When Luo Changjun went downstairs, Lao Xiao from the fritter shop next door was cleaning up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Pour the oil from the info pot for a day into a container to precipitate the dregs underneath, and the clarified oil on top needs to be used again the next day. People at this time don't care much about this kind of behavior. It would be a pity to pour out the oil that feels so bright.

"Master Xiao, I'm only closing the stall now. Business is pretty good. Luo Changjun said hello to Lao Xiao.

Neighbors on the same street, living on the same street, are very familiar with each other. There is an old Chinese saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. In those difficult years, neighbors helped each other, although not relatives, but better than relatives.

"Director Luo. I'm a small business, and I'm running it with a small profit. No matter how good your business is, how can you be a state cadre? Even if you are on vacation, you will receive a salary. Lao Xiao said with a smile.

Luo Changjun knew that most of the neighbors on this street were doing inconspicuous small businesses, but their daily profits were not a lot. Compared with those of them who go to work and get paid to death, there will only be more, not less. They all dress very modestly, but in fact, their monthly income is jaw-dropping. If you don't handle cases often, you will come into contact with some of these small businessmen. Luo Changjun didn't know that they were actually making a lot of money quietly.

"You lie to me. I don't borrow money from you. Master Xiao, you have to take care of the fire. There have been several fires in the town recently. You have to be very careful with this daily frying oil. When Luo Changjun passed by Lao Xiao's shop, he saw Lao Xiao casually discarding the fiery red slag from the stove on the ground. The grease on the ground was scorched by the slag and smoking. I couldn't help frowning.

"It's okay, this just burns the oil off the ground. I'm staying here, what's going to happen there?" said Xiao with a smile.

Luo Changjun stepped into the jeep and started the screaming jeep and drove in the direction of the police station.

"Yongming's cub is getting more and more promising. At a young age, he is the leader of the unit. Lao Xiao looked at the car in the distance and said to himself.

When Luo Changjun returned to the police station, he came to a bunch of things, and he forgot all about the two house charms in his bag.

Meiziao Primary School opened, and the children in the village returned to school one by one. This hill that has been quiet for a winter vacation has returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

"Teacher Gong, my name has changed, and from today onwards I will be called Zhang Jiaohua. The teaching of education, the transformation of change. When Zhang Jiaohua signed up, he said loudly to Gong Ziyuan.

"What kind of name are you changing? It's not as good as it used to be. It's not a good thing to call at all. Gong Ziyuan said with a smile.

"It's not good to call flowers. This name was changed for me. I have already taken the household registration book to the town police station to change it. Zhang Jiaohua didn't know if what Gong Ziyuan said was true or not.

"Okay, I'll change it for you. It doesn't matter if you change your name or not, what matters is yourself. Called Hua, you are so smart and study hard, you will definitely be able to go to college in the future. In a remote mountain village like Meizi'ao, the university entrance examination is our only way out. If you don't climb the highest peak of Meishan, you can't see the farthest place, and you will miss the most beautiful scenery. Gong Ziyuan couldn't help but say a few more words when he saw the results on Zhang Zhaohua's notice.

In fact, almost the entire school knows that Zhang Jiaohua didn't even have a homework book before, let alone doing homework. Other children brought over the winter vacation homework, and Zhang Jiaohua didn't know where he had thrown it away. If it were other fart kids, it is estimated that Gong Ziyuan would not have signed him up if he didn't make a cry, but he didn't have any way to get Zhang Jiaohua, and the master wouldn't be scared by him at all. If he didn't let Zhang Jiaohua enter the classroom, this guarantee would go home directly, and then Gong Ziyuan would have to come to the door to invite him.

For the privileged Zhang Jiaohua, Meiziao Primary School surprisingly does not have any fart to compare him with. Because Gong Ziyuan will directly push back with a sentence, "If you want to be the same as Zhang Jiaohua, okay, just take the same test as him." "And then, there was no then. The educational conditions of Meiziao are average, and there are not many who have particularly good academic performance. At the end of the term, there was no one who could score a double percentage at all.

Zhang Jiaohua went to school one more thing than before, in addition to the textbooks in his schoolbag, there was also a book given by Luo Yongming. Zhang Zhaohua took it out directly during class.

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua sitting in the classroom reading and listening to the lecture seriously, Gong Ziyuan was still a little uncomfortable, so he walked over to take a look, but found that Zhang Jiaohua was reading a book, and it was clearly a novel. The cover of that book, Gong Ziyuan recognized it at a glance: an ordinary world. Gong Ziyuan also bought a set himself. Gong Ziyuan, who was about to say a few words about Zhang Jiaohua, simply turned a blind eye. He felt that the significance of this book might outweigh the class itself. Children like Mei Ziao may need a story of Sun Shaoping to motivate. It's just that Gong Ziyuan is a little worried, with Zhang Jiaohua's age, can he really read this book?

Zhang Jiaohua is really immersed in the world of novels. Although he had not experienced the feeling of hunger, he could understand the fortitude under the hardship.

Heaven has closed a door for you, and may open a window for you. Zhang Zhaohua has lacked the company of his parents in his growth, but at this time, he found happiness in books. He was voracious and immersed in the world of the book. A book and a world, the experience in the book seems to be his experience, so that he can feel and understand. He began to understand why his parents had cruelly left him alone at home, not just to build him a better future?

Class, class, class...... Zhang Jiaohua sat in his seat all the time, not moving for half a minute, only the book in his hand would turn a page from time to time. It was rare that the mute did not bother Zhang Jiao.

A big hand was placed on the book in front of Zhang Zhaohua, and Zhang Zhaohua raised her head.

"If you keep watching, you'll have to sleep with me at school tonight. I heard that your father and mother have gone to Guangdong, and you still have to take care of everything at home. After school, Gong Ziyuan interrupted Zhang Jiaohua's reading.

Zhang Jiaohua looked up and looked around, only to find that the classmates in the class had already left.

"How is this book?, is it very good?" Gong Ziyuan asked with a smile.

Zhang Jiaohua nodded.

"I can allow you to read any book in school, but only if you don't lose your homework. Because if you want to go to college in the future, you have to do all your homework well. Gong Ziyuan knew that it was not easy to talk about Zhang Zhaohua to lead to the right path. (To be continued.) )