Dad's hard-pen calligraphy is a mystery. I don't know where he learned it from. The strokes have a bit of Zhong Shaojing's "Ling Fei Jing", but the font is slightly flatter than it, and the overall style has a bit of Zhong Yao's "Declaration Form".

When Zhou Zhi came back, his father said, "I haven't written in regular script for a long time. You can really make things happen for me."

Zhou Zhi gave a thumbs up: "Boss Xu and Principal Zhao both said that dad, you are the only one among all parents!"

Even Zhou Zhi sometimes wants to write in regular script when using a pen, but as he writes, the words turn into running script.

A few test papers like his father's were carefully written from beginning to end, but he didn't think much of it. Zhou Zhiguang felt his scalp numb just thinking about it.

"The handwriting is like a door hammer." Dad said, "If it weren't for this handwriting, your dad wouldn't have been able to get into the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."

"Then you have to talk to the plane about this!" Zhou Zhi found himself a bottom guy: "His chicken feet are just like the doctor's prescription."

"I'm telling you!" Dad glared: "It's just like how good your pen calligraphy is!"

At this time, there was a sound at the door. The third sister pushed grandma back, and Zhou Zhi walked out of the study: "Grandma, I'm back!"

"Okay, my dear grandson gathered the house before me!" Grandma said with a smile.

"Cousin An Ran is so awesome." The third sister said, "With this, it is much easier to go up and down the stairs."

"It's time to eat. Third sister takes my mother-in-law to wash her hands. Let's try my cooking today!" Mom shouted from the kitchen.

I say it is my own craft, but in fact the main role is braised elbow. My father probably made it first, and my mother was only responsible for watching the fire.

There is also pig cake. Although the twice-steamed pig cake lacks the fresh flavor of wild onions, grandma still likes it.

The only remaining dish is spinach soup, which is my mother’s own craft.

"Dad, Mom." Zhou Zhi asked: "Do you know Jiang Qiao and Du Yufen from the Rongshan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative?"

"I know, your mother came from there back then." My mother giggled after saying that, "At that time, the supply and marketing cooperative was also responsible for selling meat, and the old employees could pick the best meat first."

"What should I do if I still have to go to work after picking? Just bury the meat in salt. Then pick it out and take it home after get off work."

"Later, some farmers gave us advice, saying why do the salt from your supply and marketing cooperative always produce flowers when you buy it to make pickles?"

"You are cheating farmers and harming farmers!" Dad got angry.

"It wasn't me!" Mom said.

"But there's something wrong with your attitude. It's not funny." Dad was a little serious.

"Yes, yes... the great leader is so amazing!" My mother joked about my father's seriousness: "Didn't this happen more than ten years ago? You actually educated me back then!"

"Why are you asking about them two?" Dad couldn't stand up to his mother, so he turned to Zhou Zhi and said: "At that time, your mother and Du Yufen were two in the supply and marketing system. If I dared to educate her like this, she would definitely be beaten by her.

It’s kicked.”

"Du Yufen is the one, but I am not." There was a bit of sourness in my mother's tone, and a hint of injustice: "When I was watching a movie, many people helped her set up the bench! I accidentally bumped into her, and Jiang Qiao

Jump up and fight with me!"

Back then, when we were watching Ba Ba movies, we had to bring our own stools.

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but be happy: "How can you remember this little thing for more than ten years? Mom, you are so small-minded."

"This is not a matter of big-mindedness, it is a matter of attitude." My mother gave my father a meaningful look again: "You wouldn't be able to count on your father. He can only reason with others."

Uh... Dad was dumbfounded. Is this... considered retaliation for the criticism just now?

Zhou Zhi smiled and gave his father a piece of pig cake, and then added: "So criticism and self-criticism must be carried out at the same time, and one is indispensable. Comrade Yuanjiang, is this the truth?"

"Why did you ask about them?" Dad started to actively save himself.

"Their daughter's name is Jiang Shuyi. She is my classmate now. She is sitting behind me. This time I just wanted to see the eldest lady take her back."

"Isn't your classmate very beautiful?" Mom immediately became excited, raised her head and thought for a while: "As for Jiang Qiao and Du Yufen, my daughter's appearance should be good regardless of her father or mother."

"Isn't this exam divided into AB papers? The results of Paper A are ugly." Zhou Zhi ignored this directly: "Jiang Shuyi was afraid of being criticized by her parents, so she asked me to explain that she did not do badly in the exam.

I didn’t expect that you two knew each other. I can only say that Jiachuan is really too young.”

“Their daughter’s grades are very good?”

"Quite impressive, top scorer in Central School."

"What's the Central School?" My mother chuckled.

"It shows that I am self-disciplined and know how to study. When I first arrived at Jiachuan Middle School, I was ranked low, but my grades improved after one semester." Zhou Zhi said calmly: "This is also a matter of attitude."

"Have you had a problem with attitude today?" Dad regretted that he shouldn't have brought it up: "You can't get around it, right?"

There was laughter all over the table.

After dinner, the father left the task of carving wax paper back to his son.

Zhou Zhi is not as strict as his father and uses running script.

As long as it doesn't affect your reading and doing the questions, it's fine. Why do you need to be so particular!

I quickly finished carving two copies, and all the Chinese test papers for the week were collected, and I carefully put them into a special folder.

