Scholars in the courtyard

After walking through the front yard and passing the hanging flower gate, Qin Jingru saw children playing.

Among them, the most conspicuous ones are the three from the Yang family.

The boy has a tiger-like appearance, a bit like Yang Xiaotao, and he is not very old, but he is not short. The children in the courtyard who are one year older than him are not as tall as Duanwu.

In addition, he has a good education and is sweet-tongued and lovable when meeting everyone.

As for the two girls, one is named Yueyue and the other is Rongrong. They are very pink and cute.

The food is good, the skin is white and tender, especially wearing the same clothes, just like the lucky doll in the porcelain basin.

Qin Jingru looked at the three children with envy.

According to the schedule, nothing happened this month, so she happily went to the hospital for a check-up.

Unexpectedly, I was not pregnant, but was delayed for a few days due to anxiety during this period.

Not being pregnant made her disappointed for a while, but she quickly recovered. After all, she had been disappointed enough.

snap

A matchstick flew over from a short distance and landed at his feet. Qin Jingru looked closely and saw Duan Wu masturbating while aiming at the side.

This kind of pistol has become an essential 'weapon' for children inside and outside alleys. It is simple to make and the materials used are not selective. Even older children can make one.

Almost everyone has it.

Looking at Dragon Boat Festival running over, Qin Jingru picked up the matchstick from the ground and handed it over.

Duanwu glanced at it, then took it and said by the way, "Thank you, auntie."

Hearing this, Qin Jingru smiled and said, "Duan Wu is so good. Your pistol is so beautiful."

"My dad made this for me."

Duanwu smiled and ran away, continuing to play with the children in the yard.

Qin Jingru was even more envious, "When I have a son, I will ask his father to make pistols."

With that said, he walked towards the backyard.

Behind her, at Auntie's house, Yi Zhonghai was sitting at the door of the house, with his right leg on the side, looking at Qin Jingru who was leaving, thoughtfully.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao rode a bicycle and rushed to Yangjiazhuang with Ran Qiuye.

"Daughter-in-law, hold me tight. I'm going to speed up."

After leaving Sijiu City, Yang Xiaotao began to accelerate.

This was not the first time Ran Qiuye made a motorcycle, so he naturally knew what to do, so he reached out and hugged Yang Xiaotao from behind.

"Right, that is it."

Feeling the softness from his back, Yang Xiaotao was very satisfied.

I finally understand the joy of riding motorcycles in my previous life.

"Slow down and pay attention to your safety."

Ran Qiuye didn't notice, but because the speed increased, he leaned forward so that he felt safe.

Smoke and dust rose along the way, and soon we arrived at Yangjiazhuang Primary School.

The car parked on the playground and immediately attracted the attention of a group of children.

This kind of motorcycle is a novelty.

Even the villagers have seen few of them.

Yang Xiaotao pulled out the key and quickly followed Ran Qiuye to the office.

At this time, people from the village were already standing outside. These were the parents of the candidates.

If it weren't for Yang Dazhuang and the others guarding the front, someone would have rushed in long ago.

Seeing Ran Qiuye and Yang Xiaotao coming back, everyone quickly stepped aside to let them in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Mr. Yang standing aside, and Liu Yonghui and two other teachers were counting data.

Seeing this, Ran Qiuye hurriedly stepped forward to help with statistics.

"Master, have the results come out?"

"We have just opened the transcripts that arrived at around two o'clock in the afternoon and are checking the number of people."

The grandfather was a little nervous. Last time, Yang Xiaotao went to Hongxing Elementary School to get his results, but this time he was in school, facing it in person, so he was naturally very nervous.

Speaking of which, Yang Xiaotao was surprised that his grandfather, who had never been nervous before on the battlefield, was so nervous for the children at school.

Ran Qiuye sat aside, holding a pen in his hand and scratching on the transcript, writing down names.

Yang Xiaotao walked around and glanced at the completed transcripts from time to time.

At just one glance, I felt that the performance of the students in this exam was mixed.

Some did very well in the exam and got good grades.

Some are more than ten points behind.

You know, how difficult it is to take the junior high school entrance examination now. Sometimes you will not be able to go to school if you are just one point away.

