80s Taoism

When Luo Changjun went downstairs, Lao Xiao from the fried dough stick shop next door was cleaning up. The oil that has been used in the pot for one day is poured into a container, and the dregs below are settled, and the clarified oil on the top needs to be used the next day. People at this time don't care much about this kind of behavior. It feels like such a clear oil, it would be a pity if it was poured out.

"Master Xiao, the stall is only closed now. The business is pretty good." Luo Changjun greeted Lao Xiao.

Neighbors on the same street live on the same street and 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, not relatives, but better than relatives.

"Director Luo. I am a small business with small profits. No matter how good the business is, how can I be a national cadre for you? Even if you are on vacation, you still get paid." Lao Xiao said with a smile.

However, Luo Changjun knew that despite the fact that most of the neighbors on this street were engaged in small, inconspicuous businesses, their daily profits were quite large. Compared with them, those who go to work and earn dead wages will only be more or less. All of them are dressed plainly, but their monthly income is staggeringly high. If it weren't for the frequent handling of cases, he would have come into contact with some such small businessmen. Luo Changjun didn't know that they were all quietly making a lot of money.

"Just lie to me. I won't borrow money from you either. Master Xiao, you need to keep your fire under control. There have been several fires in the town recently. You fry oil every day, so be very careful." When Luo Changjun passed by Lao Xiao's shop, he saw Lao Xiao throwing the fiery slag from the stove casually on the ground. The oil stains on the ground were scalded by the slag and smoked. Can't help frowning.

"It's okay, this just burns off the oil stains on the ground. If I stay here, what will happen?" Old Xiao smiled.

Luo Changjun stepped into the jeep, started the howling jeep and drove towards the police station.

"This cub, Yongming, is becoming more and more promising. He is already the leader of the unit at a young age." Lao Xiao looked at the car going away, and said to himself.

When Luo Changjun returned to the police station, a lot of things happened. He completely forgot the two Anzhai Talismans in his bag.

Meizi'ao Primary School started, and the fart kids in the village returned to school one by one. On this small hill that had been quiet for a winter vacation, it returned to its usual noise.

"Mr. Gong, my name has been changed. I will be called Zhang Jiaohua from today on. Educational teaching is changing." Zhang Jiaohua said loudly to Gong Ziyuan when he signed up.

"Could you please change your name? This name is not as good as it used to be. It doesn't sound smooth at all." Gong Ziyuan laughed.

"It's not good to be called Hua. This name was changed by someone else. I have already taken the household registration book to the town police station to change it." Zhang Jiaohua didn't know whether Gong Ziyuan's words were true or not.

"Okay, I'll change it for you. It doesn't matter whether you change your name or not. The important thing is yourself. Caller, 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, going to college is our only way out. Only by standing tall can you see far. If you don't climb the highest peak of Meishan, you won't be able to see the farthest place, and you will miss the most beautiful scenery."

In fact, almost everyone in the school knew that Zhang Jiaohua didn't even have a homework book, not to mention homework. The other children brought home their winter vacation homework, and Zhang Jiaohua didn't know where it had been thrown away. If it was another fart, Gong Ziyuan would not have signed up for him without making him cry, but he has nothing to do with Zhang Jiaohua, and the master will not be frightened by him at all. If he didn't let Zhang Jiaohua into the classroom, he would go home straight away, and then Gong Ziyuan would have to come to invite him.

For the privileged Zhang Jiaohua, Meizi'ao Elementary School surprisingly doesn't have any kid to compare him to. Because Gong Ziyuan would reply directly with one sentence, "If you want to be like Zhang Jiaohua, that's fine, just take the same number of exams as him." Then, there is no more. Meizi'ao's educational conditions are mediocre, and not many have particularly good academic performance. At the end of the term, there is no one who can score double hundred.

There is one more thing for Zhang Jiaohua to go to school than before. In his schoolbag, besides the textbooks, there is also a book given by Luo Yongming. Zhang Jiaohua directly took it out during class.

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua seriously sitting in the classroom reading and listening to the class, 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 he was clearly reading a novel. Gong Ziyuan recognized the cover of that book at a glance: Ordinary World. Gong Ziyuan bought a set himself. Gong Ziyuan, who was going to say a few words about Zhang Jiaohua, simply turned a blind eye. He felt that the significance of this book to Zhang Jiaohua might be greater than the class itself. Children like Mei Zi'ao may need a story about Sun Shaoping to motivate them. However, Gong Ziyuan was a little worried. At Zhang Jiaohua's age, could he really read this book?

Zhang Jiaohua is really immersed in the world of novels. Although he has never experienced that feeling of hunger, he can understand the fortitude under that kind of hardship.

God closes a door for you, maybe it will open a window for you. Zhang Jiaohua grew up without the company of his parents, but at this moment, he found happiness in books. He hungrily indulged in the world in the book. One book, one world, the experience in the book seems to be his experience, allowing him to feel and understand. He began to understand why his parents would cruelly leave him at home alone and leave his hometown, because they wanted to build a better future for him?

Classes, classes, classes... Zhang Jiaohua sat in his seat all the time without moving, only the book in his hand would turn a page from time to time. The mute rarely bothered Zhang Jiaohua.

A big hand was placed on the book in front of Zhang Jiaohua's eyes, and Zhang Jiaohua raised his head.

"If you continue to read, you can only sleep with me at school tonight. I heard that your parents have gone to Guangdong, and you have to take care of everything at home now." After school, Gong Ziyuan interrupted Zhang Jiaohua's reading.

Zhang Jiaohua looked up and looked around, only to realize that all the students in the class had disappeared.

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

Zhang Jiaohua nodded.

"I can allow you to read any books in school, but the premise is that you can't lose your homework. Because if you want to go to college in the future, you have to learn all your homework well." Gong Ziyuan knew that it would not be easy to lead Zhang Jiaohua to the right path.