Coming Back in 1990s Chapter 9

Yongjia Middle School is located to the north of Fang Baijia, about four or five kilometers away, and can be reached in just over ten minutes by bike.

When Fang Bo came back, he rode his bike with one hand, looking as cool as he could be;

This time when rushing to Yongzhong, he had to put his right hand on the handlebars, use his legs to move, and rush forward in a hurry.

He knew his aunt's house, and more than ten minutes later, he arrived at the faculty and staff area of   Yongzhong.

Today is the weekend and the school is open. The guard let him in because he didn't look like a gangster. In addition, the management of the staff dormitory area was not strict and was managed separately from the teaching area.

Building 2, Unit 1, Room 302, this is his aunt's home.

As soon as Fang Bai went upstairs to the second floor, he heard his mother and aunt talking.

When Fang Bai saw her mother standing at the door, she became furious. This aunt didn't even open the door and invite her to sit in the house.

His mother worked in the school's logistics department and rarely visited her home.

My aunt never paid any attention to my mother when she saw her at school, for she was afraid that her colleagues would embarrass her if they knew that she had a relative working in logistics at the school.

"I know Fang Bo well. His college entrance exam score is far from the undergraduate entrance line. Given his current situation, it will be difficult for him to get into college even if he repeats the exam.

Our school has strict requirements for repeaters. We do not accept students like Fang Bo. I can't help you with this.

Now he broke his finger while working. I don't know what you guys are thinking. Instead of sending him to work, it would be better to send him to a vocational school to get some better skills."

Chen Xia is in charge of the repeat class. Fang Bo's grades are just barely passable, but it is not easy to pass the undergraduate entrance exam.

This kind of poor relative is really annoying. If his grades were very good, she wouldn't care about it. There is one more key university student in the class, and she might even reluctantly accept him for the bonus.

Not only does she have poor grades, but she also wants to repeat a grade even though she has broken a finger and is disabled. She can't even realize that she has a worthless life, so why is she still struggling? If people find out that they are a relative, she will be pointed at and her reputation in school will be affected.

"Sister-in-law, A-Bo studies very hard. He said he is confident that he can get into university."

"He likes to brag at such a young age. Anyway, based on my experience with make-up exams, the probability of him passing is very low.

Look at Xiaohai. He was admitted to Shanghai University of Technology this year, which is also a very good undergraduate school. If he works harder or repeats his studies, he might have a chance to get into Shanghai Jiao Tong University. "

It is not easy to get into undergraduate studies these days. Shanghai University of Technology is also a very good undergraduate university. Chen Xia likes to act like a Versailles in front of his repeating students, "My son was admitted to Shanghai University of Technology because he was too playful. Otherwise, he would have a chance at Jiaotong University. I hope you will work harder and don't be like my disappointing son."

"There is really no other way. I can only go to another school to repeat my studies. Can my sister-in-law lend me some money and pay it back next year?" Grace Liu looked worried and thought of a compromise.

"Oh, it's just the wrong time. My second brother came to ask about it yesterday. We really have no choice now. Xiaohai just went to college, and we still owe a debt." Chen Xia frowned, shook her head and sighed to express her helplessness.

She can earn interest if she puts her money in the bank, so why lend it to him?!

Humph, it’s a question whether I can get it back.

Fang Bo, who was standing on the stairs on the second floor, felt uncomfortable when he heard the conversation between the two. Even if he didn't want to lend, he would ask how much was needed. In the end, he couldn't save his brother's face and lent less, instead of refusing directly without asking how much.

Fang Bo knew his aunt well, and he didn't expect her to lend him money. He went straight up to his mother and said, "Mom, no need to borrow. I've already decided to repeat my studies at Oubei No. 1 Middle School."

"Abo, why are you here?"

Fang Bai's mother was a little surprised to see her son.

"Hey, Fang Bo is here too. What I just said was from the bottom of my heart. Your cousin was just admitted to Shanghai University of Technology this year. Studying in a big city costs a lot of money, and we are still in debt.

If we could borrow it, your father would have come yesterday and we would have borrowed it."

Fang Bai did not respond, but just smiled and pulled his mother away.

Seeing Fang Bai like this, his aunt complained that the child had no manners at all and didn't even greet his elders. She secretly cursed that even if such a child was admitted to university, he would not have any future.

When we got downstairs, my mother looked dejected and said, "Abo, I will lend you the money. Just focus on your studies."

"Mom, I just said, don't ask that woman."

"You kid, you talk so strangely. Besides, she is your aunt."

"She won't acknowledge us as her poor relatives. Don't be nice to her at school. We don't ask her for anything. Over the years, have you ever seen her help us except for sarcasm and ridicule?

I just said, I have solved the money problem. "

"Where did you get the money?"

"I asked the boss for compensation, which was over 1,000 yuan, plus my two months' salary, which was enough for the time being, excluding the purchase of a bicycle."

Fang Bo didn't dare to say five thousand, mainly because he didn't want to worry his parents. Compensation of more than one thousand was still within a reasonable range. If it was more, his parents would think he had really done something bad.

