Come out of the hotel.
Song Zhou was walking on the way to school.
Today I asked Liu Ren for a job collecting mountain goods, not only to make more money for myself, but more importantly, I want to find some work for Erheizi and his friends. When the development is good in the future, I will also open a business in the county. The restaurant can be considered as a way for my friends to have a serious job.
Come to school.
Looking at the school gate that he had not seen for a long time, Song Zhou felt as if he had been separated from another world.
But then the empty campus gave Song Zhou a blow.
It's summer vacation. How can Teacher Jiang come to school?
I've already gone home for the holidays, okay?
"Young man, what are you looking at?"
A middle-aged guard in his fifties came out of the guard room and looked at Song Zhou warily.
"Uncle, I didn't take the college entrance examination this year, so I want to talk to our teacher about repeating my studies."
Song Zhou took out the cigarettes he had prepared and handed one over, lighting it and saying with a smile.
"Which class are you in? Which teacher are you looking for?"
"I want to find Teacher Jiang from Class 9, Grade 3."
"Mr. Jiang Guohua, right? He happened to be organizing information at school today. Just register and go in."
"Okay uncle, if you are tired, help me look at my tricycle."
Song Zhou stuffed all the remaining cigarettes into the doorman's pocket, making the doorman smile from ear to ear.
This student is so grand. He has nothing to do anyway. He just squats at the door and stares at the tricycle, happily smoking cigarettes that he is usually reluctant to buy.
Walking into the campus, I went to the teacher's office according to my memory, knocked on the door, got a response from inside, and pushed the door open.
Jiang Guohua, who was wearing glasses and a shirt with a Chinese character face, looked at Song Zhou dully, stood up slowly, and pushed up his glasses.
"Classmate, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, teacher, I am Song Zhou, a senior high school student in the last class. I didn't get into college because I didn't study hard. I come here this time to repeat my studies. I hope you can give me some make-up lessons."
Jiang Guohua took a closer look and looked a little unhappy.
"I remember, you are the Song Zhou who never comes to class. Why do you suddenly think of repeating your studies?"
Song Zhou blushed a little.
In school, teachers can accept that you are not good at studying, but they do not have a good impression of a student who often skips school.
Whether you study well or not is a matter of talent, but whether you can study well or not is a matter of attitude.
Song Zhou scratched the back of his head, looked at Jiang Guohua sheepishly, chuckled a few times, and then said: "Teacher Jiang, I know I was wrong. There is no future in hanging around outside. Only by studying hard and getting into college can we have a bright future. You Just accept me."
"Well, it's not too late if you wake up in time, so how do you plan to learn?"
Seeing that Song Zhou's attitude was quite upright, Jiang Guohua also had a little more patience.
"I don't have a good foundation. I want to learn from the most basic ones and follow your arrangements. I will try to make up more during the summer vacation so that I can keep up with the progress of other students when school starts."
"As it should be."
Jiang Guohua picked up a pen and wrote down a series of addresses, then found a few books on the desk and handed them to Song Zhou.
"This is my home address. When you go back, read the first chapter and come see me tomorrow morning."
"Teacher Jiang, my family's financial situation is not good, so I did some small business. I have something to do in the morning. Do you think I can come to you in the afternoon?" Song Zhou took out ten yuan from his pocket and put it on the table.
"Take the money back. It won't be too late to give it to me when you can really persevere. Then come see me in the afternoon."
Jiang Guohua raised his hand and stuffed the money back into Song Zhou's pocket. He waved Song Zhou away and continued to concentrate on sorting out the information.
Song Zhou didn't say anything, bowed to Jiang Guohua, took the book and turned to leave.
Jiang Guohua glanced at his back, shook his head slightly, and sighed.
arrive home.
After Song Zhou put away the tricycle, he came to the Houshan Reservoir.
According to their past habits, Erheizi and Dahai would catch fish by the reservoir at this time, trying their best to give themselves a few more bites and save them from hunger.
"Damn it, I can't catch a single fish!"
"It would be great if Brother Xiaozhou was here. He is so smart that he can definitely catch fish."
Erheizi complained and threw the stick away, lying on the ground with his eyes closed to rest, but his stomach kept growling unsatisfactorily.
The young man has a big appetite, but his family is poor and can only eat half full at each meal.
"Heizi, do you think Brother Xiaozhou can really make money?" Dahai said with some worry: "My mother said that Jiang Xue's family not only requires Brother Xiaozhou to make money as gifts, but also requires Brother Xiaozhou to go to college next year. Investigate the matter, otherwise we will report it to the official."
"You ask me? How do I know?"
The two friends looked at each other and sighed.
This matter is beyond their ability, so they can only pray silently here.
"Heizi, the sea."
Not far away, Song Zhou waved and shouted at them. When he came to them, he handed over the steamed buns in his hand. The two of them were not polite, and each of them ate big gulps, muttering in his mouth.
"Brother Xiaozhou, it doesn't matter if you can't sell it. Let's think of other ways."
"That's right, Brother Xiaozhou, don't be discouraged. If it doesn't work out, let's go pick up the garbage and then go to my third uncle's place to sell it. Then we won't pay a penny and we'll give it all to you."
Seeing Erheizi and Dahai smiling, Song Zhou felt mixed emotions in his heart.
When I was in prison in my previous life, Heizi and Dahai helped me with all the large and small tasks at home. Especially during the difficult years when my father passed away and my mother was left alone at home, I relied on these two little helpers. This made my mother's life less difficult.
Later, after I became rich, I met the two of them several times.
From then on, I had no more messages from these two people.
I just heard that Erheizi had one of his hands broken off while working on a construction site and had to make ends meet, while Dahai opened a shoe repair stall to make ends meet.
Even though their lives were so difficult, the two of them had never asked him for help, and he was no one. He actually forgot about Fa Xiao and didn't give him any help.
"Erheizi, Dahai, I'm sorry for you."
Song Zhou's guilt-filled words left Er Heizi and Er Heizi confused.
"Brother Xiaozhou, what do you have to say to us?" Dahai swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and asked in confusion.
"Because I did something wrong in my last life and didn't help you live a good life. I'm the bastard!"
"Brother Xiaozhou, what you said is wrong. In my last life, I was still the big boss. It's up to me to let you live a good life, hahaha..."
Erheizi laughed loudly, never expecting that Song Zhou was telling the truth.
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense. This time I came to find a way for you two to make money. At the moment, I can only make a living, but in the future I will definitely let you be the boss!"
Song Zhou spoke with great aura, waiting to receive the spontaneous admiration in his eyes, with his words already prepared in his stomach.