And this score is probably due to a careless typo of a word, a word, or an arithmetic problem.

Half an hour later, Ran Qiuye looked at the names on the list, and Liu Yonghui picked up the original data sheet and started reading and checking.

It wasn't until all the names were found that everyone looked at the final statistics.

Mr. Yang couldn't wait. The door and windows at the door were occupied by human heads.

"What's going on? How many children have passed?"

Grandpa and Uncle Jiu were a little anxious and asked quickly.

A smile appeared on Ran Qiuye's face, "Master, Uncle Nine, we have a total of 128 students taking the high school entrance examination this time. Based on the results we received and the application status, it is now confirmed that 83 students can pass. There are still twelve people left who have to look at the school’s score line.”

"More than eighty? A lot, a lot."

Uncle Jiu murmured to himself, then picked up the data compiled on the table and quickly came to the door, "Let's go out and talk."

Soon, Uncle Jiu's voice came from outside the room. Names were called out one by one, and then the results were announced.

Waves of cheers continued, making parents who heard their children pass overjoyed.

"Teacher Ran, congratulations."

Yang Xiaotao was joking on the side, Ran Qiuye smiled.

Although this passing rate is not as good as last year, the base this year is large. It is already rare for so many children to be admitted to junior high school.

However, while some are happy, others are worried. Those who failed the exam will naturally feel sad at home.

There is no way, the school is not a charity, there must be reasons for not passing the exam, and the teacher has nothing to do.

After all the results are announced, the results of each student will be posted on the blackboard at the school gate for everyone to check.

There is no need to hide this issue for future generations, saying it is to take care of the children's 'self-esteem'.

Here, if you have a ridiculous self-esteem, if you don't obey, you will realize your mistake immediately after two hungry meals.

In later generations, those who always have a bad temper, and their grandparents chase after them with bowls to feed them, are just accustomed to eating too much.

As night falls, Yangjiazhuang Primary School is still bustling with activity.

The villagers gathered together to express their gratitude to the school teachers, and also wanted to hear about the future of the children.

Siheyuan

Xu Damao walked in from outside. Just as he was about to enter the house, he saw that there seemed to be an old hen missing in the cage at the door.

He lowered his head suddenly and checked, and there was really one missing.

"daughter in law."

Opening the door, Xu Damao smelled it with his nose. There was no smell of meat in the air. Then he asked, "Did you cook the chicken tonight?"

"Chicken? What are you thinking about? Does our family still have money to buy chicken?"

Qin Jingru got up from the bed, slept for most of the afternoon, and finally regained her energy.

"No, you didn't kill the chicken, but what about the old hen in our chicken coop?"

"Huh? Old hen? What's wrong?"

Seeing that Xu Damao was not joking, Qin Jingru immediately ran out to check the situation. Sure enough, the old hen in a cage was missing.

"Where's the chicken?"

"Da Mao, where are our chickens?"

Qin Jingru asked loudly, while Xu Damao looked gloomy.

"Needless to say, it must have been stolen."

"Ah I"

"You said that everything at your door was gone, and you didn't hear anything?"

"I was sleeping and resting in the house, so I didn't hear anyone moving."

"You're so stupid!"

With that said, Xu Damao walked out looking angry.

"Da Mao, where are you going?"

"I'm going to catch the thief."

After saying that, he rushed out of the Moon Gate and came to the middle courtyard.

It was not dark yet, Qin Huairu came back from working in the street office and was washing clothes in the yard.

Today BangGeng went to drill somewhere and got covered in dirt. When he came back, he took it off and threw it at the uncle's house.

It just so happened that the elder, Silly Zhu, also wanted to be washed, so Qin Huairu simply washed them together.

"Qin Huairu, where is your thief son?"

Xu Damao shouted loudly, with an angry expression on his face.

Their family had raised chickens for a long time. They were originally used for Qin Jingru's confinement, but something happened later, so they didn't kill the two chickens. They could also pick up two eggs every now and then, and their life was always good.

Unexpectedly, I lost one when I came back today.

The cage was so tightly tied that the hens could not escape by themselves, so there was only one reason: someone stole the chickens.

It should be said that in this courtyard, there is no one other than the Jia family who is sneaking around.

