After carefully analyzing all the details from the beginning of answering the question to the present, An Zishan found that there was no missing problem, so he no longer paid attention to the actions of the teacher on the stage, anyway, no matter what the result was, he would come to him, and he would just see the move.

took out the Chinese textbook from the hole in the table, and continued to review his homework, as for the exam, he was not allowed to read, An Zishan didn't care, anyway, his paper had already been collected, and theoretically he had finished the exam.

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Anzhuang Village

An Zishan's home

At this time, there was a fierce quarrel, and An Zishan's father, An Jiaye, came back, sitting at the dinner table and drinking water, but his face was angry and a little angry.

His mother Zhang Guiyun was washing the dishes and chopsticks at this time, and kept repeating: "Anyway, I just don't agree, and I won't go to Fangqiu City, we sisters are seven, why do I stay in my hometown, I want to support my father, my mother went early, and he can't take care of himself alone." ”

"Bang"

An Jiaye angrily threw the enamel cup in his hand on the table, and shouted loudly: "I'm not saying that I won't support the elderly, just let my father go to Fangqiu City together, this is an important opportunity for me and our family, and my master finally gave me the opportunity to fight for it." ”

"Think about it, if we go to Fangqiu City, where there are better living conditions and better high schools, will it be better for Xiaoshan and Xiaoliang's studies. ”

"It's not that we don't support the elderly, right, do we have to plan more for our children, you say?"

"No, my dad recognizes the land, this is home, not anywhere else. I live with my mother here, but not anywhere else. He won't agree, I don't agree, it's not that I don't want my children to have a good education, but no one is more important than anyone else. ”

Zhang Guiyun stopped the bowl he was brushing, brushed the hair on his forehead, frowned, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were piled together, turned his head to look directly at An Jiaye, and said word by word.

"Alas, how can I not make sense to you, this opportunity is very rare, seize it, you don't have to be so tired in the future, and you don't have to grow vegetables, do you think I want you to push a cart of vegetables every day and get back pain from tiredness, in exchange for dozens of dollars, am I willing?"

"Seize this opportunity, my master can help me become a regular employee, and there will be an establishment, I am an iron rice bowl, maybe I can go up in the future, do you say it is important?"

"I know, it's important, I understand, I just can't let go of my father, or you take the child to Fangqiu City, I will raise my father at home, and after my father is a hundred years old, I will go to you." ”

Zhang Guiyun's face was entangled, Mao Dun, and his frowning brows were all twisted together, she understood what her man said, but she also had her own reasoning and admitted death. At the beginning, the seven sisters were relieved that she let her support her parents at home, and the other sisters all married in other places, and their mother died early, so they had to take care of their father.

"Aren't you fooling around, how could I do this, how could the two children let you stay here by yourself, alas..."

An Jiaye looked at this woman with a melancholy face, this woman who has lived together for nearly 20 years, she is distressed and angry, he understands what she said, they both understand each other, but this result cannot be weighed well, and one party must make a sacrifice.

In the end, the first conversation between the two was over.

An Zishan didn't know all this, he thought that this incident only happened when he was in high school, but in fact, the first time he discussed this matter, he didn't know about it, and he didn't know that this incident related to the future of their family happened in the first semester of his junior high school.

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"Jingle bell..."

An Zishan was looking at the language, and it didn't take long for the bell to ring after class, time passed so fast, An Zishan put down the book and stretched.

On the stage, hearing the bell ringing, Wen Min put down the paper in his hand in a daze, cleaned up the shocked emotions, came back to his senses, cleared his throat and shouted: "Stop answering the questions and hand in the papers." ”

So, the students walked up to the podium one after another with the scrolls and placed them in front of Wen Min.

Seeing that everyone had handed in the papers, Wen Min put An Zishan's papers on top, sorted out the next stack of papers, and shouted, "After class, I will talk about the papers in the next class." ”

Wen Min stood up, picked up the scroll, took a deep look at An Zishan, who was scattered-eyed in the audience, and raised his feet to leave, "Gada... Gada...", the sound of high heels faded away.

This student, she felt that she was getting more and more impenetrable, and there seemed to be a fog in front of her, covering up the truth.

