After walking through the front yard and passing the hanging flower gate, Qin Jingru saw children playing.

Among them, the most conspicuous ones are the three from the Yang family.

The boy has a tiger-like appearance, a bit like Yang Xiaotao, and he is not very old, but he is not short. The children in the courtyard who are one year older than him are not as tall as Duanwu.

In addition, he has a good education and is sweet-tongued and lovable when meeting everyone.

As for the two girls, one is named Yueyue and the other is Rongrong. They are very pink and cute.

She eats well, has white and tender skin, and especially wears the same clothes, just like the lucky doll in the porcelain basin.

Qin Jingru looked at the three children with envy.

According to the schedule, nothing happened this month, so she happily went to the hospital for a check-up.

Unexpectedly, I was not pregnant, but was delayed for a few days due to anxiety during this period.

Not getting pregnant made her disappointed for a while, but she quickly recovered. After all, she had been disappointed enough.

snap

A match stick flew over from a short distance and landed at her feet. Qin Jingru looked closely and saw that Duan Wu was aiming to the side and masturbating.

This kind of pistol has become a must-have weapon for children inside and outside alleys. It is simple to make and does not use materials. Even older children can make one.

Almost everyone has one hand.

Looking at Dragon Boat Festival running over, Qin Jingru picked up the matchstick from the ground and handed it over.

Duanwu glanced at it, then took it and said by the way, "Thank you, Auntie."

Hearing this, Qin Jingru smiled and said, "Duanwu is so good. Your pistol is so beautiful."

"My dad made this for me."

Duanwu smiled and ran away, continuing to play with the children in the yard.

Qin Jingru was even more envious, "When I have a son, I will ask his father to make pistols."

With that said, he walked towards the backyard.

Behind her, at Auntie's house, Yi Zhonghai was sitting at the door of the house, with his right leg on the side, looking at Qin Jingru who was leaving, thoughtfully.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao rode a bicycle and rushed to Yangjiazhuang with Ran Qiuye.

"Daughter-in-law, hold me tight. I'm going to speed up."

After leaving Sijiucheng, Yang Xiaotao began to accelerate.

This was not the first time Ran Qiuye had made a motorcycle, so he naturally knew what to do, so he reached out and hugged Yang Xiaotao from behind.

"Right, that is it."

Feeling the softness from his back, Yang Xiaotao was very satisfied.

I finally understand the joy of riding motorcycles in my previous life.

"Slow down and pay attention to your safety."

Ran Qiuye didn't notice, but because the speed increased, he leaned forward so that he felt safe.

Smoke and dust rose along the way, and soon we arrived at Yangjiazhuang Primary School.

The car parked on the playground and immediately attracted the attention of a group of children.

This kind of motorcycle is a novelty.

Even the villagers have seen very few of them.

Yang Xiaotao pulled out the key and quickly followed Ran Qiuye to the office.

At this time, people from the village were already standing outside. These were the parents of the candidates.

If it weren't for Yang Dazhuang and others guarding the front, someone would have rushed in long ago.

Seeing Ran Qiuye and Yang Xiaotao coming back, everyone quickly moved aside to let the two of them in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Mr. Yang standing aside, and Liu Yonghui and two other teachers were counting data.

Seeing this, Ran Qiuye hurriedly stepped forward to help with statistics.

"Master, have the results come out?"

"We have just opened the transcript that arrived at around two o'clock in the afternoon and are checking the number of people."

The grandfather was a little nervous. Last time, Yang Xiaotao went to Hongxing Primary School to get his results, but this time he was in school, facing it in person, so he was naturally very nervous.

Speaking of which, Yang Xiaotao was surprised that the grandfather, who had never been nervous before going to the battlefield, was so nervous for the children at school.

Ran Qiuye sat aside, holding a pen in his hand and scratching on the transcript, writing down names.

Yang Xiaotao walked around and glanced at the completed transcripts from time to time.

At just one glance, I felt that the performance of the students in this exam was mixed.

Some did very well in the exam and got good grades.

Some are even more than ten points behind.

You know, how difficult it is to take the junior high school entrance examination now. Sometimes you will not be able to go to school if you are just one point away.

And this score is probably due to a careless typo of a word, a word, or an arithmetic problem.

Half an hour later, Ran Qiuye looked at the names on the list, and Liu Yonghui picked up the original data sheet and started reading and checking.

It wasn't until all the names were found that everyone looked at the final statistics.

Mr. Yang couldn't wait any longer. The doors and windows were all occupied by human heads.

"What's going on? How many children have passed away?"

Grandpa and Uncle Jiu were a little anxious and asked quickly.

A smile appeared on Ran Qiuye's face, "Master, Uncle Nine, we have a total of 128 students taking the high school entrance examination this time. Based on the results we received and the application status, it is now confirmed that 83 students can pass.

There are still twelve people left who have to look at the school’s score line.”

"More than eighty? A lot, a lot."

Uncle Jiu murmured to himself, then picked up the data compiled on the table and quickly came to the door, "Let's go out and talk."

Soon, Uncle Jiu's voice came from outside the room. Names were called out one by one, and then the results were announced.

Waves of cheers continued, making parents who heard their children pass overjoyed.

"Teacher Ran, congratulations."

Yang Xiaotao was joking from the side, and Ran Qiuye smiled.

Although this pass rate is not as good as last year, the base this year is large. It is already rare for so many children to be admitted to junior high school.

However, some people are happy and others are worried. Those who failed the exam will naturally feel sad at home.

There is no way, the school is not a charity, there must be reasons for not passing the exam, and the teacher has nothing to do.

After all the results are announced, the results of each student will be posted on the blackboard at the school gate for everyone to check.

There is no need to hide this achievement for future generations, saying it is to take care of the children's 'self-esteem'.

Here, if you have such a ridiculous self-esteem, if you don't obey, you will realize your mistake immediately after two hungry meals.

Those in later generations always have a bad temper, and their grandparents chase after them with bowls to feed them. This is because they are used to eating too much.

As night falls, Yangjiazhuang Primary School is still bustling with activity.

The villagers gathered together to express their gratitude to the school teachers, and at the same time they also wanted to hear about the future of the children.

Siheyuan

Xu Damao walked in from the outside. Just as he was about to enter the house, he saw that there seemed to be an old hen missing in the cage at the door.

He lowered his head suddenly and checked, and found that one was really missing.

"daughter in law."

Opening the door, Xu Damao smelled it with his nose. There was no smell of meat in the air. Then he asked, "Did you cook the chicken tonight?"

"Chicken? What are you thinking about? Does our family still have money to buy chicken?"

Qin Jingru got up from bed, slept for most of the afternoon, and finally regained her energy.

"No, you didn't kill the chicken, but what about the old hen in our chicken coop?"

"Huh? Old hen? What's wrong?"

Seeing that Xu Damao was not joking, Qin Jingru immediately ran out to check the situation. Sure enough, an old hen in a cage was missing.

"Where's the chicken?"

"Da Mao, where are our chickens?"

Qin Jingru asked loudly, while Xu Damao looked gloomy.

"Needless to say, it must have been stolen."
To be continued...