Not only did Jia and Zhang steal, but the little stick also didn't follow the good grass. He was already famous for his unclean hands and feet at a young age.

Qin Huairu also stole, of course, she mainly stole from men.

Seeing Qin Huairu leaning over and rubbing hard, when Xu Damao shouted something, he didn't forget to take a second look at the shape on the stool.

She mentally scolded Silly Zhu for spoiling such good meat.

Qin Huairu turned around when she heard the voice and saw Xu Damao looking angry, cursing the thief's son, and immediately stood up, "Xu Damao, what are you spitting feces in your mouth? If you can't speak, just shut up."

Qin Jingru also ran out at this time, "Qin Huairu, who is spitting feces from his mouth?"

Snapped

Qin Jingru didn't wait for a reaction, Qin Huairu came up and slapped Qin Jingru directly.

When Xu Damao saw his wife being beaten, he was about to step forward, but was stared at by Qin Huairu's sharp eyes and couldn't help but take two steps back.

At this time, many people in the courtyard came to watch, and Mrs. Jia Zhang also ran out of the house.

Qin Jingru was slapped and covered her face with her hands, feeling a little scared.

When I was in Qinjiazhuang, I was suppressed by this cousin. Now I was slapped, which brought back the fear I had when I was a child.

"This slap tells you, don't be too big or too small."

Qin Huairu said coldly, she was already feeling bad enough.

Seeing the Yang family's life getting better and better, seeing everyone in the courtyard surrounding Ran Qiuye, this was her treatment before.

Look at yourself again, the man is dead, and after you remarry, you have to drag four more. Now you are marrying a man, and you don’t know if you can have children, and there is an old man beside you who covets her.

This day is so tiring.

"Qin Huairu, I won't argue with you. Call your son Banggeng out and we'll ask him face to face."

"My old hen has lost an old hen. You are the one with dirty hands and feet in our yard. Call him out quickly."

Xu Damao was still thinking about the old hen. This chicken belonged to his family and it had to have feathers.

"Nonsense, whose hands and feet are unclean, whose house is unclean, Xu Damao, you are a pustule with a breathable sole, who are you talking about?"

When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard this, she immediately stood up with her waist pinched. A piece of hair was missing from her head, and she looked a little ferocious.

"Who knows."

"If something is lost in this courtyard, it's natural to look for the most suspicious person. Your family, you, Jia Zhang, and Bangge all have criminal records. If not you, who should we look for?"

"You're talking nonsense, we didn't steal any chickens."

Jia Zhang said forcefully, in fact it was not stolen by him.

Qin Huairu also stepped forward, "Xu Damao, you must provide evidence when you speak."

"Evidence? Humph."

Qin Jingru covered her red cheeks and said angrily, "Everyone is commenting that the hens our family worked so hard to raise were stolen."

"There are people in our courtyard, and no outsiders came today, so this thief belongs to our courtyard."

"Everyone knows what the Jia family is like. Everyone asks, do we have any reason to go to them?"

There was a lot of discussion in the courtyard. Yan Fugui from the front yard got the news and rushed over. After asking about the situation, he walked to the middle of the crowd and said to Qin Huairu, "Qin Huairu, please call out the stick first. Let's ask clearly." . Otherwise, we have to ask people from the police station."

"Yes, Qin Huairu, call your thief son out quickly, or we will call the police."

Xu Damao shouted, looking towards the Jia family.

For such a big thing, this kid Bangge is still hiding at home, so there must be something fishy going on.

Nine times out of ten, it's him.

Qin Huairu's expression changed. When she was doing laundry today, the clothes Banggan wore were indeed a little oily.

However, if this time it is really done by Bangge, then in the future...

"You're not screaming, right? I'm going to catch him."

Just when Qin Huairu was hesitating, Xu Damao was preparing to go to Jia's house and catch the stick.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mrs. Jia Zhang blocked the front and refused to let Xu Damao in. The two of them pulled at each other.

Suddenly, Xu Damao felt a heartbreaking pain in his lower body.

Ouch~~~

He screamed violently, then knelt on the ground and covered it with his hands.

At this time, Sha Zhu's voice came from behind, "Si Mao, you don't remember to eat but not to fight."