Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"Mr. Zhang, I want to report a situation to you."

Zhang Xushao looked up and saw a student he didn't know standing across the table in front of him.

"what's the situation?"

"Students from your sports school hit my classmate, you have to solve it."

Zhang Xushao frowned: "Hit your classmate? Which school are you from?"

"From Jiangwei School."

"Where's your teacher?"

"Our teacher is leading the students to participate in the competition." Wan Feng's words were a lie, and he hadn't had time to tell the teacher.

"Look, I'm so busy now, I can't take care of this matter."

Wan Feng, whose face was calm at first, immediately frowned. Is this frankly human? You are busy and you can't take care of it?

"Mr. Zhang! I think your attitude is very problematic. Is this the attitude a teacher should have?"

Zhang Xushao originally thought that he would send the other party away with a few words. Fighting among sports school students is a common occurrence. Usually, he hardly restrains him at all. In his words, how can a person who engages in sports be successful if he has no enthusiasm.

But now a primary school student actually questioned him.

Zhang Xushao said with displeasure, "What's wrong with my attitude? There's such a big deal here, can I leave it to deal with your little things?"

Trifles? How dare he say it was a trivial matter.

"Your student robbed my classmate's belongings, and then beat him. Do you think it's a trivial matter? Okay! You say you don't care, right? Then I go to the police station to report the crime. I don't believe the police and don't care." After finishing speaking, Wan Feng turned his head. just go.

He still doesn't believe it, does this count as robbery? If it counts, it's a big deal! If it is not counted as robbery, the police can't do anything to these students, but criticism, education, and disgusting sports schools can still be done. He doesn't believe that Warriors Middle School doesn't want to be famous.

Zhang Xushao couldn't sit still when he heard about the robbery and then heard that Wan Feng was going to call the police. The students of the sports school have indeed caused a lot of trouble outside these days. The local police station has already educated him several times. Maybe some of them went to the juvenile prison.

Zhang Xushao quickly stood up and caught up with Wan Feng in a few steps: "I'll go and see what's going on."

Arriving at the scene of the incident, Wan Feng pointed to Jiang Jun who was still on the ground and said, "My classmate is selling popsicles. Your students took more than ten popsicles from my classmate and didn't give me money. My classmate was beaten when he asked for money. I think Do you know if this is a sports school or a bandit den?"

Wan Feng took a big hat when he came up, and if he doesn't give me an explanation, there will be no end to the day. Don't use bean buns as dry food, and the village chief should not be a cadre.

"Ah! This classmate sells popsicles? Selling things is not allowed in the school, especially students..."

"Mr. Zhang! Don't interrupt me? Now it's not a question of whether you can sell things on campus. Now it's a matter of beating people without paying for food. Is this considered robbery? Don't talk about it, it's useless to divert your attention."

Wan Feng didn't give Zhang Xushao any face, and he didn't have any way to talk about him.

Zhang Xushao thought for a while, if this kid insisted on robbery, it would be a bit troublesome.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"What I mean is very simple. The student who hit someone apologized to my classmate, and then compensated him for all material and spiritual losses. This matter can be exposed."

Wan Feng's request is actually very simple. There is nothing wrong with beating someone up and apologizing, right? Compensation for lost items is also a matter of course.

He didn't plan to make a big fuss, he was just at home to ask for an explanation.

Now that the ball is kicked in front of Zhang Xushao, it is up to him how to solve it.

"Actually, this is the case. Some students in the sports school originally gave money, but the popsicle seller couldn't change the change. Some people in the sports school said that they would go back to the dormitory and give him the change. But the student said no, both parties you Every time he said a word, he quarreled a few times, but he didn't do anything, I can testify."

at this time,

Suddenly someone said this.

Wan Feng took a closer look, and it turned out to be Zhu Er Er who spoke.

You bastard, you took my six popsicles and I recognized it. At this time, you came out to give false testimony. You really thought I was a kid at home, so you can fool me!

"What you said is true?" Wan Feng asked expressionlessly.

Pig's second eyeball stared: "I say it's true, it's true."

What you say is true is true, you think I am an idiot!

Wan Feng turned his gaze to those sports school students: "Is what he said true?"

That little crew cut still had an arrogant look on his face: "Of course it's true."

"Very good. The method to prove the authenticity is very simple. Take out your big bill that cannot be changed."

Where did the students in the sports school get the big tickets, and they didn't know if there was one on the small ticket, so naturally they couldn't get it out.

"Can't you get it out? Then it will prove that you are lying, so there are only two ways now, one is to make an apology and pay for the loss and the matter of today is over, and the other is to report the case to the police station and let the police handle it."

Zhang Xushao thought for a while and said to those sports school people: "Apologize to them in the past, and then see how much money I will give to them."

You students twisted all over their bodies and were unwilling, but they still apologized in front of Jiang Jun.

Next is to count the losses.

The seventeen popsicles that fell to the ground and melted, plus the students who ate ten, made a total of twenty-seven sticks, worth fifty-four cents.

"In addition to the mental loss suffered by my classmate, you have to pay one yuan in compensation."

That's not extortion, is it? After all, Jiang Jun is only fourteen or fifteen years old. If there is any psychological shadow, it will be a big problem if he suffers from depression or something.

Although people in the 1980s didn't know what depression was at all.

Several sports school students stared at each other, obviously they couldn't make up a dollar.

"You don't even have a dollar? If you don't have money, what are you trying to do in martial arts?" Wan Feng sarcastically.

In the end, it was Zhang Xushao who took out his wallet from his pocket to pay for Jiang Jun's loss.

Zhang Xushao still had something to do, after paying the money, he cast a gloomy glance at Wan Feng and left in a hurry.

Xiaopingtou from the sports school saw that the matter was over, and looked at Wan Feng with a bad look: "Boy, what's your name?"

Wan Feng tilted his head and looked at Xiaopingtou: "What are you doing! You want to get revenge on me and beat me up? You touch me and I lie on the ground, and you still have to pay. Do you have any money?"

As soon as Qian Xiaoping was mentioned, he immediately became short of breath.

"No money, right? If you don't have money, what war do you fight? Remember that when you meet me again, even if you want to beat me up, you have to touch your pockets and get the money ready. If you don't have money, don't mess with me. You can't afford it." , get up and let's go."

Jiang Jun stood up from the ground and scratched the scattered popsicles.

These popsicles have already softened, and it is impossible to sell them, but it is still possible to take off the outer paper clothes and make do with it.