy a car and then ruin it!"

"Then pick a long and big commercial vehicle, with room for cargo, and I can rest comfortably at any time."

Ding Guihua's face was full of reluctance, and she was also worried about whether her skills were enough to drive a commercial vehicle, but since her daughter made a clear request, she had to agree.

After arriving home, the mother and daughter searched for cars online. It’s okay if they don’t know much about them, but they will become addicted after looking at them a lot, comparing appearance, price, rear seat comfort, and cabin size.

Old Mrs. Leng went back to her room, holding her chest. She didn't understand what the cost-effectiveness or functions were, but she could understand the quotations. Ding Guihua, the former daughter-in-law, insisted that "the budget must not exceed 200,000 yuan", and Leng Yanqiu, the granddaughter, insisted on "raising the budget to 300,000 yuan."

God, please listen to this! This mother and daughter want to go to heaven!

The old lady didn't know that there was another piece of news that no one had told her: the saline-alkali land she wanted to buy had been approved, and Leng Yanqiu requested that Ding Guihua's name be written on it. So her former daughter-in-law was able to settle back in Ma Liu Village with full legitimacy. The mother and daughter were registered in the same household registration book, and the head of the household was Leng Yanqiu.

The older people are, the more they know nothing, the more comfortable they can live. The old lady decided not to listen to the mother and daughter's conversation about "hundreds of thousands" anymore. Wouldn't it be nice for her to pick up some eggs in the backyard? Wouldn't it be nice to look at the pickled eggs in the empty house? Wouldn't it be nice to take out the piles of bills and count them a few times before going to bed?

Sure enough, the more she thought about it, the happier she felt. The old lady didn't ask or care about anything that the mother and daughter didn't explain. Ding Guihua closed the gate of the yard and went outside to receive the ordered dairy cow, duck and goose seedlings, fruit tree seedlings and forage seeds on the saline-alkali land. She sent them off by the transport truck and then put them back into the space. The old lady had no idea what she was doing.

The expanded space is more human-friendly. She really likes to talk in the space, telling us her needs, her plans, her wonderful ideas. Then the ducklings and gooselings automatically go to the river to play; a few cows eat grass, chew the cud, and take a leisurely walk; the fruit tree seedlings are automatically sorted into rows and take root in the soil...

Most of the pigs and sheep that had been sold before were breeding again and would obey orders. As long as she called, they would rush over from all corners and directions. Those who ran slowly would scream in fear, as if something was hitting them on the buttocks.