In this day and age, the common people's families basically did not have much money.
Therefore, children ate a lot to satisfy their physical needs. As the saying goes, a young boy eats his father to death.
She was full in the morning, but in the middle of the morning, her stomach began to grumble. To put it bluntly, it was because the energy density of the food was too low.
At this moment, a few more friends joined Liu Fan's team.
And there was actually Little Dang.
Looking at the Erhe Noodles Mantou in Liu Fan's hand, Little Dang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
She was not full today.
As their house had been smashed and they had lost their money, Qin Huiru had formulated a diet plan at home.
The living conditions of the Old Merchant's family plummeted.
In the past, Little Dang could eat two Erhe Noodles Mantous, but now he was only allowed to eat one.
In Jia Zhang-shi's words, it was 'Why does the wretched girl eat so much?'
"I don't need it!" Liu Fan gave the steamed bun to Cui Zhanzhan and said,""I'm not hungry. You can eat it yourself!”
"Then I'll give it to you!" Cui Zhanzheng handed it to Liu Shuangxi.
Liu Shuangxi said proudly," I'm already a fourth-year student. How can I have the cheek to take something from a first-year kid like you? I don't want it." Keep it for yourself!"
Little Dang was almost drooling."War, give it to me. I didn't eat my fill this morning.”
"Bah!"
Cui Zhanzheng spat at her and said,""I'm not giving it to you. You still want to snatch Fanfan's pencil case!”
"You!" Little Dang's face turned pale.
Cui Zhanzhan put away the steamed bun and turned to look at Liu Fan.
His friends talked as they walked.
"Fan Fan, I heard that your family had white rice last night, right?" Liu Shuangxi suddenly said.”
"Delicious, right? How does it taste? I've never eaten white rice in my life!”
"I haven't eaten it either!"
"It must be very fragrant, right?"
"I heard from my mom that the rice is very fragrant!”
The surrounding friends all cast envious gazes at him.
Big white rice was only a legend.
People in Beijing basically ate noodles. They rarely ate rice. Rice was mainly used to cook porridge. Usually, no one could afford to eat big white rice.
Liu Fan was thinking about how to answer his friend's question.
In the end!
Little Dang said coldly,""Tsk…"
"What's there to show off about eating white rice?”
"What's so great about it!"
She was very unconvinced.
She was not convinced by Liu Fan's beating yesterday, and she was even more indignant when she saw Liu Fan eating white rice.
Cui Zhanzheng didn't give her the steamed bun just now, so she was even more angry.
Now that he finally had a chance to turn things around, Little Dang immediately mocked him.
" Hey…" Liu Shuangxi said," Little Dang, don't talk big. What's so great about eating a big bowl of white rice? Have you eaten it before?"
"As if you've eaten it before?"
"I haven't eaten it before!" Little Dang pulled the strap of his bag and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He said,""But I can eat it today…My silly uncle has already promised me that he will bring rice from the rolling mill today and cook it for me!”
"Cui Zhanzheng, it's not too late to beg me now!”
"Hurry up and give me that piece of steamed bun. I'll let you have a taste of white rice tonight!”
Little Dang stared at the steamed bun in Cui Zhanzhan's hand.
Cui Zhanshi sneered,"Get lost, I'm not that greedy!"”
These children only saw things on the surface.
However, after Liu Fan heard Little Dang's words, his eyes moved slightly.
Something was wrong!
He Yuzhu wanted to steal rice from the factory!
Speaking of which, as the chef of the rolling mill, He Yuzhu usually brought some leftovers from the factory. Although many people were dissatisfied, no one could do anything about it.
These are leftovers from the leader. What's wrong with me bringing some?
Factory Manager Yang already said that he wanted me to take care of it.
But rice was different.
This was an ingredient, a national resource.
Heh…the crime of stealing state-owned assets, hehehe…He Yuzhu was really awesome.
……
When…
When…
When…
On the withered sycamore tree, large leaves were slowly left behind in the autumn wind.
The autumn morning sun shone on the ground, casting a golden hue on the earth.
Principal Zhao, who was in his fifties, stood under the parasol tree with his arms around his body. He raised his hand and pulled a bell hanging on the branch of the parasol tree. He started to ring it with all his might.
The bell rang.
" Quick, quick, quick, let's play reserve, let's play reserve…Let's go to the toilet!"
"Prepare, prepare, come to the toilet for the meeting!”
The children laughed and rushed to the toilet.
The bell had to be rung twice before class. The first bell was the preparatory bell to remind the students to do what they should do and to go to the toilet.
Ten minutes later, the bell rang again.
After going to the toilet, the students returned to the classroom one after another.
There were only three large classrooms in the entire Hongxing Road Primary School.
That's right!
The first and second grade students were in the same classroom, the third and fourth grade students were in the same classroom, and the fifth grade students were in a separate classroom.
It was just so weird.
When the students were in class, the teacher said,"First year students, please prepare your lessons. Second year students, open your textbooks.”
After the second grade students finished their lessons, the teacher would then teach the first grade students.
This was called double teaching.
It was a major feature of the 1960s, but not all schools were like this.
Only places with insufficient teaching resources would be like this.
For example, at the steel rolling mill.
It wasn't that there weren't enough teaching resources, but that there were too few students. If they were spread out, there would only be 20 to 30 students in a class. It would be a waste of resources, so they used this double-layered teaching method.
A tall female teacher with a ponytail and a brownish-red checkered coat walked into the classroom.
In this era, everyone wore clothes made by hand.
The teacher's clothes were obviously bought from a clothing store.
Although in the eyes of Liu Fan, this was still very low, in fact, in this era, this was synonymous with fashion.
Moreover, this teacher was wearing an exquisite female watch on her wrist.
The math teacher, Teacher Ran, Ran Qiuye!
Liu Fan, who was familiar with the plot, knew that Ran Qiuye almost got together with He Yuzhu.
However, Qin Huairu had forcefully messed things up. Many people felt that it was a pity.
Actually, it was not the case.
The reason Ran Qiuye had a good impression of He Yuzhu was because the two of them did not spend much time together. She did not understand He Yuzhu well enough.
Otherwise, with Ran Qiuye's taste, how could she have taken a fancy to such an idiotic fellow?
"Hello, students!"
Ran Qiuye looked at the noisy children and said,""Stop talking. First grade students, please open your math textbooks. Today, we're still learning two-digit addition!”
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