Chapter 75：

On the third day of Hancheng's business trip, I missed him.

These days, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't even make a phone call to express her thoughts.

The breakfast was still delivered by Xiao Du. Today it was steamed buns and soy milk. Su Xiaoxiao did not expect that the breakfast in the army cafeteria was quite rich, and they came in different patterns every day.

However, Su Xiaoxiao worried that the food stamps at home would not be enough to eat like this every day, and even the food would have to be exchanged on the black market.

"Rice balls, I will let you, Uncle Zhao, not have to deliver breakfast tomorrow. Mom can make a lot of steamed buns with a pound of flour. If you go to the cafeteria, you may only buy three. Now it's cold. Mom will make some steamed buns this afternoon. We will eat sweet potato porridge tomorrow. and Baozi, okay?"

The little cub has no opinion on what to eat.

Zhuzi nodded: "Aunt Su's cooking is better than the cafeteria's."

The little rice ball took a bite of the steamed buns, it was really not as delicious as the ones made by my mother, I weakly raised my hand to apply: "Mom, can I apply for breakfast with prunes and vegetable patties? I just ate two and my father took them all. I want to eat!"

Su Xiaoxiao nodded: "Yes, yes, but there is no meat at home, there is only a little lard residue, which may not be as delicious as fresh meat."

The little rice ball didn't dislike it, and nodded: "The lard residue is also super delicious, and the baked pancakes are more fragrant than the steamed buns."

Su Xiaoxiao patted Cub's head. This snack foodie knows everything at a young age: "It's easy to get angry when it's baked, so I can't eat it often. It's almost enough to eat it once a month."

Little Rice Ball: "I know, Mom, I like to eat anything you do."

Su Xiaoxiao soaked the dried plum vegetables in advance, glanced at the lard residue, only half a bowl was left, better than nothing.

The family of four went back to school as usual, and Xiao Zhuzi carried Xiaodoubao back to the classroom to read early.

As soon as Su Xiaoxiao stepped into the office, Teacher Mo came up and said, "How is it? How is my son doing in the test?"

Su Xiaoxiao put down the paper, and many teachers had come back at that time. Su Xiaoxiao didn't know if she would mind letting other teachers know that her son was so bad in the test, so she found Zhou Dawei's paper and handed it to her: "You first take a look."

Mr. Mo took it, and it was full of red XX. The more he looked at it, the more shocking he was.

Teacher Mo looked up at Su Xiaoxiao: "Did you make a mistake? How could this be my son's paper?"

Su Xiaoxiao didn't expect her to react like this, which means that she has no knowledge of her son's foundation: "Zhou Dawei is indeed written in the name of the paper."

"Where's your child's paper?" Teacher Mo asked again.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't know what she was going to do, so she showed it to her.

When Mr. Mo saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately had an expression of "it's true". He smiled and said without a smile: "Isn't it Mr. Su? Both of your children take 100% on the exam, but my child only takes the exam. Fifty-two points? Wouldn't you tell me that only your children in the class got full marks? The other children failed, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao didn't think about it that much, she just wanted to discuss with her how to teach her children according to their aptitude to improve her children's grades, but she didn't expect that she was thinking in another direction.

"Mr. Mo, I don't know what you mean by asking this. There are indeed only two children from my family who got full marks in the test, but the majority of the students were over 90. There were only three students who failed in the class. Your son It's the third-to-last in the class." Since she didn't mind others knowing, Su Xiaoxiao simply put things into perspective.

Teacher Mo didn't believe it, and flipped through the papers of the other students.

Su Xiaoxiao was worried that the children paid too much attention to the level of a certain grade, so they did not arrange the test papers in the order of the scores.

Mr. Mo turned over several copies and said with a sneer: "Isn't it all seven or eighty? Where are the more than ninety points? I said Mr. Su, we teachers should treat each other equally and teach them equally. No class, is it interesting to teach your own children like you, leave a hand to other people's children, and let your own children get full marks in the test to humiliate other children's children?"

Su Xiaoxiao was so angry that she found out more than 20 papers with more than 90 points and put them in front of her: "Mr. Mo, you are also a language teacher yourself, can you check your brain before speaking? Ten classmates, here are 26 papers with a score of 90 or more, of which there are several papers with a score of 98 and 99. It is just one or two typos. If you are a little more careful, you will get a full score. Does that mean I'm saving a hand to teach other kids a typo or two?

Look at the scrolls of my two children and look at their handwriting. They are indeed enlightened by me. Before going to school, I taught them to write stroke by stroke, not only in Chinese classes, but also in other classes. , you can ask Teacher Chen, or ask her to take a math test to see if my child can also get full marks on the test.

In addition, learning is a student's obligation. I educate children to study well not to humiliate anyone, and I have never discriminated against children who do not study well. If you don't believe me, you can ask the students in my class.

During class time, I teach equally, and I will provide individual counseling after the thorough examination. But after all, each child has different aptitudes and different levels of effort in learning. It is impossible to achieve the same score for every child. If every child has the same score in the test, it is called teaching without distinction, then I may ask Mr. Mo, did the class you teach do it? Do you also keep a hand for children who can't do it? "

Teacher Mo was also stunned by his son's score. In addition, he subconsciously felt that Su Xiaoxiao would leak the question to his child in advance, and those angry words blurted out.

Teacher Chen couldn't listen to Teacher Mo for a long time, and she really liked the two students, Rice Ball and Zhuzi, and said directly: "Is it a problem to teach my own children at home? I also teach myself at home every day. Mathematical problems for grandchildren, Mr. Mo, you are also a language teacher, you can teach your children like Mr. Su, instead of saying yin and yang that Mr. Su did not teach your children well.

