Chapter 1245: Sweet Dream (8)

Acacia Farm: Sweet Dreams (Waru Alan)

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For example, how much will my son's homework book be worth in 20 years? It will of course depend on what the son has achieved at that time.

These days, I have read two books in the fourth middle school, one is the growth of outstanding students, and the other is the experience of parents of outstanding students. After seeing it, I was disappointed, those students and parents were too good for my generation to imagine.

Yingzi called to ask about Xiao Shengchu's experience, her daughter is in the fifth grade. Sister Aiying's adopted son has come to Beijing to go to school, and her daughter is in the same grade as my son.

Ma Lan finally finished her research activities in China, returned on the 17th, and started classes on the 18th. She said that it was because of the relocation and renovation of their school, etc., that she only stayed in China for five months. In the remote mountain villages of our county alone, I traveled for more than three months. She said that there was not enough time at all, and she had to apply for funding when she went back and try to come back next year.

She said that the living conditions of the people over there are very good, and the cultural life is very interesting. In the minds of people in China's big cities, the impression of our ethnic minority autonomous counties is that they are poor, barbaric and backward. But in her eyes, the farmers and herdsmen there are quite wealthy. Maybe she meant that they had a lot of time in the sun, and the saying is "roasted yellow sun". Originally, the accent was red and yellow, but it seems to mean that "roasted yellow" has been for a long time.

I never imagined that the warmth, curiosity, optimism, and ease of satisfaction of the people in my hometown would give the impression of affluence. Whenever a stranger arrives, the village will organize a bonfire party, a large group of people follow the lead dancer who plays the bamboo flute to dance the neat pace of the pot village dance, drinking home-brewed rice wine between each song, the scene is quite festive.

If a happy smile can be counted as wealth, the people in the mountains are really rich.

I heard that two fellow villagers were eating at my house, so Ma Lan immediately rushed over from the Drum Tower to take a look. Maybe she wanted to see the difference between the mountain people who entered the city.

In fact, the two little fellows did not grow up in our county, they studied in other places since they were children, and they spoke Mandarin, which was completely like urban children. It's just that because my relatives are in the mountains, I go back every year and know the situation over there.

They say that a Frenchman was killed in the mountains this year because he was too dragged.

When I was a child, I also heard about people who disappeared because they were too dragged and didn't want to guide themselves on the road. At that time, the forests were denser, infested with tigers and bears, and those who did not travel with the caravans were generally left with no bones. It's not like death is still confirmed.

Ma Lan said that she felt good and comfortable in China, but she was not so happy when she went back. This time I have to rent a new house when I go back, which is very troublesome. Because landlords in Paris will ask for the last 3 or 5 months' salary slips, and only rent to people whose wages are more than four times the rent.

Her salary is less than 2,000 euros, and the house price is 8,000-10,000 euros per square meter, and her salary is no longer able to rent a house of the same size and price, and may be far away from her place of work. When she first started working, her father built a house for her, and at that time the house prices and rents were very cheap, and she felt that it didn't matter, and now she regrets it.

Now, how can I prevent my son from not regretting it in the future?