Next, I have to write letters, to Chi Xueli, to Zhao Zhonggang, to Xiong Jiao, Feng Xueshan, and cousin An Xin.

The next day I went to school and handed in the wax paper. When I was walking towards the parallel bars between classes, a small group also gathered there.

A boy's feet were hooked on the parallel bar frame, and his legs were bent under his head on another frame. He was practicing his abdominal muscles there. After doing two exercises, he sat up and said, "I overheard it. It is said that this time in our school, this AB test is called

Educational Reform.”

"Principal Zhao has the confidence because he has obtained a lot of information on key schools in the province!"

"What kind of education reform! They are just going to kill us!" Another boy started making a fuss: "My mother said that this summer vacation, Hua Ting and I will be sent to Manzhou to attend a cram school... for a month and a half!"

After saying that, he looked at the sky: "Oh my god! Summer vacation is half as long as winter vacation! What kind of evil spirit brought these things!"

The one on the parallel bars is Hua Yuliang’s son Hua Ting, and the one on the parallel bars making noise is Zhang Fangyu’s son Zhang Xiaoyu. They belong to a small group.

On Zhou Zhi's side were Fang Wenyu, Yan Xiao and the others. Most of them were city kids and knew each other well. Zhou Zhi had no time to practice the parallel bars, so he jumped up and hung next to Hua Ting and started doing it.

"I heard that it was brought by a very capable person from our school." Hua Ting pretended to be mysterious and said, "This person has connections in the province."

"You are also a very capable person. You have been to Shu during the holidays, right?" Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered.

Under the parallel bars, Yang He's face turned pale with fright. Zhou Zhi made some supports, climbed on the bars and sat side by side with Hua Ting: "Jiachuan Middle School Education Reform, do you think such a big thing can be decided by one or two people?

of?"

"So this matter must be organized and premeditated. This is a major event that all the school teachers, Jiachuan County, and even the Manzhou City Education Committee jointly did."

"Is it possible that such a big event was not prepared in advance or discussed in advance? A capable person brought back a batch of information, and Principal Zhao just slapped the table and started doing it? Is this possible?"

"I don't know how many meetings and discussions we had before, but you just waited for the start of the semester without telling us, and gave us a kick!"

"If you ask me, this is because Lao Zhao is not doing it right!" Zhou Zhi said nonchalantly: "Reform and reform should be carried out half a semester in advance. Can't we start it when we first enter high school?"

"Tingzi, Xiao Yu'er, it's time for you to make the B roll."

Zhou Zhi put his arm around Hua Ting's shoulders and found that the baby's clothes and shoes from head to toe were on the same level as Zhang Xiaoyu's: "We are the ones who make A rolls! Ask Fang Wenyu and Yan Xiao, they roll paper and take it home

How did you spend that night?!"

A burst of laughter erupted around the parallel bars. This test was also a famous scene for the first year of Grade 93. In the second half of the test, the top ten in each class were beaten.

The parents didn't bother to listen to the children's explanations. After asking each other about it, they found out, oh, it turned out that the school was indeed crazy and the questions were too difficult...

But anyway, I’ve already been beaten, so let’s just make mistakes—I tell you, kid, this time it’s just a demonstration! If you don’t see any progress in the next exam, hehehe, then you will know whether the speaker is a copper pot or an iron...

…

The naughty kids all felt that what Zhou Zhi just said was reasonable, and the tide of public opinion began to turn towards criticizing Zhao Shangzhong.

Yang He kept a low profile in the crowd.

This is ridiculous, I am obviously a person who has experienced it, but I am convinced that I believe it is true...

Each class has several small groups of boys and girls. Zhang Xinyi, Jiang Shuyi and Ye Xin from Class 1 are also a small group.

Behind the large pond next to the school's printing plant, several peach and plum trees are in bloom.

However, these trees have never produced fruit, or in other words, they were picked early by the naughty children before the fruit matured.

The water in the fish pond is also very clear, but there are no fish in it, and the school also knows that if it raises fish, it will not be able to keep them.

For example, Zhou Zhi would throw a fishing line into the pond with no float, and then pretend to be endorsing the book by the pond, holding the fishing line with his fingers, waiting for the signal to arrive at any time.

"Shu Yi, did I really go to your house on the weekend?" Zhang Xinyi asked Jiang Shuyi, holding a "High School Vocabulary Encyclopedia" in his hand.

"No, he is here to see his eldest sister. By the way, he can help me explain to my family why the scores in the final examination are so low." Jiang Shuyi lowered her head and fiddled with a small yellow flower that had just bloomed on the spicy grass.

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Ye Xin held up Jiang Shuyi's face: "Is it that simple? Is it that simple and you are doing something wrong? Look at me and tell the truth!"

"The next day he invited me to dig wild vegetables in the mountains..." Jiang Shuyi's face began to turn red.

"Ah, a lonely man and a widow..."

"What! And his brother Su Datou!"

"No, there must be something wrong with you!" Ye Xin didn't let Jiang Shuyi bow her head: "Xin Yi, look at her! Her face turns red when she talks about Zhou Zhi!"

"Okay!" Zhang Xinyi pulled Ye Xin's hand down: "Who doesn't blush when you ask this? I ask you Fang Wenyu, are you different?"
Chapter completed!