The heavens set sail from the courtyard

In the end, Xie's mother didn't take breakfast and went out with her purse. Before leaving, she also reminded Xie Qiao to study hard in school.

As for Wang Gang, Xie's mother was too lazy to urge him, because Wang Gang's predecessor Xie Lin's academic performance did not even have room for improvement.

"Linlin, Qiaoqiao, you should eat more in the morning, especially Qiaoqiao. You still have to dance, so you can't be hungry."

Grandma Xie spread stinky tofu fermented into two slices of fried steamed bread and handed them to Wang Gang and Xie Qiao respectively.

Wang Gang smelled the piece of steamed bread with a wonderful smell, but did not take it for a while.

"Linlin, eat quickly. You usually like to eat steamed bread with fermented bean curd."

Wang Gang's throat surged, and he reluctantly took the steamed bread slice and said, "Grandma, don't eat such strong-smelling food so early in the morning. My deskmate doesn't like it and complains to me every time."

Grandma Xie was surprised and asked, "Isn't your deskmate from the capital? This steamed bun is stuffed with stinky tofu, and there are other things that people in the capital don't like to eat."

Wang Gang was speechless and said, "Everyone has different tastes. Take soybean milk for example. Not everyone in the capital likes it."

Before Grandma Xie opened her mouth, Xie Qiao said, "Soy milk is so delicious, and there are still people who don't like it?"

Wang Gang looked at Qin Chuan and asked, "Do you like soy milk?"

Qin Chuan took a bite of the steamed bread and said, "I'm OK, but my mom doesn't like bean juice. She says it tastes like water soaked in a stinky rag!"

Grandma Xie said helplessly: "Okay! I will make less in the morning next time."

Xie Zirun noticed that his mother was in a bad mood, so he changed the subject and said, "Qiao Qiao, are you confident that you will be selected to perform at Tiananmen Square during the 1997 return?"

Xie Qiao paused, and even his eating movements became slow.

Qin Chuan laughed and said, "With her uncoordinated body, it's strange that she was chosen to perform the dance."

Xie Qiao was angry when he heard this: "Qin Chuan, you eat my food and dare to laugh at me, don't come to my house anymore."

Xie Zirun said with a smile: "Qiao Qiao, I see you dance very well at home, don't you?"

Xie Qiao put down his chopsticks and said with a sad face: "I don't know what's wrong. I dance well at home every time, but when I rehearse at school, I make mistakes. When others go right, I go left. When others stretch their hands, I stretch my feet."

Xie Zirun pushed his glasses and said, "You have a bad mental state. You get scared when you are in a crowded place. Your mother used to have this problem too."

Xie Qiao looked anxious and asked, "Then how did my mother change for the better?"

Xie Zirun said as a matter of course: "It hasn't been cured! Your mother still has that problem now, and you have inherited it, it's innate!"

Wang Gang coughed and said, "Uncle, you are making up stories about your aunt when she is not around. Be careful that she will come back at night and make you kneel on the washboard."

Xie Zirun's face changed, and he quickly warned: "Don't tell my aunt, otherwise I will be in trouble."

Xie Qiao stretched out his left hand and said with a smile: "Dad, it's okay if you don't want me to tell Mom."

As he spoke, Xie Qiao rubbed his left thumb, index finger and middle finger back and forth. The meaning was very clear.

Wang Gang and Qin Chuan put down their chopsticks at the same time and turned their eyes to Xie Zirun.

Xie Zirun now wanted to slap himself in the face. Who made him talk too fast?

"You can't tell anyone." Xie Zirun admitted defeat, took out a few dollars from his trouser pocket and put them in the hands of the three children.

"Here's some money for you to buy some soda after school."

"Thank you, Dad." Xie Qiao smiled immediately, and his eyes turned into crescent shapes.

"Thank you, uncle." Qin Chuan put the money into his pocket naturally without being polite to Xie Zirun.

Grandma Xie advised: "You should drink less soda. I will make mung bean soup this afternoon. Put it in the refrigerator for a while. It tastes better than soda."

"Do I have a share?" Qin Chuan said happily.

