City: I'm Really Not Rich

"Teacher, teacher..."

Mu Niuwu chased her behind him, ran several dozen meters away, and then pulled her on the side of the road.

"Yeah, sorry, my dad he... he's sorry. 35

Mu Niuwu didn't know how to express his emotions, so he turned around around Gao Mingjing anxiously, glanced at his yard, and secretly took out two baked potatoes and stuffed them in her hands.

"You eat.""

Gao Mingjing looked at the potato in his hand and the student taller than himself, anxious and desolate in his heart.

It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble child, especially in such a large mountain, where teaching resources are lacking and learning traditions are weak.

If he can learn something in the future, he will be an example and hope for Oak County.

In this county, there has never been a student with a heavy book, and even there are only two or three of the second book, and the admission is not a good major or school.

"Xiao Wu, do you want to study?"

She returned a potato to Mu Niuwu and asked softly.

"Well, think about it.

Mu Niuwu nodded, but quickly shook it a few times.

"Teacher, don't come to my father, he is fierce, rude and unreasonable, you can't make sense with him.

"I can stop reading for now, I can go to work with my second uncle, and I can start reading after earning money myself."

As he spoke, his eyes darkened.

Although this operation mode is theoretically feasible, not to mention the different gold content of the academic qualifications obtained, it is also a big problem whether he can maintain the current state of learning after he really enters the society.

Now I say this, just to comfort the teacher and comfort myself.

Gao Mingjing was silent for a moment, then squeezed out a smile.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry, I will definitely be able to convince your father that you will be able to continue your studies next semester, the big deal is that I will spend money to buy all of your remaining four and a half years!

"Really? 35

After all, Mu Niuwu was still a child. Hearing what Gao Mingjing said, a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly assured him.

"Teacher Gao, you believe me, when I earn money in the future, I promise to pay you back ten times!"

"Well, don't leave your studies behind when you go back."

Gao Mingjing smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Mu Niuwu on the shoulder, just as he was about to say a few more words of encouragement, he heard the roar of the big wooden bull coming from the yard.

"Why am I so unlucky, raising a son is useless for a bird, the fire in the fire pond is gone, and if I don't go to hold firewood, I'm going to freeze you Laozi, right?

"Why should I raise a few more pigs, and I don't have to send him to school, and there is still meat to eat during the New Year!

Gao Mingjing's expression changed, and he pushed Mu Niu Wu.

"Go back quickly, lest your dad beat you in a while - I'm going down the mountain 230 too.

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Mu Niuwu, turned her head and walked quickly down the mountain. After walking for a long time, tears began to fall.

She really couldn't figure out why these people were so stupid.

In the past, I thought that what these places lacked was only teachers, who could suffer from all kinds of hardships, and were willing to bring in knowledge to help them understand and understand the outside world.

But after coming, I found that the teacher's words are far better than the factory owner's words.

These people would rather work hard with others when they are bullied, rather than recognizing a few words to understand a contract. Not only are they unwilling, but even the next generation will be delayed.

If things go on like this, why do they get rid of their poverty roots?