As long as you can become his student and study hard for a year, it is not impossible to get into college.
"Son, son, you'd better go and beg Jiang Qizhen. This matter is too difficult. Don't be impulsive." Yan Huiru looked at the signs of cracking in the wound on her son's arm distressedly, and pulled him over to bandage it again. advised.
"Mom knows that you are a strong kid, but getting into college is not something you just talk about casually. If you feel that you can't say it out loud, then mom will go with you to beg your Uncle Jiang tomorrow."
Looking at his mother's gray hair and his father's weathered face, Song Zhou burst into tears.
Obviously, my parents are only in their fifties now, but they look like old people in their sixties.
A large part of this is caused by worrying about yourself.
Thinking of this, two lines of clear tears fell silently, and she gently held her mother's hands.
Like tree bark.
Rough, full of calluses, and cracked holes all over.
"Mom, you have worked hard these years. It is me who has made you worry too much. It is all my fault!"
Yan Huiru gently wiped away her son's tears, hugged Song Zhou and couldn't help crying. A warm current slowly flowed through her heart. Song Zhengjun next to her wanted to scold him, but he couldn't say anything.
There were too many things going on this day. Smelling the scent of his mother, the injured Song Zhou felt that the pain from being beaten on his body had eased a lot. He was no longer worried, worried or irritated. He was now wrapped tightly in a sense of security that he had never experienced in his previous life. live.
Unknowingly, he fell into a deep sleep.
The second before I fell asleep, I seemed to hear my father sighing.
"A prodigal son can never change his mind, but a fool can change his mind."
The next day, Song Zhou woke up suddenly as the warm sunshine shone on his face.
Looking at the familiar home around him, with the big rooster clucking outside the house, and the figures of his parents busy in the yard, Song Zhou wiped away a cold sweat.
Fortunately, it was not a dream, I was really back!
His eyes immediately became firm.
Looking up at the blue sky outside the window, I growled in my heart.
God, since you let me live a new life, I will never have any regrets in this life!
"Dad, I will take care of the money. There are still two months until Xiaoxue goes to school. I will definitely let you see Xiaoxue and I getting engaged."
"I'm warning you, if you dare to go astray, I will turn against you!"
Of course Song Zhengjun knew his son's virtue. Seeing him so confident, some images of illegal crimes suddenly appeared in his mind.
Yan Huiru was also startled, turned around and patted Song Zhou's arm.
"You brat, your father is right. I won't dare to stop you when your father breaks your legs."
"Don't worry, mother. I'm sensible. I'm going to leave first. Mother, I won't be back at night, so don't wait for me."
"Hey... can you get some money?"
"No mom, I'm here to make money, not spend money!"
Seeing Song Zhou jumping and disappearing from the door, Yan Huiru reluctantly put the money back in her hand. Song Zhengjun said angrily: "Just spoil him."
"That's our son, can we just ignore it? I'm going back to my parents' house in the afternoon and borrow some from Xiaozhou's uncles."
"Hey, I hope this kid is really sensible."
While walking on the road, people enjoying the cool weather on the roadside looked at Song Zhou with strange eyes.
"Have you heard? Jiang Qizhen is going to marry Xiaoxue to Song Zhou."
"I've heard about it a long time ago. Alas, it's a pity that this girl Xiaoxue is a serious college student. She can't find any man she wants in the future, so she falls into the hands of Song Zhou."
"What you heard is wrong. Jiang Qizhen's family has conditions. He must wait until Song Zhou is admitted to college next year before he can get married. Otherwise, he will still be sued!"
"Take the college entrance examination? Oh, if this bastard Song Zhou can get into the university, I will dig up my family's graves. It's really bragging and I won't do any drafts."
The sound of discussion fell into Song Zhou's ears clearly, but it did not make him feel any emotions.
He knew very well what kind of virtue he had in the past. Before taking any substantive action, it was normal for others to talk behind his back, slander him, and even abuse him.
It is also something that one should bear.
If you want to be successful, you must use actions to impress them. There is no point in using words.
There are two things I have to do now.
One, make four hundred yuan in two months.
Second, find Teacher Jiang and become his student.
Having fought in the Shang Hai for decades in his previous life, Song Zhou had a very clear mind and was quite confident.
This was 1985. It was an era when the country had just opened its market and the economy was developing rapidly across the country. It was also an era when a large number of self-employed people were booming. To put it bluntly, as long as you were bold, dared to think and dared to do something, you would be a fool in this trend. All can fly.
Going forward, stock waves will follow.
As long as you have money on hand to buy some stock subscription warrants and randomly buy some Moutai, Changhong and other stocks, you will be able to eat and drink for a lifetime even if you sit around without daring to do anything!
But now I only have five yuan in hand, not to mention the start-up capital, which is not even enough for a sip of soup.
"Damn it, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice! What are these five yuan enough for?"
Song Zhou got up and went to the big tree in the east of the village. Lao Zhang, the barber, had nothing to do. He paid fifty cents to ask him to tidy up carefully for him. In addition, he was wearing new clothes that he just bought today. Zhou whole person seemed to be in good spirits.
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.
If you want to make money, you must be mentally alert.
Song Zhou was going to visit the city.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the entrance of the village, he saw his future "father-in-law" Jiang Qizhen walking towards him.
"Uncle Jiang, what are you going to do?" Song Zhou made a mistake before and was not suitable for exuding a "tyrannical spirit", so it was better to be more cowardly.
"The leaders in the county want to see me." Jiang Qizhen said without a smile. He looked at Song Zhou with cold eyes and shouted angrily: "Boy, since my daughter has spoken, I will see how you perform. Besides, I, Jiang Qizhen, have not fallen to the point of selling my daughter. I I take care of my son's affairs myself, you only need to be responsible for Xiaoxue, do you understand?"
"understood."
"Remember, if you don't get into college, even if I kill you with my own hands, you won't be able to get away with it. I, Jiang Qizhen, will not rub sand in my eyes!"
After Jiang Qizhen finished speaking, he straightened his back and strode toward the village head, as if he could hold up the world.
Song Zhou knew that Jiang Qizhen had been awarded the title of "Fighting Hero", and the county leaders would come to express condolences in person during every festival. There was probably some conference today that required Jiang Qizhen to speak on stage, and he would definitely have a good meal at the county's state-owned hotel at noon.
Wait, a state-owned hotel?
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