In June 1999, Wang Zheng's family returned to Taohualing Village from the Wanwan area. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you follow the trajectory of your previous life, in another month, Wang Zheng will take the high school entrance examination, and then successfully enter Lu Zhong No. 4 Middle School, and then become a high school student in Class 5 of Level 31 of Lu Zhong No. 4 Middle School.

However, now, because he has dropped out of school for a long time, he can't go back in this life no matter what.

High school, which is a place that everyone who has experienced it thought was hell, only to look back and find that it is clearly heaven.

Yang Ming, Liu Tao, Cui Wei and Cui Qiang, as well as Wu Huahua, are still studying hard in the classroom of junior high school.

However, when listening to his mother chatting with Yang Mingniang, Wang Zheng heard that Yang Ming was struggling to study, and felt that there was no hope for the high school entrance examination, so he couldn't think about it.

After Wang Zheng heard the news, he couldn't help but worry about his little friend.

Then, at noon the next day, Wang Zheng drove to Dazhai Township Junior High School.

In 1999, the management of various schools was still very lax, and strangers came to the school, and the guards who watched the gate almost never ignored them. And the biggest role of the doorman is actually to send and receive letters.

Looking at the letters hanging on the window of the communication room at the door, Wang Zheng smiled.

When he was in junior high school, around the beginning of the second semester of junior high school, and then until the third year of junior high school, Wang Zheng was very fond of collecting stamps.

However, at that time, I liked stamp collecting, but I didn't have the money to buy stamps, so I could only watch who came to the door of the communication room and ask the owner of the letter.

In the Dazhai Township Junior High School at that time, there were seven or eight people in the small circle who liked stamp collecting, and then seven or eight of them stared at the letters on the windows of the communication room almost all day long.

Generally speaking, the people who write letters are elementary school classmates, relatives, pen pals, etc., who are not in the same school.

In 1999, pen pals were popular, and on the back covers of many magazines, there would be many readers' messages and address information, and then many people would use the information to communicate with each other. No one knows anyone, and then the boys and girls tell a stranger what is in their hearts, which is also a cool thing.

In his previous life, Wang Zheng still remembered that there was a girl named Chen Xue in the second class at that time, and there were often letters, and then he often went to Chen Xue to ask for stamps.

Wang Zheng parked the car under the big willow tree south of the entrance of Dazhai Township Middle School, and then swaggered into the school.

When passing by the door of the communication room, Wang Zheng deliberately glanced at the letter on the window of the communication room and smiled.

"Chen Xue, Chen Xue, I didn't ask you for stamps this time."

However, on the envelope of Chen Xue's letter, the stamp has long been torn off by whom.

In his previous life, he secretly tore the stamps on other people's envelopes, and Wang Zheng also did this. Especially the new stamps, everyone does not have them, and it is not easy to get them if they ask the owner of the letter, so sometimes they simply take such a brutal approach.

Wang Zheng guessed that it should be Wang Nan from Class 9 who tore Chen Xue's stamp this time.

Because he saw that Wang Nan's class was sports, he had the most time to commit crimes.

However, Wang Zheng knows Wang Nan, and Wang Nan probably doesn't know Wang Zheng now.

Oh, no, it should be Wang Nan who knows Wang Zheng's name, but he will never grab stamps with himself like in his previous life.

There was no one in the communication room, because the son of the old man in the communication room contracted the school cafeteria, and then there were still two or three minutes before the end of school, and the old man in the communication room had already gone to help his son sell vegetables.

In 1999, the cafeteria of Dazhai Township Junior High School sold large pots of vegetables and steamed buns to students and teachers.

There are more than 1,400 students in Dazhai Township Junior High School, and most of them eat at school, except for a few people from neighboring villages.

Most of the students bring food from home, a rectangular lunch box, most of which are fried pickles, and some lean meat and eggs may be put in the pickles if they are in good condition, and pickles are directly in poor conditions. The staple food is mainly cornmeal pancakes, and there are a few who take steamed buns.

Then there are some people who will cook from the canteen, and the canteen can sell more than 100 dishes at noon. However, there are very few people who play a whole portion, and most of them are paid for three cents.

The dish, nominally called pork cabbage, but there is almost no pork, it is all cabbage, and if you can occasionally hit a bite of pork, then it is estimated that you can buy a lottery ticket today.

Wang Zheng stood at the door of the communication room for a while, and then heard the old-fashioned ringing of a bell in the southeast corner of the playground. Looks like the school's electric bell is broken again.

When Wang Zheng was in school, the school's electric bell broke every once in a while. Then there was a power outage, so many times, the bell that Wang Zheng heard for class was an old-fashioned hand-pulled bell.

The principal personally rang the bell, and the treatment of the students was quite high.

At present, there is only one teaching building in Dazhai Township Middle School, and opposite the teaching building where Wang Zheng was in school, the Shaw teaching building built with the donation of Run Run Shaw has not yet started, and the project will not start until next year.

Wang Zheng didn't want to take credit from Mr. Shao, he wanted to leave his good name to Mr. Shao.

After the bell rang, I saw a tidal stream of students rushing out of the classroom on the first floor and running towards the room opposite the teaching building.

The first batch of students who rushed out did not fetch food, but went to the dormitory to carry water.

Because there are almost 50 of the more than 60 students in a class who have to eat in the school, every day at noon, each class will arrange four students to go to the school room to fetch water.

The school room is next to the school cafeteria, and the boiling water is all tap water, and by 1999, the tap water in Gangcheng County was still comparable to the mineral water in 2016.

There are four students in one class, two carrying iron buckets and two pulling wooden sticks, and there are 88 students in 22 classes in the school.

Because there are only six taps for hot water in the school room, it takes at least two or three minutes to fill a tin bucket of water, so if you run slowly, you will delay the whole class to eat later.

Because of this, all the students who carried the water used their strength to run away.

Looking at these things that he had done himself, Wang Zheng smiled. This era is so beautiful.

In the crowd, Wang Zheng saw Liu Tao first, and Liu Tao also saw Wang Zheng.

"Brother Zheng, why do you have time to come and see us today?"

Wang Zheng smiled and said, "You go and call them all over, let's go to the grove across the river to eat, I'll bring good things." ”

When Liu Tao heard this, he nodded excitedly and said, "Okay, Brother Zheng, you are really my own brother, I'll call it." ”