In the evening, Amy took Minco to the study class early, and at this time, there was no one in the room, and it was pitch black everywhere.

They lit kerosene lamps, illuminating the lame tables and benches in front of them, and they went to the place where they had been sitting, lit another kerosene lamp as well, and took out their books and began to review.

Gradually, the educated youths and villagers came to the study class one after another, and a kerosene lamp illuminated every corner of the study class.

Zhao Peng didn't know about Ming Ke's mother's rehabilitation, and when he saw him in the classroom at first glance, he showed a mocking smile and walked up to him:

"Isn't this our college student? Why condescend to sit in this shabby classroom, you should go to the cable classroom in the city to read! ”

Mingke calmly flipped the page, taking the sound in his ears as if it were a buzzing fly.

Zhao Peng thought that he didn't get a place in the college entrance examination when he went to the city today, so he didn't dare to argue with himself now, and he became more and more proud.

Stretched out his hand and patted Mingke on the shoulder, smiling "persuasion":

"Mingke, don't be so discouraged if you can't take the college entrance examination, you have to know that in this world, everything, the level of people is already doomed, just like you are a bad element, we are educated youth, and the fact that you have been trampled under our feet is not a day or two, in fact, I don't think you should be sad, after all, you have been used to it for so long."

"Tsk, this is a dog that is not on a leash and ran out to bite."

The more Amy listened, the more angry she became, she closed her book, looked up at Zhao Peng, and said.

"How do you speak, it's worthy of staying with bad elements for a long time, and even the quality has become low, and you are a dog when you open your mouth and close your mouth."

Zhao Peng stood up straight, glared at Amy, and lectured her in a superior tone.

"Zhao Peng, I now find that you are very well developed, and there is no shortage of nutrition, you look at this strong body, coupled with such a big pig's head, it is a beautiful scenery everywhere."

Amy raised her head fearlessly and sneered.

"You," Zhao Peng didn't find a suitable language, and gave Amy a blank look:

"My manly husband doesn't bother with an ignorant woman like you."

As soon as he finished saying this, Ming Ke grabbed his wrist and clenched it hard.

Zhao Peng tried to break free several times but failed, he only felt that his wrist was getting more and more painful, and the skin and flesh on both sides were getting closer and closer, as if his wrist would be broken in the next second.

Mingke pursed his lips, feeling that it was almost over, let go of his wrist, turned around and looked straight at him.

Zhao Peng's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he stammered and asked:

"You, what do you want to do?"

Ming Ke didn't speak, he grabbed his wrist again, and as soon as he pulled his hands, his wrist was dislocated, and the classroom suddenly screamed again and again.

The people who were originally at ease to review turned around and looked behind them when they heard this voice.

I saw beads of sweat the size of beans slipping down Zhao Peng's face, tilting his head, no, it should be said that his whole body was crooked, and the expression on his face was extremely painful:

"Mingke, you, you are good, I will go to the village party secretary now, I want to see if you can stay in this village with peace of mind if you break my hand."

"You're right."

Minke nodded, a look of approval, and then he grabbed his hand again and connected his bones.

There was another cry of pain in the room, and Ming Ke plucked out his ears with a look of disgust:

"I've broken my wrist twice!"

Zhao Peng understood what he meant, and thought to himself: You are a freak, who is like you.

But he didn't dare to say this, after this time, he was really afraid of the boy in front of him, he was too inhuman, he would break people if he didn't agree with him, would he dare to be more hardcore?

Zhao Peng rubbed his wrist and slowly sat back to his position.

At this time, those people in the study class who were bored and wanted to find Ming Ke'er also stopped thinking, after all, Zhao Peng's voice knew how painful it was just by listening to it.

Amy looked at the departing Zhao Peng and gave Ming Ke a thumbs up from under the table.

When Ming Ke saw it, he coughed proudly, lowered his head and whispered:

"Do you want to learn? I'll teach you another day. ”

Amy shook her head and whispered back:

"Forget it, I'm only suitable for verbal fights, like this method of revenge against people, it's too perverted, I can't learn it."

When Ming Ke heard this, he frowned and asked silently:

"Am I a pervert?"

Amy gave him a "what do you say" look, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled. All of them were engaged in intense revision.

Slowly, the hot summer passed, and people took off their thin shirts and changed into somewhat heavy tunics to welcome the autumn.

As soon as autumn arrives, the crops in the field are also ripe, and there are golden patches everywhere, and people are happy to see the fruitful plants, because this indicates that their efforts this year have not been in vain, and Mao'er Village may become the village with the most grain in the entire Red Star Brigade.

