"However, Chencang High School is admitted to Capital University and Tsinghua Garden University every year, but Fuliu High School is not necessarily."

Wang Wenhu was almost persuaded by his son Wang Qiang, but he still hesitated a little and said. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Capital University and Tsinghua Garden University, if you want to be admitted, you must not only study hard, but also have certain learning skills and talents.

Although my sister often ranks in the top 10 in her grade, she has never won the first place, let alone in the county, I estimate that her score is also around 50.

In the three years of high school, it is only possible for my sister to improve her grades to the top five in her grade, but I feel that it is difficult," Wang Qiang analyzed.

"You kid, you don't know how to give me and your mother some hope, so can you?" Wang Wenhu looked at Wang Qiang and said.

"If my sister can often be the first in Fuliu High School, maybe she can be admitted. Anyway, I feel like I can't pass the exam myself, but it's still possible for other schools," Wang Qiang said with great self-knowledge.

"You kid, are you discouraged now, work hard, maybe there is still hope" Although Wang Wenhu also felt that what Wang Qiang said was right, he still felt that he couldn't give up so easily, and encouraged.

"Well, Mom and Dad, I'll work hard," Wang Qiang said.

In the evening, his father Wang Wenhu told his sister Wang Jing about their decision: "Jingjing, you just need to go to school in our Fuliu High School, stay close to home, and you can come back often."

"Okay then" Although Wang Jing really wanted to go to Chencang Petroleum High School to study with her sister-in-law, she still agreed with her parents' decision.

Chencang Petroleum High School is a high school for the children of Chencang Petroleum Steel Pipe Factory.

Hearing that Wang Jing agreed to go to Fuliu High School, Wang Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. In the last life, my sister went to Chencang Petroleum High School to study, but because she and her sister-in-law often went out to play together, they ended up influencing each other, and no one was admitted to a university, and they only went to a second-class university.

"I hope that in this life, my sister and sister-in-law can be admitted to a better university," Wang Qiang said secretly in his heart.

Wang Qiang dragged the relationship through the back door and entered Fuliu High School for three years, and he knows more about this school and knows that it has some special traditions, so it is also for the sake of his sister that Wang Jing went to Fuliu High School.

My sister's affairs are basically settled, and Wang Qiang is idle, and in addition to reading books, he is looking for Liu Xiaolong and them to brag and fart.

On this day, Wang Qiang just came back from outside and saw an elder from his hometown at home, talking to his father Wang Wenhu.

"Fifth master, Dad" Wang Qiang greeted.

This elder is a relative of Wang Qiang's family who is a little related by blood, named Wang Heilao, but he is not an immediate relative, Wang Wenhu calls him the fifth uncle, and he is the village chief in the village.

Wang Qiang sat next to him and listened for a while, only to figure out that the village planned to build a water tower and a water pipe network, and every household had to pay a part of the money.

People in my hometown have always had to pull a rack car and an iron bucket to get water at the only faucet in the village.

There is a water tower in the village, but it is not built high, so the water pressure is not very high, which cannot meet the water supply of the whole village, and there is only one faucet in the whole village.

This faucet is managed by a special person, and it is usually locked with a lock, and it is only opened with a key when needed.

Usually, when families need water, they use a rack cart to pull a 200-liter iron bucket to the only tap in the village to fill a bucket of water.

After the bucket is filled, go home and transfer the water in the bucket to the kitchen tank, and the bucket keeper charges five cents.

"How do we calculate the water tower and water pipes this time?" asked Wang Qiang next to him.

"This time to build a water tower, the village plans to build a water tower with the next village. At that time, the pipeline will be connected to both villages, so that the average cost to each house will be much lower, and the height of the tower will be much higher, and the water pressure will be much more abundant," explained the village chief.

"Fifth uncle, how much is the average amount per household this time?" Wang Wenhu added some water to the cup in front of Wang Heilao and said.

"Three hundred and fifty-four dollars per household"

Wang Heilao took the leather bag on the coffee table, took out a document and handed it to Wang Wenhu, and said.

Wang Wenhu picked up the document and looked at it, and said to Wang Heilao:

"Fifth uncle, then I'll pay the installation fee for my and my brother's water pipes."

"Let me do the math, how much is it in total?" Wang Heilao nodded and said.

"Seven hundred and eight pieces in total," Wang Qiang said as he did a silent calculation beside him.

Wang Wenhu handed the money to Wang Heilao, who accepted the money, took out a notebook from his purse, and issued a receipt to Wang Wenhu.

After the father and son sent Wang Heilao away and returned home, Wang Qiang said to his father, who was about to pick up the receipt on the coffee table to read:

"Dad, if we build tap water in our village, if there are three hundred and fifty-four per household, there is not much money in total, right?"

"There are less than 500 households in our village, 354 families, and less than 200,000 in total," Wang Wenhu said.

"That's not a lot, our family can donate all the money to help the village do this," Wang Qiang said.

"How can you have such an idea," Wang Wenhu said with a dumb face.

"I think we've made some money in the past few years, and I'm thinking about whether we can contribute to the village," Wang Wenhu said.

"It's good that you have this kind of thought," Wang Wenhu said with relief, "but this will not only not let the villagers remember our goodness, but will also cause us a lot of trouble."

Seeing that Wang Qiang still didn't understand, Wang Wenhu continued: "More than 300 yuan per household can be taken out by the people in our village, if we pay for everyone this time, next time no matter what happens in the village, we will want to pay everyone's money, if we don't pay, someone will definitely say bad things about us behind our backs."

"How could that be?" Wang Qiang was a little incredulous.

"Have you ever heard an idiom, Shengmien, Doumien?" Wang Wenhu moved back, leaned on the back of the sofa, and said.

"I've heard that," Wang Qiang said.

"Then do you know what that means?" Wang Wenhu asked.

"I don't know, it should be when you give a small amount of rice, others will remember your kindness, but when you give a lot, the other party will take what you give for granted, and it is likely that they will have an enmity with you" Wang Qiang thought for a while and said.

"Yes, that's right. Things are the same in our village," Wang Wenhu said with a smile, but his smile looked a little helpless.

"How can this be" Wang Qiang also felt helpless about the ugliness of human nature.

"In the future, when we have the opportunity, we can build a library or something for the village, or build some sports equipment, in short, we can do something for the people in the village, but we can't do it without principles," Wang Wenhu said.

Hearing Wang Wenhu say this, Wang Qiang felt that he still had a lot to learn in the future.