The conductor listened to Xie Xiaonian's words, although he didn't ignore her completely like just now, but he didn't respond enthusiastically like he did with a middle-aged woman, and she was ready to educate Xie Xiaonian at this time.

But when the conductor turned his head and saw Xie Xiaonian's face being sallow, with a rag wrapped around her head, her body was also covered with patches, and she was carrying a basket on her back, looking like a poor little girl in the countryside, and she looked at her with an embarrassed face, and her original reproach was a little unspeakable.

In the end, the conductor opened his mouth and didn't say anything else, he directly collected the money, gave the ticket, and didn't pay attention to Xiao Nian.

Xie Xiaonian was a little embarrassed, took the ticket and quickly found a seat to sit down. It seems that she really doesn't know enough about the current era, so she has to pay more attention in the future and don't get into trouble.

After arriving at the school, Xie Xiaonian went directly to the head teacher's office.

When I arrived, the head teacher, Mr. Wang, was correcting the homework, and when she saw Xie Xiaonian coming in, she hurriedly said: "Xie Xiaonian, why didn't you come yesterday, I was saying, ask the classmates in your village about your situation!" ”

Head teacher Xie Xiaonian is a middle-aged man in his 40s, dressed in a clean Mao suit, with a pen in his breast pocket, standing straight, with the arrogance of a literati, and he is also very decent.

Even if the current students are always making revolutions and not studying hard, he has never given up on any of the students, and he is still conscientiously engaged in education, and he is the teacher most admired by the original owner.

"Teacher Wang, my family conditions are difficult, and I can't continue to study, I'm sorry to disappoint your education." Xie Xiaonian bowed deeply and said, and the real reason, she didn't plan to say, after all, family ugliness should not be publicized.

Teacher Wang was not surprised by Xie Xiaonian's words, and now there are often students who drop out of school suddenly, so when Xie Xiaonian didn't come to school yesterday afternoon, he thought of this possibility.

And as far as his understanding of Xie Xiaonian's family is concerned, it is almost impossible for Xie Xiaonian to go to high school in peace.

But he still regrets it very much, after all, there are not many people in the class who love to learn like Xie Xiaonian.

Teacher Wang reaffirmed his heart of cherishing talents: "Are you sure you want to study, you will graduate from high school in more than 1 year, and you may be able to find a good job in the county by then." ”

"It's confirmed, Mr. Wang. But even though I'm no longer in school, I'm not going to give up studying at home. Xie Xiaonian promised.

"That's good, that's good, you're a good boy." Teacher Wang said with relief.

Because it is more common to drop out of school now, there is no special process, Xie Xiaonian only needs to take the note given by the teacher and pack up his books and bedding between classes.

Because when the original owner was in school, he knew about studying all day long, and he didn't talk to others, and he didn't even have a friend, so Xie Xiaonian didn't have to say hello to his classmates, just pack up his things.

After leaving the school, Xie Xiaonian felt a little hungry, so he walked to the state-run restaurant next to the school and prepared to eat something.

Because it was not yet a meal, when Xie Xiaonian walked into the state-run hotel, there were no guests inside, and a female saleswoman was dozing there.

"All reactionaries are paper tigers, comrade, come to a bowl of Yangchun noodles and a salty sesame cake." Xie Xiaonian looked at the price on the wooden card, a bowl of Yangchun noodles and a salty sesame cake were exactly 1 cent, which was really cheap.

"Serving the people, 1 cent, 3 taels of food stamps." After the saleswoman glanced at Xie Xiaonian, she said lazily.

"Still need food stamps?" Xie Xiaonian asked embarrassedly.

"Of course you want food stamps, let's go, don't sell without food stamps!" The salesman said angrily.

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, what attitude!" Xie Xiaonian said as he walked.

"If you can't afford to eat, don't come in, pretend to be wide, the hillbilly still wants to come here to eat, and don't look at your identity!" The salesman saw that Xie Xiaonian dared to reply, and immediately shouted.