Since the village chronicle of Chenhuangzhai Village was established, there has been no record of the more famous strange people and great men in the village chronicle, let alone after entering the United Kingdom of Great China.

It's just that the "feng shui" of Chen Huangzhai Village is not good, not to mention whether it can be the champion of the high school entrance examination and the champion of the college entrance examination, even if you can get a relatively high score in these two exams, no one has been able to complete it for nearly 50 years.

Therefore, every time there is a meeting, Chen Qiming always has to be ridiculed by the village chiefs of Xiaoqingshan Village and Yuanqian Village, and then he has no way to refute it, especially since Xiaoqingshan Village and Yuanqian Village have produced several young people who have been admitted to high schools in the city center in the past few years, although the high schools they were admitted to are second-level standard schools. But in the eyes of the villagers, the city center is far better than the county high school.

In this high school entrance examination, Ning Zhichu scored 635 points. Although Chen Qiming didn't know how many of these 635 points could rank, he knew very well that this score meant that Ning Zhichu could be admitted to the middle school in the city center, and he could be much more powerful than the classmate from Xiaoqingshan Village who was admitted to Xinning No. 2 Middle School the year before last.

After all, that classmate could only be admitted to Xinning No. 2 Middle School with 563.

"****, you go and invite Wang Shengli from the village to come over and see how to slaughter the two pigs in my pig pen."

Chen Qiming regretted to hear that the best pig killer in the next village went to the town to sell pork, and if he came back, it would be dark, so he gritted his teeth and asked his second brother Chen **** to call Wang Shengli in his village.

Although Wang Shengli's skills are not good, he is from his own village, and now he is in a hurry, so he can only rush Wang Shengli to the shelf.

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"Uncle Chen, I heard you called me?"

Soon, Wang Shengli, who was working in the fields, was called over by Chen ****. Although Wang Shengli heard Chen **** say that Ning Zhichu scored more than 600 points in the middle school entrance examination, he sneered in his heart.

In his heart, in these villages, there is no student child who can get such a high score.

After all, it is close to Daqingshan, and the traffic is more inconvenient than the Nanshan Society on the other side of the mountain, at least the Nanshan Society has a road directly to Yuanjiang District, and if Chenhuangzhai Village wants to get to the town, you have to walk for an hour, not to mention how strong the teaching ability of the teachers who are willing to come here to teach.

At least the second girl in his family, who is in elementary school, brings back double duck eggs for him every time he takes an exam, so that he can't hold his head up in the neighborhood. Then Wang Shengli also heard that the little guy of the Ning family had a period of time to play with the bastards in the society when he was in junior high school, and this kind of person could score more than 600 points?

Wang Shengli didn't believe it in his heart.

It's just that when he got closer and closer to Ning Zhichu's house, the point of view he insisted on in his heart was shaken.

Because he saw that the mothers-in-law in the basic village all came to Ning Zhichu's house to help, some were holding dishes and plates, some were holding kitchen utensils, and some were chatting together while peeling garlic.

And a few sturdy men in the village had already taken off their shirts and were naked, preparing to set up a rectangular tent in the open space in front of Ning Zhichu's house. Another group of men brought the dismantled tables and chairs from the neighbors next door to the Ning family, and then reassembled them on the spot. Once the tent is set up, it's time to set it up.

Therefore, it is not possible for the king to win and not believe. Seeing this scene, Wang Shengli had already believed most of it in his heart, and then he came to the village chief Chen **** and asked, "Uncle Chen, you called me?" ”

Chen ****, who had just commanded the villagers to build the earthen stove, wiped the sweat on his face, looked at Wang Shengli who walked in front of him, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Shengli, you will come and kill the two pigs in my house later." ”

"Ah, Uncle Chen, aren't your two pigs going to be killed during the Chinese New Year?"

Wang Shengli was very surprised, he knew that Chen **** would personally raise two pigs every year, and then kill them during the Spring Festival to worship his ancestors and God.

It's just that it's only July now, and Chen **** is going to kill the pigs that have been raised for 5 months, which really surprised Wang Shengli.

"Therefore, the boy of his family is angry and earns face for the village," Chen **** looked at Ning Zhichu, who was talking to the children in the village, and nodded with satisfaction, "Therefore, he lives in such a dilapidated house now, and he does not use the money to build buildings, but contributes to the village to build roads." Even if I contribute 2 pigs, it's nothing. ”

After hearing this, the villagers gathered around Chen **** nodded one after another. They asked themselves if they couldn't be as noble as Ning Guhou, so they worked harder to increase their strength to celebrate the feast where Ning Zhichu had scored more than 600 points.

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As soon as July 7 passed, Chenhuangzhai Village gradually restored the tranquility of chickens and dogs that do not sing each other.

Ning Zhichu's family also has fewer villagers who watch the excitement, except for those aunts, who still have three meals a day like punching in, and come to Ning Zhichu's house on time to chat with Ning's mother and Ning Zhichu's grandmother, and in the small talk again and again, Ning Zhichu's name has been spread to several villages in Fangyuan.

Including Ning Zhichu, Chen Huangzhai Village had a total of 35 candidates of the same age in this high school entrance examination. Except for Ning Zhichu, who scored 635 points, only Chen Zhihang's people scored 550 points and had the opportunity to go to Xinpu No. 1 Middle School, and the rest were all below 500 points, including Ning Zhichang, whose student status was still retained in Chenhuangzhai Village, and it was dangerous to even continue to go to the high school of Chengnan Middle School.

Ning Zhijin was in the sixth grade, like Ning Zhicheng, and transferred his school status to Xinnan Town, so although he came out of Chenhuangzhai Village, he was not regarded as his own person by the village.

When this matter almost cooled down, Ning Zhichu and his family came to the cemetery of Ning Wendong in Houshan.

Ning Guhou and Chen Yue'e carefully removed the weeds that grew on the cemetery, and then placed the sacrifices they brought in front of the tombstone.

Then Ning Guhou and Chen Yue'e knelt down, the two looked at each other, Ning Guhou looked at the tombstone, and said the score of Ning Zhichu's high school entrance examination, "Dad, Achu's high school entrance examination results are out, and I only came to tell you today." Thanks to your blessing, Achu himself was also angry and came out with such a good score. You don't have to worry about Achu not studying well anymore, Dad, you can rest assured......"

At the end, Ning Guhou's eyes were red, and he choked up and couldn't speak.

During the time when Ning Wendong was admitted to the hospital, Ning Wendong was most concerned about his favorite grandson Ning Zhichu, worried that he would not study well and take a detour, and he was still thinking about it until he left.

Ning Zhichu stood behind Ning Guhou, his eyes staring at the words engraved on the tombstone, without saying a word, but his heart was already filled with sad feelings.

If the time had been a little earlier, he would not have to go through the pain of losing his loved ones again. Although people grow old like grass withering, it is a truth that time has passed for thousands of years, but it remains the same.

The candle breathed out, and the cyan fog swirled in the air. There was a yellow butterfly, suddenly dancing in the wind, and then landed on top of the tombstone, winged and stopped, its eyes seemed to be fixed on the empty space in front of the tombstone.