In 1998, most of the positions in technical secondary schools were no longer allocated, but his father did not know. Zhao Peng did not want to contradict his father in person, so he did not speak.

"You can register for technical secondary school, right? I'll give you 100 yuan and register for technical secondary school tomorrow." Father said, put down the bowl and took out a cloth bag from the pocket of his clothes, and took out ten blue cards with a tremble.

10 yuan was handed to Zhao Peng through the air.

Here it comes again, Zhao Peng smiled inwardly.

On this night in his previous life, his father asked him to enroll in a technical secondary school. He was very reluctant and argued with his father in person. In the end, his father threw the plate away, smashed two thermos bottles, and vowed not to pay for his high school education.

But on the day of registration, my father looked at Zhao Peng who had been standing in front of his kang for a long time and was unwilling to leave. Finally, with a dark face, he and Zhao Peng took the undried corn of the season to the market and sold it at a low price.

That day, his father gave Zhao Peng 780 yuan for tuition, and he only had 1.7 yuan left. It was already afternoon after the corn was sold, and neither of them had eaten lunch. His father spent another 1 yuan to buy Zhao Peng a bowl of loose noodles, and

He didn't even get a drop of water, so he pulled the cart home hungry.

Zhao Peng hesitated, walked over and took the money in his hand. The money was still warm, carrying his father's body temperature.

Of course he has to go to high school, and it is impossible to take the technical secondary school entrance examination.

But he didn't want to argue with his father. It was pointless and he would only be suppressed by force.

It's not that you were reborn and suddenly gained status in front of your father. You should be whipped when you should be whipped. Gaining equal status is not something that happens overnight.

Zhao Peng noticed that his father's hands were shaking badly at this time, and the backs of his hands were all scratched by the gravel. He also saw that the big toe of his right foot was sticking out from the worn socks, and it was already bloody.

"Dad, your feet?!"

"I got hit by a brick today, it's nothing. I just need to find some spider webs to stop the bleeding."

When Zhao Peng had wounds on his body when he was a child, he never took any anti-inflammatory drugs. When the bleeding stopped, he would go to the corner to find spider webs and stick them on them. Sometimes he couldn't find spider webs, so he would just find some clean loess powder and sprinkle it on the wound.

Zhao Peng noticed that his father's soles were soaked with blood, and he didn't know how he endured the pain and rode back.

Feeling guilty.

Why didn't he notice this in his previous life?

…

Zhao Peng found the footbath outside the door, filled some hot water, brought it to his father's feet, and prepared to take off his socks.

My father subconsciously retracted his feet, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Dad, I just saw that your foot was injured and I wanted to help you wash it."

Zhao Peng had never washed his father's feet in his previous life. He and his father had always been in a state of confrontation when they were young. Later, the relationship eased and they met very rarely.

"Put it down and I will wash it myself." The father was still unwilling.

"It's okay. You can continue to eat. I'll just wash it for you."

"Tell me the truth, did you make a mistake again in school?" My father was a little confused by Zhao Peng's sudden courtesy. Thinking about it, this bastard must have made a mistake again.

I don’t know how much it will cost...

"It's nothing. Isn't it a natural thing for a son to wash his father's feet? Look, you're scared." Zhao Peng took advantage of his father's confusion and time to quickly take off his socks.

His father's feet were like the old roots of a dead tree, with many small cracks and holes slowly oozing with blood. Zhao Peng's eyes felt hot again. He gently put his father's feet into the water and carefully poured hot water on them.

I helped him wash off the blood stains bit by bit, then changed a basin of water and started to rub it for him.

"You really didn't make a mistake?!"

"If I say no, I won't. When did I say panic?!"

The father nodded, "Although you are a bit stubborn, you are quite honest. As long as you have not made any mistakes, our family is poor and we cannot afford to offend others. You just cut me, an old coward, into pieces and sell them piece by piece."

You can’t change it for much money.”

"Don't worry, I won't make any mistakes again."

The father didn't say anything else and began to slurp up the noodles in the bowl. The noodles had been soaked for a while and were already a little soft, but he ate them with gusto.

"The noodles taste pretty good today." He sighed.

