Guihua said: "Is there a thief in the school?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It shouldn't be the case. It's just that the kilograms of rice cooked every day have increased, so it has bottomed out quickly."

"So, the students' appetite has increased?" Guihua asked.

Dayun said: "This doesn't make sense, does it? I used to beat less rice than this, but I always had some leftovers to eat. During this great famine, we have enough to eat every day in the school, and they never go hungry."

Gui Hua said: "But I see that many students eat two or three bowls recently, and their appetites seem to have increased a lot,"

"Qing'er asked us to keep the students well fed, so the amount of rice we put into the pot has increased. It's normal for us to eat less."

Listening to Guihua and Dayun discussing this matter, Yang Ruoqing looked around.

First, rule out the possibility of being stolen.

"There is a famine now. Students go to school after school in the evening. Maybe many people go to bed without having dinner." Yang Ruoqing said.

"They have been hungry all night, and they are still growing. It is not unusual for them to eat more in the school at noon." She added.

"Please pay attention later. It doesn't matter how many times they come over to refill the food. As long as they eat it themselves and don't waste the food."

Guihua and Dayun both nodded, "Well, we will pay attention."

…

After the students finished their morning reading class for half an hour, they went to the corridor over there and struck a few times on a big bell hanging there.

Three short and one long, this is the bell ringing for the end of get out of class. Soon, students from all classes filed out of the classroom, each holding a bowl they brought from home, from the small class to the large class. One after another, two people lined up to go to the kitchen to get food.

Yang Ruoqing was at the front of the team and immediately spotted Luo Baobao and several other students from the small class who were the latest to enter the school this year.

Luo Baobao, Da Zhi, Hua Hua Xiu Xiu and Mian Mian Da Bai were also at the front of the line.

Each little kid held a pair of bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and they stood in line while laughing and talking. After a while, they raised their hands to make a few gestures with each other.

Yang Ruoqing stood at the kitchen window and watched secretly, watching how Luo Baobao and Dazhi got along with their friends when she was not present.

Everyone has his own personality and his own way of communicating.

Yang Ruoqing only guides the children in the basic etiquette of dealing with others, but never regulates them in the way she interacts with others.

They will have their own way of interacting, as long as they feel comfortable and happy, that's fine.

At this moment, she watched it with gusto, feeling that this child had one side in front of her, and another side when he was with his friends.

Really grown up!

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were filled with joy. As her eyes turned, Yang Ruoqing suddenly noticed something.

She squinted her eyes and locked her eyes on the boy who had just made porridge and got steamed buns.

That was Bingbing, the son of Zhou Sheng and Fengzhi's family, who was in the same class as Luo Baobao. The two of them often fought and beat each other to a bloody head.

Yang Ruoqing had a feeling that Bingbing's expression and behavior were a bit abnormal.

So, Yang Ruoqing bypassed the crowd and followed quietly.

Bingbing held the bowl of beaten porridge and grabbed two steamed buns in his other hand, walking quickly toward the wall on one side of the school.

As he walked, he turned around and looked behind him to make sure no one was coming this way. He quickly squatted under the corner and pulled away a clump of weeds under the corner.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing discovered that there was a small hole under the corner.

To be precise, this small hole is not a hole. It should be that a stone in the middle of the courtyard wall was loosened and then removed, revealing a hole as big as an adult's hand.

Bingbing put his face against the hole and called out twice: "Mother! Mother!"

Soon, Fengzhi's voice came from the hole in the wall, "Mom is here, mother is here, please keep your voice down!"

Bingbing said: "Mom, I got the steamed buns. This one is a white-flour sorghum bun and a corn bun."

Fengzhi said: "Okay, give me the two steamed buns and eat the porridge by yourself. If you are not full, go to the kitchen and say a few more nice words to Guihua and Aunt Dayun. It is best to shed a few tears and let them know."

They'll make two more steamed buns for you."

While the mother and mother were talking, Bingbing had already given two steamed buns to Fengzhi from the hole in the wall.

"Go back quickly and don't tell others. Mom will come here again at noon. Remember to be smart!" Fengzhi warned again.

Bingbing nodded, "I understand, then I'll go back first."

Then he covered the hole in the wall again, turned around quickly, looked around, and ran away with the bowl of porridge.

Bingbing ran back to the kitchen and went to beg Guihua and Dayun.

Osmanthus couldn't bear to see Bingbing's pitiful appearance, and remembered what Yang Ruoqing told her, not to let the children go hungry, and as long as the food was not wasted, they must be fed.

So Guihua took two more steamed buns and gave them to Bingbing, and Bingbing ran away happily.

Next, Yang Ruoqing discovered some strange behaviors of some children.

For example, stuff it into your clothes, hide it in your schoolbag...

Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood why Dayun said that the children's appetite had increased a lot during this period. No wonder, it turned out that there were parents eating with them.

Yang Ruoqing found Osmanthus fragrans and Dayun and told them what she had discovered. They were both so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

Compared to Osmanthus' gentle temper, Dayun's temper is a little more violent.

"Do these people still want to show some respect? Are they even thinking about this?"

"If it were me, it would be hard for my children not to be hungry. I would be happy even if I starved to death. How could this be possible?"

"No wonder the rice fell out of this rice vat so fast. After a long time, there were so many mouths opening to eat together. They even stole things and ruined the children!" Dayun said angrily.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, she had indeed taught the child bad things.

Opportunistic, stealing needles at the age of three, stealing cattle at the age of eight, and when they grow up, they will be like Chen Hu and Chen Xiong.

"Qing'er, think of a way. If we continue like this, our school will have to eat dozens of kilograms of rice and wheat flour a day, which is quite a burden!" Osmanthus said.

"The method is simple. Ask Qing'er to talk to Yongxian and his two gentlemen, and ask them to open it up in the class and warn the students. Anyone who sneaks it home will be kicked out of the school and will not be educated."

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand and said, "Don't do this yet. We can't expel students easily unless we have to, because many students are forced to do this by their families."

"What should we do?" Dayun asked, "We can't pretend not to know, right?"
Chapter completed!