Zhou Xiaoquan went to find Aunt Ge with the two catties of cornmeal that Zhou Xiaoan gave him.

Mrs. Wang is so unlucky these days, and she may be even more unlucky in the future, and she will definitely seek Aunt Ge's guidance.

Zhou Xiao'an asked Aunt Ge to tell Mrs. Wang that Zhou Xiaoling Ke was the luck of the Wang family, and now she couldn't control her by letting her come out with blood once a month, and she had to kowtow to the ancestors of the Wang family once every three days.

tied Zhou Xiaoling and Mrs. Wang together, it is best to let Mrs. Wang take her with her when she returns to the countryside in the future!

But this may not work, Zhou Xiaoling has a lot of fancy intestines, and it is impossible to be bullied by Mrs. Wang all the time without fighting back.

If you really want to talk about playing tricks, Mrs. Wang is definitely not Zhou Xiaoling's opponent.

But Mrs. Wang is arrogant and ignorant, and she is very fatal to mess around, and she occupies the identity of an elder, which is enough for Zhou Xiaoling to drink a pot!

The more chaotic the fight between these two people is, the better they are, and they don't have the heart to trouble their brother and sister anymore.

Zhou Xiaoan packed another bag of round biscuits for his younger brother, asked him to serve dinner, sent him away, and happily went back to the dormitory.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and it's a day of evening school.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaoan couldn't be happy. She hasn't written the word practice homework assigned by Teacher Fan yet, and there is a Pan Mingyuan in the night school......

Zhou Xiaoan hurriedly ate something, ran back to the dormitory, lay on the bed, and pitifully rushed homework.

There was not even a table in the dormitory, and the aisle was less than half a meter wide, so Zhou Xiaoan could only lie on the bed and catch up with his homework with a small light bulb of 15 watts.

In this way, we had to hurry up, and the power was cut off at half past nine in the evening.

Fortunately, she lives in the upper bunk, otherwise she wouldn't even have this light!

Zhou Xiaoan's words don't need to be disguised, acting in his true colors is enough to make Mr. Fan frown.

Except for a little bit of pen strokes, it's not much the same as a primary school student who hasn't practiced calligraphy.

She didn't go to school in primary school, and was taught and studied by Zhou's mother at home. At that time, the doctor said that her condition continued to be serious and there was a possibility of developing autism, so everyone focused on treating her, and no one had the heart to worry about her words.

Let her sit with her head bored and practice calligraphy, isn't that more autistic?

So Zhou Xiaoan knew a lot of Chinese characters at that time, but he really didn't write much. When I reached junior high school and was able to enter school normally, I had already missed the best time to practice calligraphy.

She has always had social phobia, and her family was still afraid that closing her to practice calligraphy would make her more homely, so they turned a blind eye to her and let her write a dog's hand.

Therefore, Zhou Xiaoan, who has a university degree, writes at a lower level than primary school graduates.

Zhou Xiaoan wrote for a while, felt that his hands were numb, and changed his left hand to his right hand and continued to write. She uses her left and right hands the same, and the level is just as bad.

After thinking about it, it seems that her old friend sent her a video about practicing calligraphy.

Her handwriting is ugly, which can be counted in the entire Chinese department. The dead friends thought she was ashamed and wanted to urge her to practice calligraphy......

Zhou Xiaoan ran to the space and flipped out his phone, and soon found the downloaded video file.

I opened it and looked at it for a while, it was very practical and beneficial!

Zhou Xiaoan kissed the mobile phone, and then ran out to practice calligraphy excitedly.

Before the lights went out in the dormitory, Zhou Xiaoan started work left and right, and finally completed Teacher Fan's homework with two hands, so tired that her arms were numb.

Fortunately, she has gained a lot, and with the guidance of that practice video, even she feels that her words seem to be pleasing to the eye.

Well, like, just like, and only a little bit......

Anyway, Zhou Xiaoan feels that he has improved!