Zhang Yali couldn't help but smile when she heard her husband's comments. Her husband was usually very tough and never complimented her on how delicious her food was. To get an okay compliment was the biggest compliment.

She looked at her son squatting on the ground and felt very happy. It took an afternoon for a boy to grow up. The old man was clearly talking about his son.

After dinner, Zhao Peng hurriedly washed the bowls and pots, and then helped his parents burn the kang.

To burn a kang, you put firewood into the kang, light it, and when it is almost burned, flatten it, put some wheat husks on top to suppress the fire, and it will heat up all night. The wheat husks can also be replaced by fine coals to store heat.

It would take longer, but Zhao Peng's family couldn't afford coal, so they kept burning the wheat to the husk.

After everything was done, Zhao Peng returned to his small room.

His house is on the east side of the yard, a small mud house, and he lives with his younger brother. His younger brother is in junior high school in the town next door, so he lives alone.

The roof of the house was in disrepair and had begun to fall. My father used a piece of plastic paper nailed in the air to cover the soil. The plastic paper was pressed out by the falling soil, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.

There are some words written by my father on the walls of the house, mostly about dragons and tigers.

For example, the dragon is soaring, the tiger is leaping, etc.

My father's handwriting is very good, whether it is calligraphy or pen calligraphy. Every year during the Chinese New Year, neighbors come to ask for Spring Festival couplets. When there are weddings and funerals in the village, my father is always the secretary.

Zhao Peng took out the textbook and put it on the desk and started to flip through it.

There are still more than two months until the high school entrance examination. Although he later went to junior college and then went to graduate school, he has forgotten very little about some basic knowledge in junior high school. There is no way he can match his status as one of the top ten in his grade. He has to simulate almost every week before the high school entrance examination.

If he takes a test once, he will definitely be exposed in the next test. This is the most troublesome problem.

After flipping through the book, English and Chinese are very simple, mathematics is not difficult, chemistry... He has a master's degree in chemical engineering. Politics is something that only junior high school students find difficult. For adults who have been educated by society for so long, they can't get it.

The full score is 120 points, and 100 points should be easily achieved.

The only problem is physics.

Oddly enough, as a science student, Zhao Peng's chemistry is at its peak, almost getting a perfect score, but every time he passes physics, he has to work hard.

He once spent a lot of time tutoring physics in high school, but with little success. He only scored 29 points out of 150 in physics in the college entrance examination...

It’s so outrageous!

If you shake the dice with your feet or write multiple-choice answers, you will definitely get more than this point.

Zhao Peng roughly estimated the current scores. Each subject of mathematics, mathematics, politics, physics and chemistry is 120 points, with a total score of 720 points. His current level is approximately:

Chinese: 110 points

Mathematics: 90 points

English: 110 points

Politics: 100 points

Chemistry: 120 points

Physics: 72 points (after all, this is junior high school physics, so give me a passing grade)

Then the total score is 602 points. This score will definitely not rank in the top ten, probably around the fifty.

After all, their Yucai Middle School is the best middle school among the seventeen townships in the surrounding area and is a key city.

Among them, mathematics can be raised to 110, and other subjects are basically at the limit. It is estimated that there is not much meaning in taking them all.

The reason he did well in junior high school in his previous life was because he focused on studying at that time, hoping to change his destiny through studying. Looking back now, some people's destiny will not really change because of studying.

It's nothing more than crawling from a small cage into a big cage.

Since it was Friday, he was not in a hurry to do his homework. After reading for a while, he lay on the hot kang and started thinking about things.

There are so many things to do after traveling through time!

Let your uncle and his family pay the punishment they deserve. Why did you spend two years in prison and live a prosperous life, but my mother has to live with scars for half her life? And since that time, my mother has been anemic and her blood pressure is often low.

Only fifty or sixty.

If I want to make my family rich, I have been reborn. With the thinking of more than 20 years later, I have witnessed the rapid development of the country. Even if it is not good, it is still ahead of the times. People of this era have many ideas. Getting rich is only a matter of time.

And school...

Those who bullied him, those who trampled on his dignity because he was poor, will all be punished. How come those who bullied others when they were young and made others struggle in pain with scars all over their bodies can grow up to be carefree and carefree in the world?

This shouldn't be the case.

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Chapter completed!