80s Taoism

When Luo Changjun went downstairs, Lao Xiao from the Youtiao shop next door was packing up. The oil that has been used in the pot for a day is poured into a container to settle the residue below, and the clarified oil on the top needs to be used the next day. People at this time didn't care much about this behavior. It feels such a clear oil, it would be a pity to drain it.

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

The neighbourhoods on one 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 neighbors. In those difficult years, neighbors helped each other, although they were not relatives, they were better than relatives.

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

Luo Changjun knew that, despite the fact that most of the neighbours on this street were doing small businesses that were not very noticeable, but their daily profits were not a lot. Compared with them, those who go to work and get dead wages will only be more and not less. All of them dressed very plainly. In fact, their monthly income is staggering. If you don't deal with cases frequently, you will come into contact with some of these small businessmen. Luo Changjun didn't know that they were actually making big money quietly.

"Just lie to me. I won't borrow money from you. Master Xiao, you have to manage your fire. There have been several fires in the town recently. You must be very careful when you fry oil every day." Luo Changjun When passing by Lao Xiao’s shop, I saw Lao Xiao dumping the flaming **** from the stove casually on the ground. The oil on the ground was scalded by the **** and smoked. Can not help but frowned.

"It's okay, this just burns the oil on the ground. I stay here, where will there be anything?" Old Xiao smiled.

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

"Yongming, this cub is getting more and more promising. The young one is now the leader of the unit." Old Xiao said to himself, looking at the car going away.

When Luo Changjun returned to the police station, a lot of things happened, and the two Anzhai charms in his bag were completely forgotten by him.

Meizi'ao Primary School has started, and the kids in the village have returned to the campus one by one. On the hill that calmed down for a winter vacation, the usual hustle and bustle was restored.

"Teacher Gong, my name has been changed. From today, I will be called Zhang Jiaohua. The teaching of education changes." Zhang Jiaohua said loudly to Gong Ziyuan when he signed up.

"Will you change your name? This name is not as good as before. It doesn't sound smooth at all." Gong Ziyuan smiled.

"It's not good to call a flower. This name was changed for me by someone else. I have already taken my hukou to the town police station and changed it." Zhang Jiaohua didn't know if what Gong Ziyuan said was true or false.

"Okay, I'll change it for you. It doesn't matter whether the name is changed or not. The important thing is yourself. You are so smart, you are so smart and you study hard, and you will definitely be able to go to university in the future. We have a remote mountain village like Meizi'ao. University is our only way out. Standing high can we see far. If you don’t climb the highest peak of Meishan, you won’t see the farthest place, and you will miss the most beautiful scenery.” Gong Ziyuan saw Zhang Huanhua’s notice. I couldn’t help but say a few more words.

In fact, almost everyone in the school knows that Zhang Jiaohua used to not even talk about homework, he didn't even have a homework book. The other children from the winter homework were brought here, and Zhang Jiaohua didn't know where they had been. If other **** kids don’t make a cry, Gong Ziyuan won’t sign up for him, but he has nothing to do with Zhang Jiaohua, and this lord will not be frightened by him at all. If he does not allow Zhang Jiaohua to enter the classroom, he will go home directly, and then Gong Ziyuan will have to come and invite him.

For the privileged Zhang Jiaohua, Meizi'ao Elementary School surprisingly has no kid to compare him. Because Gong Ziyuan would reply directly in one sentence, "I want to be like Zhang Jiaohua, okay, just as many tests as he does." Then, there was no more. Meiziao's education conditions are average, and there are not many who have particularly good academic performance. At the end of the term, there were no double-percentages at all.

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

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua sitting in the classroom reading and listening carefully, Gong Ziyuan was still a little uncomfortable. So he walked over and found out that Zhang Jiaohua was reading a book, obviously he was reading novels. Gong Ziyuan recognized the cover of that book at a glance: the ordinary world. Gong Ziyuan bought a set himself. Gong Ziyuan, who was going to say a few words about Zhang Jiaohua, simply opened one eye and closed another. He feels that the significance of this book as a beggar might be better than the class itself. Maybe a child like Mei Zi'ao needs a story about Sun Shaoping to inspire. However, Gong Ziyuan is a little worried. At the age of Zhang Jiaohua, can he really read this book?

Zhang Jiaohua is really immersed in the world of novels. Although he hadn't experienced the feeling of hunger, he was able to understand the fortitude under hardship.

God closed one of your doors, and perhaps opened a window for you. Zhang Jiaohua already lacked the company of his parents in his growth, but at this time, he found happiness in the book. He was drunk hungrily 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 cruelly left him alone at home and left his hometown, just because he wanted to build a better future for him?

Class, get out of class, class...Zhang Jiaohua has been sitting in his seat~www.wuxiahere.com~ without moving half a minute, only the book in his hand will turn a page from time to time. Rarely, the dumb didn't bother Zhang Jiaohua.

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

"If you continue to watch, you can only sleep with me in school tonight. I heard that your parents have gone to Guangdong, and you still have to look after everything at home." Gong Ziyuan interrupted after school. 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 the school, but the premise is that you can't lose your homework. Because in the future, if you want to go to college, you have to learn all your homework well." Gong Ziyuan knew he wanted to talk about Zhang Jiahua and lead him to the right path. , Is not an easy task. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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