After another period of time, the village party secretary arranged for everyone to harvest grain, and at this time, the problem came.

"Sanmao, what are you doing, why don't you work."

A woman working in the field straightened up and said to the boy who was sitting with his head bowed and bending down to write.

"Mother, aren't I tired? You wait for me to rest for a while, and I'll do it for you, you and my dad will do it first! ”

When Aunt Zhao, who was standing in the field, heard this, she threw the farm tools in her hand on the ground, ran to the child's side in three or five steps, grabbed his ears and dragged them to the ground:

"Tired of what? I didn't rest with your dad all morning, and you did it for a while and you tired you like this? ”

"Mom!" The boy took his mother's hand, rubbed his reddened ears vigorously, frowned, and said:

"I'm nineteen years old this year, it's not small, people who know the youth are preparing for the college entrance examination, I also want to go, but you also know that my study time is too short, if I don't pay attention to it, how can I pass the exam!"

Aunt Zhao picked up the rake that was placed horizontally on the ground, pointed it at her son with a handle, and smashed it on him without saying a word:

"You unlucky child, we made you literate at the beginning, just to keep you from falling behind, but I didn't expect you to forget your own books, the most important thing now is your broken books? I'm going to kill you little bunny today. ”

"Mom, Mom. I'm wrong, I'm wrong, can't I? I'm going to get back to work. ”

Ermao said with a sad face while hiding.

"Really?"

Aunt Zhao was also tired, put the rake on the ground, and asked.

"Well, really, I'll do my job right now."

Although Sanmao wanted to squat on the ground and write, his mother was too powerful, and he could only reluctantly pick up his own farm tools because of his mother's prestige.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in the fields of Mao'er Village, and it is common to see a middle-aged woman chasing after her child these days.

Amy and Mingke didn't have anything else to think about, and An An harvested their own piece of land.

However, because the people who know the youth are going to take the college entrance examination, their minds are not in the ground at all, and they try their best to ask for leave, be lazy, and use the time they "steal" to study. I always feel dispensable for the work score, and they will leave here after the college entrance examination anyway.

"Uncle Quan, I have an upset stomach today, I'll go back and rest first, and I'll definitely make up for the morning's work in the afternoon."

Liu Jianfang just came to work for a while, and then came to Uncle Quan with farm tools to ask for leave.

"Liu Jianfang, you said the same thing yesterday, but you didn't do it in the afternoon, if you continue like this, be careful that the village chief deducts your work."

Uncle Quan frowned and frightened, he really didn't want to let her go, because he knew that as long as he let her go, the rest would find different reasons to leave.

"Oh, I'm really sick to my stomach! In case you faint in the field, can you take the responsibility? ”

Liu Jianfang lowered her head and rolled her eyes, muttering quietly.

"You ......" Uncle Quan choked on her, stretched out his index finger and pointed at her a few times, and said angrily:

"Okay, if you want to ask for it, I'll deduct your work."

I thought that Liu Jianfang would be a little more restrained when I said this, but I didn't expect the other party to care at all:

"Okay, if you want to deduct it, you can deduct it!"

With that, she took her farm tools and left.

After a while, the remaining educated youths in the field also found reasons and left one after another. Uncle Quan looked at the grain in the field that was basically unharvested, and his head was big.

After eating at noon, the village party secretary was about to lie on the kang and rest for a while, when more than a dozen villagers came in from outside. Seeing this, he had no choice but to put on his own clothes and go out.

"What are you doing here, don't sleep at home and prepare for the afternoon's work. What's the matter with coming to my house? ”

Aunt Zhao raised her head and looked at him with a sad face:

"Uncle, you have to help us find a way, we are all going to be hurt by the college entrance examination. You said that studying was a good thing, but because of the study delayed the work in the field, it was really not cost-effective, and my son seemed to be crazy these days. I ask for leave to go home every day to review, I don't listen to what I say, you say, I beat and scolded and scolded, you can't really let us beat the child to death! ”

The people behind her echoed her words:

"Yes, my family is like this."

"The child in my family is too, he is beaten and scolded, but he is disobedient."

"My children are a little better, but in addition to working and studying, they don't eat well every day, and they have lost a lot of weight."

“……”

The village party secretary was about to open his mouth, but Uncle Quan spoke out with a black face:

"Lao Yan, what they said is good, don't you know that the educated youth in our village, they all have stomach aches every day, so much the land at the foot of Tianshan Mountain has harvested a small piece, I said that the work points will be deducted, those children don't care at all, I really have no choice."

"What? They don't work? Aren't all the children of my family picked up by them? ”