I have been teaching in this primary school for more than ten years. No matter what kind of exam, I have never seen a class where more than half of the class takes 90 points. You are so embarrassed to say that people keep one hand. If keeping one hand can teach students like this, then I will Also keep a hand. "

Other teachers also said: "Yes, Mr. Mo, there are only three students in the class who failed, and your son, a Chinese teacher, actually passed the third-to-last test. Shouldn't you find the reason from yourself? We are the only Chinese teachers in the school. , although my son's Chinese is not guaranteed to be 100% in the test, he rarely gets below 90% in the test."

Teacher Mo couldn't get off the stage all of a sudden, and shouted at the crowd: "I can teach myself, can I still use your words?"

After saying that, he ran out crying.

Teacher Chen said to Su Xiaoxiao: "Mr. Su, please ignore her. You call your son stupid all the time. When her son sees her, it's like a mouse sees a cat. If you can't teach your son well, you blame others."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Teacher Chen's back, but thought that Zhou Dawei was not stupid. Could it be that he was acting against Teacher Mo?

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The capital, the banquet hall of a certain country.

As the youngest medical representative, Director Han delivered an academic speech in his native language to Taishan Beidou from the medical circles of various countries, and then he repeated it in British English, which received the warmest applause from the audience.

Han Cheng bowed and walked off the podium without being arrogant or humble. Many people came over and shook hands with him to say hello. As the top person in charge of the city's medical system, Chen Bingyang patted him on the shoulder: "The future generations are formidable, and the future is promising."

Han Cheng looked at Taishan Beidou, who had more qualifications and experience than himself, and shook his head: "Learning is endless, but a drop in the ocean."

This is not Han Cheng's self-esteem. After participating in this exchange conference, he has strengthened his determination to return to school for further study.

After the meeting, Han Cheng took five dried plum biscuits and half a box of smoked fish made by Su Xiaoxiao to an old hutong courtyard.

In the capital of late autumn, the fallen leaves are falling, and the city is full of golden armor. The old locust trees in the alleys are also rushing to add autumn color. The so-called golden autumn, even the rustling leaves under the feet are golden.

Han Cheng knocked on the door of one of the dilapidated courtyard houses.

The door is still the locust tree with a crooked neck, and the bougainvillea in the corner is still there, leaving bare branches.

After a long time, with a "crunch", the crumbling ancient door was opened, and a white head protruded from it. Seeing Han Cheng, the dim old eyes flashed an invisible surprise, and then he retracted his face and said: "Is this where you came from? What are you doing here? Walk around, don't wait to see you!"

The old man said that he was about to close the door, but Han Cheng held it back with one hand: "Old Chief, I'm here for a meeting. I'll stop by and see you. Our chief also greets you."

The old man pouted and stubbornly wanted to close the door: "I don't know, let's go!"

Han Cheng had no choice but to hand over the lunch box in his hand: "My daughter-in-law made the biscuits with dried plums and smoked fish, and I'll bring you here to give you a taste of her craftsmanship."

The old man's cloudy eyes lit up with a "ding": "Plum biscuits? Smoked fish? How did she know I liked this? What did you tell her?"

Han Cheng: "..." This is really a beautiful misunderstanding, even he didn't know she did this until he got home.

"No," the old man said again, "Isn't Yang Mei gone? Where did you get your daughter-in-law? Married another?"

Han Cheng nodded slightly: "Yes, her name is Su Xiaoxiao, and she is very kind to me and the children."

The old man nodded: "Your boy's eyes are naturally good."

Having said that, he had already opened the lunch box, sniffed the smell of dried plums and meat patties, and his old eyes were even brighter. Then he opened the lunch box of smoked fish, couldn't wait to smell it, and looked at Han Cheng in surprise: "Your new daughter-in-law is Hui Shi. People or people from the Shanghai market?"

Han Cheng has already explained this once, and the daughter-in-law's craftsmanship is very difficult: "No, she likes to fiddle with these things, and she can cook a little of any dish."

The old man took a bite of a piece of smoked fish and kept nodding: "It's delicious, and the taste is very authentic. Your daughter-in-law is married well, it would be great if you could live next to me."

When Han Cheng saw that the old chief's clothes were all torn, his hands were dirty, and his hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time, he couldn't help feeling sad: "Old chief, how are you?"

"Me?" The old man raised his head and glanced at Han Cheng, "I'm fine, just wait and get out of the way."

Han Cheng retracted his hand, and the old man closed the door with a bang. The door shook a few times, and Han Cheng was worried that it would fall.

After a while, the door opened with a creaking sound, and Han Cheng's lunch box was thrown out of the crack, and the old man's voice came from inside: "Don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future, the things in the lunch box are not for Yours, it's me who will thank your daughter-in-law, walk around, don't gossip at my door, so that people can see it badly."

Han Cheng bowed to the door: "The old chief, take care of yourself, next time you have the opportunity to bring Xiaoxiao and the children to see you."

Planning to return to the capital is not a word, Hancheng dare not entrust the big, there will always be opportunities in the future.

The old man's voice drifted away: "Don't come, I don't want to see you!"

Han Cheng knew that the old chief didn't want to affect them, so he didn't stay too long, picked up the lunch box, turned around and left.

Han Cheng returned to the hostel and was about to take the lunch box to wash before realizing that the weight was wrong. When he opened it, there was a golden bar lying inside. Han Cheng raised his hand to rest on his forehead. This thank you...