Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 210 The Angry Uncle
Pingyang County, Dongguan Primary School.

Zhao Wenmu arrived at the gate of the school early in the morning, and he brought his little follower along with him.

In the scorching summer, the father and daughter hid far away under the shade of a tree, each sucking a popsicle.

The get out of class bell of Dongguan Primary School is a big bell hung on a cypress tree, with a rope hanging underneath it. When class is in or out of class, there will be a teacher on duty to ring the bell.

The simple and thick copper bells made a long and distant sound, and children in red scarves came out happily playing and fighting.

Zhao Wenmu waited and waited, but the two little guys appeared for a long time.

But the scene at the school gate caught his attention.

A thin and small girl brought a small horse from nowhere. She patted the soil on the ground carefully, and then took out a lotus leaf from her schoolbag.

He took out some things from his schoolbag, which looked like food.

Sell ​​it in situ.

The little girl was thin and short, she looked like she was only four or five years old, and she was wearing a slightly long plaid skirt.

It can be seen that it is a mother's brand clothes unique to this era. It should be the clothes of my sister or cousin. I have changed the waistline and closed the sleeves.

Sister passes on to sister, brother passes on to brother, it's all like this in this day and age.

The skirt didn't fit very well, and it had been washed a little whitish, but it was very clean.

It could be seen that the little girl cared a lot about the dress. She wiped the stool carefully with her little hands before sitting down.

Zhao Wenmu watched with great interest, the children of the poor are already in charge of their families, and it is an honor to work and earn money.

Although Dongguan Primary School is good, most of the students who go to school here are children from ordinary families.

At the moment, there are no noble schools.

At least not in Pingyang County.

The little girl's business is good, and children coming home from school occasionally stop by her small stall and buy a little.

Zhao Wenmu saw clearly that what she was selling was maltose.

It should be made by the elders in the family.

After a while, Zhao Zimeng and Zhang Yuanming came out of the school. Zhao Wenmu remembered that today is Zhao Zimeng's duty, and Zhang Yuanming should be waiting for him inside.

Zhao Zimeng was holding the broom that he brought from Zhao Wenmu's house in the morning.

At this time, the school is on duty, and students are required to bring brooms from home.

When heating the stove in winter, students on duty also need to bring corn cobs or firewood from home to use as kindling.

Zhao Zimeng was very lively playing with the children who were traveling with him.

Zhao Wenmu was relieved to see him from a distance, it seems that this kid has adapted well in the new school.

Unexpectedly, when the little girl selling things saw them, she packed up her things in a panic and was about to leave.

And several little boys ran over immediately, surrounding the little girl.

Zhao Zimeng was also dragged and pulled over.

Zhao Wenmu squinted, and the little girl stopped sucking her fingers. This little clever ghost could feel that her father seemed to be angry.

The seven or eight-year-old boy was much taller than the thin and short little girl, and a group of people surrounded the poor little girl, seeming to be arguing fiercely about something.

The little girl rolled the maltose in the lotus leaf and wanted to put it in her arms, but the little boy tugged to grab the lotus leaf.

The lotus leaves, which didn't have much toughness, were quickly torn apart, and small white particles of maltose fell on the ground.

The little girl seemed to have gone crazy in an instant, grabbing the person beside her and starting to fight.

Zhao Zimeng stood in the crowd surrounding the little girl, his face was constantly changing, as if hesitating for something.

Zhang Yuanming wanted to fight, but was pushed away.

A tall and strong boy seemed to have injured his arm by the little girl. He grabbed the little girl's hair, stretched out his right leg, and slammed the little girl to the ground.

The maltose sprinkled on the ground was stepped on by everyone.

Zhao Zimeng, who was coerced by everyone, also stepped on it.

Deep disappointment and endless rage flashed in Zhao Wenmu's eyes.

As a father, he couldn't imagine what he would do if his little girl was treated like this one day!

He picked up the little girl in one hand and walked forward quickly.

"stop!"

Zhao Wenmu pushed the boy away, and he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Immediately burst into tears.

"You two, go home!"

Zhao Wenmu pointed at Zhao Zimeng and Zhang Yuanming, and shouted angrily.

I have never seen my uncle/uncle so furious, the two little guys took their little girl and left obediently.

"Why are you like this, you actually bully children!"

"You bastard!"

An old lady who looked like five or sixty years old pointed at Zhao Wenmu's nose and cursed.

It looks like it should be the boy's grandma.

A group of people bullied the little girl before, but they didn't see her speak out.

The little girl was taken away by the two brothers, Zhao Wenmu freed his hands and completely released the violence in his heart.

He picked up the boy who was sitting on the ground crying.

"If you bully others again, I will beat you to death!"

"roll!"

Pushing him to the old lady's feet again.

The old lady wanted to say something, but the little boy got up and was about to run, so she had no choice but to run after him.

"Whose parent are you, how can you beat someone?"

A middle-aged man stood up and accused.

He still has a file bag in his hand, which should be the teacher of the school.

"So many people bully a little girl, isn't she a student?"

"Why did you turn a blind eye just now?!"

Zhao Wenmu pulled the middle-aged man by the collar and pulled him to the front.

"What kind of teacher are you?! Tell me!"

The well-mannered middle-aged teacher was so frightened by Zhao Wenmu's disapproval of his relatives that he didn't know what to say, and kept muttering:

"How can an adult hit a child..."

Zhao Wenmu picked up the glasses he had dropped on the ground and patted the dust on them.

Then he grabbed the middle-aged teacher with one hand and put the glasses on him with the other.

Then he patted his face hard.

The face of the middle-aged teacher was photographed a little distorted.

Then he let go of his hand and left him aside.

Zhao Wenmu squatted down and looked at the little girl who was still sitting on the ground blankly.

The little girl's hair was disheveled, her arms and face were bruised, and her knees were torn.

She stared blankly at the maltose scattered on the ground, her eyes were dull, as if she had been frightened stupid.

Zhao Wenmu picked up the maltose one by one, patted it clean, took out a handkerchief and wrapped it carefully.

Just as he was picking up the malt candies, another slightly old hand appeared beside him. Zhao Wenmu looked up, and it turned out to be the old principal of Dongguan Primary School, Chen Pingshan.

"Sorry, it's my responsibility."

"I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again!"

The old principal handed the slapped maltose to Zhao Wenmu.

Zhao Wenmu nodded, but didn't say anything.

The old principal has taught and educated people for decades and has his own character.Now is not a later life, and teachers are still a group worthy of respect at this moment.

Unlike the future, it's just a job.

(End of this chapter)