She went out in the dark, shivered under the faucet in the yard and washed in cold water, and came back to huddle under the covers and shiver.

Zhou Xiaoan was planning to get some boiling water tomorrow and fill the drip bottle as a soup woman, while practicing calligraphy in the quilt.

In this era, one of the most important criteria for cultural people is academic qualifications, and the other is your words.

She has no academic qualifications, and if you want people to recognize her, you have to rely on a good word.

Practicing a good handwriting is not something that can be practiced in a day or two.

Zhou Xiaoan took a deep breath, everything is difficult at the beginning, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step! She's ready for a long time!

His hand continued to pull in the quilt, and Zhou Xiao'an's life goal was added!

I got up early the next morning, shivered outside and washed with cold water, then ran to the cafeteria to get a penny vegetable soup, and brought it back to the dormitory to warm my hands with vegetable soup while drinking milk and eating bread.

Most of the vegetable soup is half an enamel jar, no food stamps are collected, there are two cabbage gangs in it, not even a green onion, only a little turbid appearance is used to distinguish the water, not to mention what oil beads can be seen.

Zhou Xiaoan is almost sure that this is the brush pot water that fried cabbage last night and put a little salt!

Like Zhou Xiaoan, there are many people who only make a vegetable soup for breakfast, and most of the workers in the dormitory are not local, and most of them are recruited from rural areas, and the family burden is very heavy, so it feels good to drink hot soup and go to work in the morning.

Evening classes are full on Sundays, starting at half past eight in the morning, with a one-and-a-half-hour break at noon, and five in the afternoon.

When Zhou Xiaoan arrived at school, he first smoothed out yesterday's homework book before putting it on the desk.

Writing on the bed, the notebook is a little wrinkled, which makes the stinky Zhou Xiaoan very unacceptable.

You have to find a place to write! Zhou Xiaoan pondered while continuing to practice calligraphy before class.

There are more than 20 students in this advanced class taught by Mr. Fan, and after everyone came, they either practiced calligraphy or exchanged learning information with their classmates, which was very serious and active.

The age group of the students is also very wide, the oldest uncle looks like he is fifty years old, and the youngest is Zhou Xiao'an, who is huddled in the corner to minimize his sense of existence.

Everyone was very actively crowded in the front row, for fear of missing out on any knowledge. Only she was cowering in the corner of the back door, afraid that her teachers and classmates would notice.

Teacher Fan is very punctual and serious in class. It's just that I often have to go out while everyone is doing exercises, Zhou Xiaoan looked through the crack in the door, and Teacher Fan leaned against the wall of the corridor every time to close his eyes and rest for a while before coming in to continue the class.

Seeing that Teacher Fan was so thin that the green tendons on his neck were completely protruding, and his face was black and yellow, Zhou Xiaoan couldn't bear it.

Even if the energy is obviously insufficient, the homework he corrected for Zhou Xiaoan is very serious, and even the words that she habitually drops out of the strokes are tirelessly circled one by one, and she writes a word more than a dozen times, so he circles a dozen and changes it more than a dozen times.

During the break, Zhou Xiaoan ran to the office, asked Teacher Fan for a chair with a back and put it next to the desk, and used his own enamel jar to make him a cup of thick sugar water and put it on the podium.

The back chair is not idle, the office staff has a handful, Zhou Xiaoan secretly stuffed two eggs to a young man whose daughter-in-law had just given birth, and promised to come and move it only when Mr. Fan was in class, and he would send him back immediately after class, and invite him to sit on the bench for a while.

Teacher Fan came to class again, was stunned for a moment when he saw something, and finally accepted it without saying a word.

Seeing that Teacher Fan was sitting on the chair and drinking thick sugar water, a little more energetic than in the previous class, Zhou Xiaoan hid in the corner and smiled like a little mouse stealing oil.

PS: There is a fifth shift at ten o'clock in the evening~ (to be continued.) )