Back in the office, Wen Min put aside the other people's papers, continued to look at the essays written by An Zishan, read them over and over again, and didn't notice that Teacher Zhang was sitting at his desk next to him calling her, and there was no response after shouting a few times, this Teacher Zhang was also curious, and walked over to stand beside Wen Min and look at the papers she was reading.

This teacher Zhang, named Zhang Heng, is also a Chinese teacher in the junior high school department, which has four classes with 40-50 students in each class, and he and Wen Min each teach two classes of Chinese.

And Wen Min didn't notice that Zhang Heng was standing beside her at all, and muttered in his mouth: "This composition, full score, no matter how you look at it, there are no flaws, proposition, logic, vocabulary, grammar, I can't find a deduction point, it's good that the words are ugly, and the words are so beautiful, there is no one left, I can't find an excuse if I don't want to give a full score." ”

"Who wrote the essay this, full score essay?

As soon as Zhang Heng stood over, he heard Wen Min muttering, so he was surprised, as if he had discovered a new world, his eyes were bright, he knew that Wen Min was very good at teaching, and his vision was extremely high, and she gave full marks to his composition, and he was also very curious.

"Bang... Ah, Mr. Zhang, why are you standing here, scaring me. Suddenly hearing the sound of words in his ears, Wen Min shook in shock, hit the wall behind him, and looked at Zhang Heng with a complaining face, completely unaware of when he came over.

"I just came over, Mr. Wen, I called you a few times just now, you didn't answer me, come and see what you're looking at, so engrossed, just came over and heard you say about the full score composition, who wrote it, show me?"

Zhang Heng looked at Wen Min with a smile, and said with a quipped face, he was very surprised which student's composition made the teacher of this essay not calm.

Wen Min smiled a little embarrassed, nodded and said, "Students in our class, you see, I can't even write this essay." Handing the paper to Zhang Heng, Wen Min didn't mind elevating her student's skills, saying that she couldn't even write, which was a bit exaggerated, which also showed that she had a high evaluation.

Zhang Heng was really shocked at this time, looked at Wen Min in amazement, stretched out his hand to take the volume, and looked at it fixedly.

'If', this proposition, well, is Wen Min's way.

Then, Zhang Heng's face slowly became solemn, surprised, shocked, and finally, he put down the scroll in his hand in a daze, looked at Wen Min, and stumbled and said: "Teacher Wen, I am sure that this composition can be reported, and it is no problem to turn it into a square word." ”

An Zishan didn't know what was going on in the office at all, and if he knew, it was estimated that he would just be smiling, but this teacher's vision is still good, and this short story was indeed published in a relatively authoritative literary newspaper in China in his previous life.

Wen Min nodded approvingly, and said with emotion: "I think so too, so I give full marks for this essay, and I have never given a full score for this essay." ”

"Full score, where is it so easy, I have been teaching for more than ten years, and I have seen it twice, or when it happened in the high school entrance examination, which is not all the students who are competing for key high schools, at least they are all provincial key high schools, and the city key high schools are not qualified. ”

Zhang Heng also sighed with emotion, as if he remembered the past many years ago, this is an old teacher who has been in the industry for more than ten years, and he basically joined the school at the same time as the establishment of Shanyang Junior High School, so he also believes that this essay has a full score.

This is too rare, which shows that An Zishan's article has been recognized by the language group of the junior and third-level departments, and it has been unanimously rated as a full-score essay, at least none of the students in this class have such an honor, although this is only a small test, neither a mid-term and final exam, nor a big entrance examination such as the high school entrance examination.

However, the fact that an essay can be recognized by the subject teachers of the entire grade department and receive a full score is in itself a symbol of ability, and there is no doubt about it.

So, under Zhang Heng's gaze, Wen Min cautiously picked up the red ink pen for the correction homework, took a deep breath, and then slowly wrote down the score of 50 points in the composition correction office, comment: full score for proposition, full score for writing, full score for logic, full score for grammatical arrangement.

Few people can understand what it means for a perfect score essay to be born, and how rare a perfect score essay is.

To put it simply, if this is a full-score essay for the high school entrance examination, then you can enter a national key high school without examination, and if it is a full-score essay for the college entrance examination, those key universities at the 985 and 211 levels, and even Peking University, which is the hall of liberal arts, will be downgraded.