After the Lantern Festival, high pole lanterns were erected in front of every house, and the lanterns were extinguished. That is to say, the year is joyful and lively.

This year, observing Guan Ping'an, the happiest must be Qi Jingnian. Didn't people still have a phone call if they didn't go back? Wow, that one was chattering and his eyebrows were fluttering.

Poor Mrs. Qi and Mrs. Jiang, this grandson is in vain. How can she be like her, she has to shout and think about her grandparents, understand?

Listening to her Grandpa Mei's joy, as soon as he was happy, he said that several New Year's money had been put in her drawer in the east wing, and they had been saved for her.

However, the New Year's money has not yet been seen, and in the blink of an eye, February 2 is coming. What's even worse is that the Honghua Primary School in Qiantun Wangjiazhuang is about to open in a hurry.

Ahem...... It was Honghua Elementary School that was officially established.

Headed by a principal sent by the commune and led by four newly arrived educated youths, Honghua Primary School is located in the abandoned courtyard of Wangjiazhuang.

In other words, she is going to school.

This is the real lockdown.

It was cold and frozen, and I don't know how the old folks of Wangjiazhuang worked hard to get rid of the five rooms of the main house.

The brick house is a brick house, and it is said that the sudden noise of the tractor took two days to pull any materials, but the tables and chairs inside are very simple.

The table was made of two horizontal rows of wooden planks, made of adobe bricks, while the stools had to be brought with themselves, and fortunately they did not sit directly on the floor.

The tuition fee is also much cheaper than that of the commune primary school. As long as each student pays a semester's two cents, they can successfully enroll.

For this two cents, it is also allowed to pay in installments, and you can bring your own books minus the book fee, that is, you can go to school for only eight cents a semester.

Although Kong Lao Er is unlucky outside, the rural people who have never seen it know also know that it is better to let their children go to school for two years without turning their eyes blind.

is like her parents and fellow villagers in Ma Liutun. But everyone said that they had to let their boys and children go to school for two years.

Not surprisingly, on the first day of school, both children and adults almost crowded the yard, how can there be the appearance of a haunted house.

Guan Xiaozhu also went to school, her brother Guan Xiangdong also went to school, and even Ma Liutun's children who were only eight years old also went to school.

There is still a production team, and the villagers have not yet brought their children to Qi, and this haunted house is already crowded, which is more lively than a movie.

The loud voice of the adult, the shouting of the child, and the branch secretary of Wangjiazhuang who didn't know what he was shouting with a loudspeaker, were noisy~

"Daddy~"

Seeing that the girl was deflated, the unscrupulous Lao Tzu laughed happily. Just wanted to make a few jokes, and by the way, a few more comforts, someone called him again.

"Sister, let's go take a look first. ”

Look, look.

I'm afraid you'll regret the first one.

From the first grade to the fifth grade, one room and one grade, but the distribution is very reasonable. Fortunately, the weather is also cold, and there are more people who can squeeze in the warmth first.

Fortunately, the captain of Wangjiazhuang is more reliable than the branch secretary. At this moment, this person was already standing at the door and announced that as soon as the weather was warm, they would expand a few rooms.

Listen to ...... When he said that, even the dormitories of the five teachers had to be built, and a playground had to be built like the commune primary school.

Especially the few partition walls in the classroom that are almost crushed, and when it gets hot, they will be divided into classes, so that your children will not be overwhelmed.

Count yourself insightful!

Hehe~ If you dare to say it, your aunt will kick your house. It doesn't matter if you're her uncle or not, it's not negotiable to kick your house.

Guan Tianyou, who once again struggled to squeeze into the first-grade classroom, avoided the children and came to the circle of his sister and buddies, and shook his head regretfully, "It's useless, the money is paid." ”

If you want to return the money, it will be impossible to go to school again in two years. Not to mention that he couldn't even find anyone, even the principal was bought by him.

The remaining way is to skip a grade, and there is no drama. On this issue, his father analyzed them one by one, and if he still couldn't understand it, it would be really stupid.

Not to mention anything else, one of the points his father mentioned is quite reasonable. Five years of elementary school, two years of middle school, and two more years of high school are only nine years.

Nine years later, he and his sister are just seventeen years old, and it is better to skip a grade now than to learn to accumulate thick and thin. In their spare time, they took the opportunity to study extracurricular knowledge first, and after they entered junior high school, they were not unable to revise their initial plans according to the future situation.

Thinking so, Guan Tianyou couldn't help but be envious when he looked at Qi Jingnian. Although this one was also forced by his father to go to school normally, he was in the third grade.

In the future, he will be warm with these runny children. Dad, you let your children hide their clumsiness, but can we wait for school again?

Guan Tianyou looked around with a helpless expression, hoping that his sister would improvise a sad song to match the sad atmosphere.

"You're the boss here. ”

Hearing Qi Jingnian's whisper, Guan Ping'an rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Let's go, let's go to the third-grade classroom now." ”

The number of students in the third grade is much more normal. Except for Qi Jingnian and Tian Sanqi, most of them were students who transferred back from the commune school.

Guan Ping'an silently counted the forty-two students, of which 32 were male students and only 10 were girls.

Everyone lives in the three production teams nearby, and Guan Ping'an can still know who these ten young ladies who are four or five years older than her are.

In the countryside, especially girls.

Compared with boys of the same age, who did not skip a grade during the period but can still go to the third grade, for them, this year is the dividing line.

Like these ten people.

If it weren't for the Honghua Primary School set up by Wangjiazhuang this year, it is unknown whether half of the number of people would have been left to continue to go to school in the commune.

Every family has a string of babies, and if you want to provide for your children to go to school, you will choose your son, and ordinary farmers rarely give their daughters seven years to get a junior high school graduation certificate.

Maybe I used to have the idea of going to high school to go to the city and pick up an iron job, but since last year, the commune school has been closed from time to time.

So her father has done a great good deed, benefiting the first-year students who can successfully enter this year, and even helping the senior students.

If you want to continue to study in the commune, the monthly rations you need to bring are indispensable, and you can go back to eat lunch like in Wangjiazhuang.

It's a pity that her father did such a good thing but couldn't tell anyone.

Lost.