At the dinner table.
Su Qingfeng can't help but pull some beef when he sees the father and milk who can only hold potatoes.
This time, even Feng Sufen, who used to be noisy, kept silent.
After the lunch box and dishes were empty and clean as if they had been licked, Su Qingfeng said loudly, "Sir, has our village primary school opened yet?"
When Su Zhengguo mentioned this, he seemed to be interested in it. "It hasn't been long since we started it. I heard that some of the educated youth who teach in it are good. Especially the one... What's its name? Hmong Yinyin and Li Jing. What's the matter? Do you want to learn it?"
Finally, Su Zhengguo was joking.
Su Qingfeng has not read a few books. If he wants to go to school, he must start from the first grade.
He is an adult, huddled in the middle of a small doll. How thick is his face?
Su Qingfeng felt that... his skin should be thick enough.
He nodded calmly in front of the eyes of the whole family.
Bata.
Su Zhengguo's pipe fell on the table again.
He felt that he must be deaf and had heard wrong.
Therefore, the Don's voice could not help but increase a little, "What? What did you say?"
Su Qingfeng could not help raising his voice, "I said, I want to go to the village primary school to study! Go to the first grade!"
After saying that, he looked at the three Zhaodi sisters again and said, "The third, fifth and sixth sisters should also take this opportunity to go to school together."
Hearing the reading, Zhao Di's three sisters' breathing stopped for a moment.
Even the youngest Pandi, who is only five years old now, has a vague understanding of the concept of reading.
In her understanding, many girls in the village have no chance to go to school.
In their conversation, Deng Xiaoya was the envy of everyone.
Even if... she has a fool fiance.
At least she has seen the scenery that the village girls will never see in their whole lives.
In Pandi's head, the only one that can compare with Deng Xiaoya's treatment is Tigress, the village secretary.
Tigress was young, but when she was seven years old, she started primary school early in the morning.
Her clothes are always bright and clean among a group of dusty and runny children, and the flowered cloth bag behind her is also very energetic.
Pandi cried for a moment, and the big eyes of black grapes were shining with bright luster.
She jumped off the bench and threw herself into Su Qingfeng's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
During this period of time, she ate better than before, with a little more flesh on her face.
Pandi held Su Qingfeng's arm. Excited, she was a little timid. She heard him try to open her mouth:
"Brother, can my sisters and I really go to school? Will my mother agree?"
Su Qingfeng looked at Feng Sufen and patted Pan Di's head to appease her.
He pretended to be casual and said casually, "Deng Xiaoya's virtue is enough to marry He Qianjin after finishing high school. With the three girls in our family, if we read more books, I'm afraid the boys in the provincial capital will be chosen by them."
Finally, he smiled again and said in a joking voice, "When the time comes, where will the Second Uncle and the Second Aunt plant? Let the sister-in-law or brother-in-law arrange a job and go to the city to enjoy themselves."
This big cake, let alone the Second Aunt, even the Second Uncle, Su and the Second Qiang are somewhat moved.
Feng Sufen hesitated when she was excited.
Reading is good.
She is just a partial girl, not a stepmother.
If she has the conditions to study, can she not let several girls study?
But I was afraid that, like Deng Xiaoya, the whole family would have to tighten their belts to make a living.
You know, she still has a golden egg in her stomach.
Su Qingfeng saw her touch her stomach, and knew what the two aunts were up to.
The old man couldn't see it. He knocked on the table with his pipe and pondered for a while before he stood up and walked into the room.
When he came out again, he took a cloth bag in his hand. He opened it and found that although it was a few pieces of money, it was a considerable sum.
Su Erqiang looked at the stack of bills, as if thinking of something, and his breath was a little short.
It was Su Siwei, chewing the soybeans he had bought from nowhere, carelessly said, "Dad, you should keep your money as pension money. It's just a book. It's worth pasting your coffin book in it."
With that, he opened his coat pocket, took out five yuan and slapped it on the table. "This money is Qingfeng's filial piety. But I thought about it. A few years ago, because of the Qingfeng, the elder brother and the second brother did not give less effort. But I didn't expect that this marriage would end up like this."
As Su Siwei said this, Su Qingfeng turned his head and looked at him.
When did you give him five yuan?
It is estimated that where did it come from.
Su Siwei unfolded the money one by one and put it on the table.
"No matter what happens later, the primary school has to read, at least not blind. The five yuan is part of the compensation for the family. When Xiang Hong's baby grows up, I will also pay the same money to finish the primary school at least."
Feng Sufen looked at the tickets, and his last hesitation disappeared.
She rubbed her hands and smiled, "Sidi is an open man who is also happy. Zhao Di, you should remember your Sishu's love."
"Look at which family in the village can provide three girls with education at one time? Thanks to your fourth uncle, when you get married in the future, don't forget to come back to help your parents and your brother."
Su Yuehua took a look at Su Qingfeng and felt that he had learned something.
No noise, no noise, and Feng Sufen was persuaded.
If he does it himself, I'm afraid there will be another uproar at home.
Feng Sufen's first few sentences sounded like human words, but after listening to the last sentence, people still had to sigh, which was worthy of her words.
Su Qingfeng knows that it's useless to break your mouth when dealing with people like Feng Sufen.
It was not possible to do this in a day or two. Su Qingfeng thought he could not hear it.
Su Siwei was too lazy to answer. He changed the subject directly, "Qingfeng, if you want to go to school, you don't have to go to primary school. You have to work in the daytime."
"It's going to be winter in the village now, and many people have nothing to do when they are free. The captain proposed to set up a literacy class. Just listen to that."
Su Qingfeng thought about it and found it was true.
Simply stand up, pull Pandi, take the three sisters out, and prepare to take them to experience the atmosphere of learning in advance.
Before leaving, Su Siwei also stuffed a handful of wild wild jujube into Su Qingfeng's pocket.
Seeing Su Qingfeng looking over in disbelief, he raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Jujube, sweet, delicious."
Su Qingfeng felt that this thing was similar to red dates. In addition, his father would never hurt himself. He did not hesitate to bite it down. As a result, his sour face twisted his face and his facial features were all wrinkled.
When Su Siwei saw this scene, he giggled on the spot, with a feeling of schadenfreude.