Siheyuan: Five mouths waiting for food at the beginning

School starts in mid-August.

The schoolbags for Zhao Antong and Zhao Anbai have been prepared, and their stationery is also in place. There are only enough schoolbags and stationery for the two of them, so it's good enough that Xu Damao's son has arranged it for them.

"Son, when you get to school, you must build good relationships with your classmates, don't bully them, and study hard and listen attentively in class. I will check your performance when you get home. If you don't study well, don't even think about playing. Do you hear me?"

"I know, Dad. Let's go. We're going to be late." Zhao Antong was in a hurry to go to school to show off his new schoolbag. He fell in love with the schoolbag at first sight after it was made. He had never seen anyone else carrying such a schoolbag.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Today is your first day of reporting. You will be late. Eat first. After dinner, I will take you and Amber there."

"Dad, aren't you going to work?"

"No hurry, I'll go to work after I drop you off. Your grandma will pick you up in the afternoon. Once you're familiar with the school, you can go to and from school by yourself."

"By the way, did you bring your lunch box? I won't be going home for lunch."

"Dad, don't worry, Mom has already installed it. I checked it several times."

"Aren't you reluctant to go to school? Why are you so enthusiastic today?"

"Dad, I'm just listening to you."

How could Zhao Shanhe not know what the child was thinking? He was obviously eager to show off.

Zhao Shanhe took his two children to report, Qin Jingru went to work by herself, Zhao Shanhai left, and the bicycle happened to be ridden by Qin Jingru.

The principal had been waiting early. When Zhao Shanhe arrived, he hurried to greet him and praised Zhao Antong as rare in the world. Then he introduced Zhao Shanhe to his head teacher, a female teacher with more than 20 years of rich teaching experience.

Zhao Shanhe felt that as long as he wasn't the Third Uncle, it would be fine. The Third Uncle would only favor people based on the gifts they received. He would not do anything that had no benefits. He didn't even care about his own children. None of Yan Jiecheng's children had become successful.

Soon Xu Damao and Ma Dongmei also arrived, both of them were there to send their children off. Unfortunately, only Xu Sheng and Zhao Antong were in the same class, so He Dong was assigned to the class of the third uncle, who happened to start teaching first grade again this year.

After get off work in the afternoon, the children had already returned. Elementary school students finished school at around 3:00 p.m., and it was not until the Gang of Four was smashed that they began to study hard and the time was delayed.

"An Tong, have you distributed books today? How is school?"

"Dad, I was bullied, and Amber was also bullied?" As he said this, tears began to flow.

"What's going on? Tell Dad."

"That's right, that's right~" Zhao Antong cried aggrievedly when he saw the person who could take revenge on him, sobbing and unable to speak.

"An Tong said that everyone envied his new schoolbag and pencil case, but it was soon known to the older kids. They wanted An Tong's pencil case, and when he refused, they bullied him. Amber did the same." Aunt Chen explained that when she went to pick up An Tong in the afternoon, An Tong told her.

Zhao Shanhe sat on a stool and held Zhao Antong on his lap. "Have you told the teacher?"

"No, they said if I told the teacher, they would beat me. Dad, they took my pencil case away. I won't go to school anymore."

"There are footprints on the new school bags of two other children. I wanted to go find the teacher, but An Tong stopped me from going," Aunt Chen added.

Zhao Shanhe was a little angry. It was okay for a child to fight with classmates. It was normal to have some conflicts. But being bullied by seniors was not okay. Isn't this school bullying?

Zhao Anbai was also talking to his father Zhao Shanhu over there.

"An Tong, where did they hit you? Does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's just that, my new pencil case was snatched away by them. Snatched away." Zhao Antong was still crying, indicating that she had suffered a great injustice.

"An Tong, be good and stop crying. Dad knows you've been wronged. I'll avenge you tomorrow."

While the two children here were being wronged, Xu Sheng over there was still asking his father for a new schoolbag.

"Isn't yours a new schoolbag? Your grandma made it for you."

"Not this kind, I want the one that Brother An Tong has, the one that can be carried on both shoulders."

"Okay, okay, dad will ask your grandma to make another one for you later." Xu Damao had only this one son, so he gave him whatever he wanted and spoiled him to death.

"There are also pencil cases. Brother An Tong's pencil case is so good. I want that one, too."

"Okay, Dad will buy it for you."

"He didn't buy it. His grandfather made it for him."

"Okay, I'll go find his grandfather tomorrow and ask him to make one for our pillar as well."

"Dad, you are so nice, but there is still..."

"If you want anything else, tell Dad."

"No, it was Brother Antong and Anbai who were bullied. I was so scared at the time that I couldn't help Brother Antong. Dad, didn't you tell us to help each other?"

"Ah, are you okay? Zhuzi, you did the right thing. You should help according to your ability. If you can beat them, then go and help. If you can't, then don't go. Do you understand?"

"Got it, Dad."

"Look at what you are teaching your son," said Zhou Yuanyuan next to him.

"The way to survive is what I have summarized over the years. How about it? Aren't you awesome?"

"You are so great, you just tell your son these twisted theories. Son, we don't listen to your father, we still have to study hard."

"No, I'll listen to my dad. My dad is the deputy section chief. He Dong's dad is just a lousy cook. My dad is better than his dad."

"Well said, son."

"Xu Damao, look at yourself, what have you taught your son? You compare yourself with Sha Zhu, and your son compares himself with He Dong. Why don't you compare yourself with Zhao Shanhe?"

"Shanhe is my brother and Shazhu is my enemy, how can they be the same? Anyway, just listen to me."

Ma Dongmei was complaining to Sha Zhu, "Didn't I tell you to go find Shanhe? Why isn't your son in the same class with them? Didn't you go?"

"I went, but I didn't look for Zhao Shanhe, but Third Uncle. Think about it, Zhao Shanhe is only good at the factory, but Third Uncle has been a teacher for many years. Third Uncle is still reliable in school."

"I'm not wrong to call you Shazhu. Uncle San is not that great. He can't even teach his own children well, and you expect him to teach your son. Zhao Shanhe was arranged by the principal himself, how can he do the same? Don't you want your son to become an engineer?"

"No, my son doesn't want to be an engineer. Otherwise, to whom will my father and I pass on our cooking skills? Our family's cooking skills are passed down from generation to generation, not from generation to generation.

Look at my son's big head and arms, he's a good cook."

"You, you make me so angry. You want your son to be so angry and just like you two. How can you be so useless?"

"What's wrong with being a cook? Cooks are very popular. Many people envy them. Besides, cooks won't starve in a famine."