Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

From childhood to adulthood, the eldest brother was the most spoiled in the family, while the third brother was the most unruly. Chen Lihua, by pretending to be quiet, never suffered the slightest beating or scolding.

This slap shattered her pride and stunned her calculations.

"What did I do wrong? What right do you have to hit me?!"

Realizing what had happened, Chen Lihua burst into tears, her sobs piercing: "Just because I want to go to university, you hit me? What kind of father are you?"

"Stop crying! Shut up!" Chen Deshun's voice wasn't loud, but it was chilling.

He didn't look at his youngest daughter who was throwing a tantrum, but instead turned his gaze to his third son, Chen Jianshe, who was cracking sunflower seeds and watching with great interest.

"Third brother, tell her, what right do I have to hit her?"

Chen Jianshe paused in his sunflower seed-eating, chuckled, and said ingratiatingly, "What right do you have to say that? If a father is disciplining his own child, can't he just beat him however he wants?"

He had disliked Chen Lihua for a long time. She did nothing at home all day, and after getting into high school, she became even more arrogant, looking down on everyone.

Now that they've finally got a chance to kick someone when they're down, they certainly won't hold back.

Chen Lihua's crying stopped abruptly, her face turning pale and then flushed.

Chen Deshun turned his gaze back to his youngest daughter's face. Anyone with eyes could see the disgust in Chen Lihua's eyes for this family and for him. Naturally, Chen Deshun would not continue to indulge her.

"Did you hear that? Now you know why I can hit you."

"I'm the boss in this house. You'll have to listen to the rules I set. If you don't want to, fine. Pack your things and get out."

Chen Lihua angrily scanned everyone present, and not a single person stood up to speak for her. Chen Jianshe not only did not help her, but also took advantage of her misfortune and deliberately laughed at her.

His gaze shifted to Chen Deshun, and he sneered inwardly: You want to threaten me with the college entrance exam, then control me and turn me into your money-making tool?

Haha, this is her biological father. If she didn't still need to spend her family's money, she would want to cut ties with this family immediately.

You look down on me today, but I will make you all regret it in the future!

Chen Lihua wiped away the tears that hadn't dried on her face, made a vow in her heart, and then turned and walked towards her room.

"Stop!" Chen Deshun shouted sternly.

Chen Lihua, her face full of grievance, roared, "What! Don't I even have the right to go back to my own room?"

Chen Deshun pointed to the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "I don't care if you go back to your room, just clean up the dishes first."

Chen Lihua picked up her bowl and chopsticks with a resentful expression and walked towards the sink outside.

After Chen Lihua left, the room was silent, except for the faint sound of the third brother spitting sunflower seed shells into the winnowing basket.

The second son tugged at his arm and said to Chen Deshun, "Dad, the third son and I haven't eaten yet, so we're going out first."

"I'm going out to find my classmates," the fourth brother said.

Chen Deshun waved his hand, telling them to leave quickly. He was too lazy to deal with them, and it would be better for him to have some peace and quiet once they were gone.

He looked at the empty room, picked up the now-cold water glass beside him, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

His gaze fell on the black-and-white photograph of his deceased wife on the cabinet, and he murmured softly, "Tell me, am I doing the right thing?"

Suddenly, he felt a little lost, unsure whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

But he knew that if he let things go unchecked like he had in his previous life, he would surely repeat the same mistakes.

He doesn't want to be a workhorse; he wants to be the helmsman!

"ha……"

Chen Deshun yawned, preparing to go back to his room to catch up on sleep.

He used to have a very tough life. He worked three shifts in the factory, six days a week. While others participated in cultural and sports activities at the factory, he never had a moment's rest after get off work or on his days off.

He needs to pay off his debts and support his family, so he has to find ways to make money.

He did all sorts of dirty, hard, and tiring jobs, from carrying sand and hauling heavy bags to pedaling tricycles. He also did part-time repairs on small items, such as pens, old-fashioned radios, and bicycles.

The heavy pressure and high-intensity work, coupled with a lack of attention to diet and rest, completely ruined his health.

Fortunately, it's not too late now; we need to gradually recover our health.

As the great leader once said: Health is the foundation of revolution!

The longer you live, the poorer you become, and the more you understand the weight of this saying.

Boom boom boom!

I had just walked back to my bedroom and hadn't even lain down when there was a knock on the door.

"Which brat can't open the door himself?"

Chen Deshun muttered something, but still went to open the door.

He paused for a moment when the door opened.

The person standing at the door wasn't one of his children, but a woman who looked to be in her early thirties.

She was wearing a light-colored fleece sweater, dark-colored polyester trousers, and simple square-toed cloth shoes.

Her black hair was simply tied back, her face was without any makeup, and she had no extra decorations. She looked like a well-educated and refined person.

"Who are you?"

Chen Deshun stared at the woman at the door, his mind racing, but he couldn't recall her at all.

Where was he on this day in his previous life?

Today is the day I borrowed money from Chen Jianguo. It's a special day, so I remember it quite clearly.

Back then, I would leave right after finishing my meal and go out; I wasn't even home.

No wonder, he had no recollection of the woman in front of him or anything related to her.

"Excuse me, is this Chen Sanqi's home?" the woman asked.

"Yes." Chen Deshun nodded.

"Hello, my name is Jian Xueping. I am Chen Sanqi's Chinese teacher and also his homeroom teacher."

The woman introduced herself gracefully and gently, asking, "Excuse me, may I come in?"

"Oh, please come in!"

Chen Deshun stepped aside to let her in, but deliberately left the door wide open.

These days, it's best to be careful when a man and a woman are alone together in a house, even if it's their own home, especially if the other person is a stranger.

Work style issues cannot be taken lightly!

I learned my lesson the hard way when I went to a "green" massage parlor to relax in my past life.

Fortunately, there were surveillance cameras installed on the roadside, which cleared him of his innocence.

If the charges are proven true, he'll definitely be locked up behind bars, his reputation ruined in his later years.

After entering the room, Jian Xueping quickly glanced at the furnishings, pulled over a chair from the table, and sat down.

"Ms. Jian, are you here for a home visit?"

Chen Deshun poured Jian Xueping a glass of warm water and got straight to the point.

Home visits are quite common in this era and are part of the homeroom teacher's job. They usually use their off-duty or rest time to visit students' homes and communicate face-to-face with parents.

The purpose of home visits is not only to "complain," but also to gain a comprehensive understanding of the student's family environment and to work together with the parents to educate the student.

In another twenty or thirty years, as society becomes increasingly restless, the practice of home visits will gradually disappear.

First, there's money, which is easy to understand.

Secondly, it involves the lower body, regardless of gender. There are quite a few cases of teachers and parents having sex, but of course, we cannot generalize.

"Yes."

Jian Xueping took the water glass, took a sip, and seemed to be carefully considering her words.

Seeing this, Chen Deshun smiled and took the initiative to ask, "Teacher Jian, you've come all this way, so please speak frankly. Has Chen Sanqi been disobedient at school and caused trouble?"