"If you want to drink mung bean soup, go home and ask your grandma to cook it for you, don't come to my house." Xie Qiao said disdainfully. Grandma Xie said cheerfully: "Qin Chuan, come over after school this afternoon. I will make braised pork ribs tonight, and you can come to my house for dinner."

"Uh." Qin Chuan's face turned bitter and he felt a little embarrassed.

Grandma Xie’s cooking skills are average. She’s OK at making simple things, but when it comes to serious cooking, she can use salt as sugar and vinegar as soy sauce, which is also amazing.

Qin Chuan ate there twice and never dared to come to Xie's house for dinner again.

"Mom, I got off work early today, so let me cook!" Xie Zirun also knew his mother's cooking skills, so he quickly said.

"You're tired after a day at work, and I have nothing to do at home anyway." Grandma Xie politely declined her son's "kindness".

"Grandma, uncle likes to cook, and aunt likes the food uncle cooks, so just let him cook!"

Through Xie Lin’s memory, Wang Gang also knew how good his grandmother’s cooking was, but he didn’t dare to try it himself.

"Is my cooking so bad? Look at you all, you don't want to eat it." Grandma Xie said angrily.

"We are worried that grandma will be too tired." Xie Qiao smiled awkwardly.

"Okay! Eat quickly, it's almost time to go to school." Xie Zirun glanced at his watch and reminded.

Wang Gang and Xie Qiao quickly finished their porridge, then went out with their schoolbags.

Qin Chuan went home to get his schoolbag. They were classmates, so naturally they went to school together. When he went out, he also met his next-door neighbor He Xiaozhou.

The He family also lived in a slum, separated from the Xie family by a wall.

Wang Gang discovered something interesting: the Xie family is an intellectual family, and Xie Zirun and his wife both work within the system.

After Qin Chuan's father was laid off, he started a business as a self-employed person and his family conditions were the best in the community.

The He family is much worse off. He Xiaozhou's parents both work in factories. They are not well educated and are honest and hardworking. However, He Xiaozhou is a top student. He is two years older than Xie Qiao and Qinchuan, and is currently a freshman in the city's key No. 4 Middle School.

The gathering of workers, intellectuals and self-employed people in one compound is simply a microcosm of this era.

"Brother Xiaochuan, good morning." Xie Qiao called He Xiaozhou sweetly when she saw him.

"Qiao Qiao, you wanted to borrow my junior high school notes before, and I sorted them out yesterday." He Xiaozhou pushed out the old-fashioned bicycle and said, "Come to my house to get them in the evening."

"Thank you, Brother Xiaochuan." Xie Qiao shouted happily.

"Brother Xiaochuan, last time I asked to borrow your notes, you refused. Why did you lend it to me as soon as Qiaoqiao asked?" Qin Chuan asked in confusion.

Xie Qiao sarcastically said: "Qin Chuan, what do you want to borrow the notes for? Are you using them to prop up the table legs?"

Qin Chuan was not convinced and said, "Who said it's useless? I can't work hard and get into No. 4 Middle School in the future?"

Xie Qiao rolled his eyes and said, "With your grades, you still want to get into No. 4 Middle School. You'll be lucky if you can graduate from junior high school."

Qin Chuan and Xie Qiao started quarreling again. He Xiaozhou was no longer surprised. It would be strange if this pair of bickering enemies didn't quarrel for a day.

"Brother Xiaochuan, can I see your notes?" Wang Gang said to He Xiaozhou.

"You want to borrow notes too?" He Xiaozhou asked in surprise.

"Well, I want to learn from it." Wang Gang didn't explain much.

He is a student now, and his main job is of course studying. It is normal for him to borrow notes, but for Xie Ling, it is definitely abnormal.

Xie Ling never liked studying since he was young. His textbooks were new every year, and he always ranked last in the class in exams.

"Okay! Come over in the evening and I'll let you copy one." He Xiaozhou thought Wang Gang was just making trouble and didn't take it seriously.

"No need to copy a copy, I'll just read it once." Wang Gang just wanted to familiarize himself with the learning materials of this era and didn't want to spend time taking notes. (End of this chapter)