Siheyuan: Five mouths waiting for food at the beginning

Zhao Shanhe didn't know what happened to Banggeng. He was now considering another thing: whether to let his son go to school this year.

Zhao Antong was born on September 65, 9. He is seven years old now, or six and a half to be exact. Nowadays, most children go to the first grade at the age of seven or eight. Should he wait for a year?

"Daddy's good son, come here. Daddy wants to ask you something." Zhao Shanhe shouted to a group of children playing in the yard, including Zhao Antong. Usually he called him "good son", so Zhao Antong should be able to understand.

"Dad, why are you calling me? I'm playing with them. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb me." Zhao Antong knew that his father would not hit people and was always reasonable, so he was not afraid of his father. But his mother Qin Jingru would really hit people, so he was afraid of Qin Jingru.

Zhao Shanhe wanted to ask for his eldest son's opinion, but seeing his expression, he said, "My eldest son, Dad has decided to send you to school. You can go to school when school starts this semester."

"Dad, are Shitou, Zhu and Maozi going?"

"They, they won't go, they are still young,"

"Dad, I don't want to go. I'm still young and I don't want to study. My younger brothers and sisters need me."

"No, I've let you play for seven years. Dad has never supervised you. You must go now. I will go to the principal tomorrow and register you."

"Ah, no," Although Zhao Antong was young, he knew that his whole family listened to his father, and no one objected to what his father said, so he was destined to go to school.

He came to his friends dejectedly and announced the news to them.

"Brother, you are going to school, why are you unhappy? I also want to go to school, there are many friends there," said Shitou.

"I just don't want to leave you. It would be great if you all went to school, then we could play together again." What he really thought was that he had to get up early to go to school, had homework every day, and the teacher would beat him if he didn't listen.

"Really? Then I'll go to school too. I'll go back and tell my dad."

“I’m going to find my dad too.”

After a while, a few friends were tricked into going back to find their father.

Only a few little ones didn't know what going to school was, and they kept pestering Zhao Antong and asking, "Big Grasshopper, will there be candy at school?"

"Ansong, forget it. You are still a child. Why do you want to go to school?"

At dinner, Zhao Shanhu asked his elder brother, "Brother, Shitou said you are going to send your nephew to school? Isn't that too early?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Shanhe, they didn't know the news either.

"It's getting late. If we don't send him this year, it will be too late next year. Look at his head. What's the difference between him and those kids in the third grade?"

"Or I can send Shitou to accompany my eldest nephew. They have been together since childhood, so he can be a good companion."

"I think it's okay. Shitou is seven years old in age, and the two children are only a few months apart. This is not a small deal. I will go to the principal tomorrow. It's the same to drive away one sheep or two sheep." In the 1970s, many were eight years old, and some were seven years old. At that time, people referred to their age in terms of their age.

"Jingru, don't rush to make the schoolbag. Wait until tomorrow and I will design one for Haodaer and you can make it then." Nowadays, most people use shoulder bags. It is not good to always carry one shoulder, as it will easily cause uneven shoulders.

"Brother, you are not just thinking about your son, are you? What about my stone?" Zhao Shanhu said quickly when he heard his brother say that. Everything his brother designed was a good thing.

"Why, how could I forget my nephew? Is your elder brother that kind of person?"

I had just finished my meal and returned to the backyard, about to drink some tea and read the newspaper when Xu Damao came.

"I know what you're going to say even if you don't say it. Let's go together. It's good for company."

"Okay, how about a couple of drinks?"

"No, it's so hot, I'll feel hot if I drink it, I'd rather drink tea."

"Make some for me, too. These are all good tea leaves. I usually drink high-quality tea."

"No way, you, Xu Damao, are already a deputy section chief, and you can't even afford some good tea?"

"I can afford it but I don't have the connections. They're all selling at very high prices, and I can't do anything about it."

"You are usually very smart. My elder sister is in the department store, and there is Bai Xue. How can they not help you when you go there? Now you are pretending to be pitiful. If you want to drink, pour it yourself." Zhao Shanhe's tea set is complete, and it was made by his father-in-law.

"Don't tell me, your tea leaves taste better if they are not finely ground."

"Nonsense, I took Lao Li's. I heard that his father-in-law gave it to him. Did you see the special supply? Most people can't drink it, but you can. Be happy."

"Yes, yes, it's all thanks to you that I was able to drink the tea that only this big leader can drink."

While the two were drinking tea, Sha Zhu had already gone to find the third uncle. Ma Dongmei asked him to find Zhao Shanhe, but Sha Zhu couldn't save his face, so he agreed and turned around to go to the third uncle's house.

The next day, Zhao Shanhe designed several backpacks and pencil cases. He went to find his father-in-law with the design drawings of the pencil cases. Pencil cases were a piece of cake for a carpenter, and what's more, the ones designed by Zhao Shanhe sold much better than those in department stores.

"Shanhe, bring the children over for dinner this weekend. Your mother-in-law hasn't seen the children for a while."

"Okay, I get it, Dad. Make a few more of these pencil cases for my brother's children. You can make a few for my eldest brother-in-law's children later. I designed this and you can't buy it outside."

"Shanhe, you are really amazing. You can design anything. A small pencil case is so good. And what's on it?"

"This is a pencil sharpener, for sharpening pencils."

After work, Zhao Shanhe took a few bottles of wine to find the principal. Although Hongxing Primary School is their affiliated school, there is still a big difference between having someone to take care of the school and having no one to take care of it. Those who understand will understand.

"Chief Engineer Zhao, why did you come here in person? If you have anything to do, just arrange it yourself. Why bother you to come here in person?" He was a primary school principal, but his rank was not as high as Zhao Shanhe.

"That's different. I need your help with something. It's about my son. He's old enough to go to school. And there are my two nephews. Can you make some arrangements?"

"No problem, of course no problem. It is our honor to have Mr. Zhao's son attend our school. I will let the best teachers in the school take care of them and will take good care of them."

"No need to take care of them. You must be strict with them. A young tree will not grow straight if it is not pruned. Excessive care is just like pampering them, especially when it comes to their studies. You should be punished when necessary. Thank you, principal."

"Engineer Zhao is worthy of being the chief engineer at such a young age. His thoughts and awareness are worth learning from. Don't worry, I will be strict with you. Can you please tell me the name of the child so that I can arrange it?"

"Zhao Antong, Zhao Anbai, and Xu Sheng."

The principal even solemnly took out a small notebook and wrote it down, obviously taking it seriously.