"Why did your boss agree to compensate you? Is he that kind?"

Grace Liu was a little bit unconvinced, but her son generally didn't lie, so she believed it halfway.

"Let's talk about it when we get home. It will be dark soon and it will be hard to ride a bike."

The two came to the bicycle shed, and the mother saw her son open the lock of a new bicycle, so it seemed that the compensation money was mostly real.

She also unlocked her bicycle, got on the bike and rode home with her son.

On the way home, Fang Bai was in a mixed mood. He didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing.

Even if he had no money, he would rather beg than borrow money from his aunt's family.

If you want to repeat a grade, you have to work harder. Otherwise, if you don't do well in the exam, you will be ridiculed by others and it will affect your school plans.

Some relatives don't want others to live better than themselves.

If you are not living well, they would like to step on you and add insult to injury, let alone help you.

Having lived for so many years, Fang Bai has become less concerned about such things.

For him, as long as he lives a good life, it's enough. Life is his own, not for others to see.

But in fact, he still has a family and cannot avoid the secular world. If he doesn't live well, his parents will be laughed at and looked down upon.

It was almost six o'clock when Fang Bai and his mother returned home. His father had just come back from outside and said that the pork in the village was not fresh, so he ran to the town to buy half a pound of pork.

When Fang Bai heard this, he could not believe that his father had to walk back and forth for dozens of minutes to buy half a pound of pork. A feeling of bitterness surged into his heart.

When it was almost time to cook, Fang Shi walked out of the kitchen and handed Fang Bo an empty 500ml wine bottle and a dollar: "Abo, we are out of soy sauce at home, and the salt is almost gone. Go to the village store and buy a pound of soy sauce and a bag of fine salt."

"Okay."

Fang Bai was stunned for a moment, then he took the empty bottle and money with a smile and walked towards the convenience store he remembered.

Halfway through the journey, if he didn't open the bottle cap and smell it, he wouldn't remember whether he was using soy sauce or vinegar.

The store is located in the village and it takes a few minutes to walk there.

The small shop, which was built on a tiled roof, sold only 20 to 30 items, all of which were household items purchased from the supply and marketing cooperative in town.

"San Gong, give me a pound of soy sauce."

Fang Bai put the bottle on the counter and shouted to a bald old man in his sixties who was sitting on a long bench.

The younger generation in the village all call the old man this way, and he has no relative relationship with Fang Bai's family.

"Okay."

The bulk soy sauce was placed in a large clay jar. San Gong opened the lid of the jar with a smile, and a scent of soy sauce wafted through the room.

Then open the lid of the empty wine bottle, use a bamboo bucket to scoop the soy sauce out of the jar, and then pour the soy sauce into the empty bottle through the funnel. Each scoop is one pound, which almost fills the empty bottle.

Fang Bai didn't know whether there was a jin or not. Anyway, it was impossible to weigh it. A jin was just a local term. If you asked for a bottle, they would still give you a box.

If you say you want to buy nine taels, you are just looking for trouble.

While he was there, several villagers who were chatting in the store looked at his hands a few more times. Fang Bai understood that if someone else was injured, they would also look at him a few more times out of curiosity.

A pound of soy sauce costs fifty cents. After Fang Bo paid and picked up a bottle of soy sauce, he just walked a few steps out of the store and forgot to buy salt, so he went back to the store and bought a bag of salt.

He still remembers that in the past, when his parents asked him to go to the store to buy daily necessities, they would remind him two or three times before he left. As a result, he still missed something when he returned home and often had to make two trips.

When Fang Bai walked back to the store, he heard the villagers in the store talking about his hand. They basically said that it would be difficult for him to make money in the future and that he would be single for the rest of his life. Some even said something about his family.

Seeing Fang Bo returning to buy salt and being heard by him, the villagers who had been talking loudly just now looked at each other awkwardly and said nothing more.

"What we said is also the truth. I hope you don't mind it too much. Young people should be generous." The old man with yellow teeth rolled up a cigarette, crossed his legs, and smiled.

"Well, what are you talking about? You have been single for decades, and the wife you married with years of savings ran away with someone else. The child you raised for more than ten years is not your own. Compared to you, what else should I care about?"

Fang Bo smiled and said to buy some salt, and said to the old man, "I hope you don't mind."

If it was just him, Fang Bai wouldn't be angry, but when it came to his family, he wouldn't be polite. Besides, they were not villagers from the same brigade, and the old man had cursed him a lot in his previous life.

hehe,

True love is like rubbing salt into someone's wound, and he dares to pour sulfuric acid on the other's wound!

If there is a grudge, it will be taken on the spot.

It'll go bad overnight.

"Hey, you little B@st@ard, you're swearing. You have no manners. What did your parents teach you?" The Seventh Old Man immediately thickened his neck and turned red in eyes, as if he was going to rush up and beat Fang Bai!

"Old Seventh Master, you should be more generous when you are old, and don't bother with us young people. Besides, what I said is also the truth."

After Fang Bai finished speaking, he quickly left the store. Otherwise, this old man with yellow teeth would spit in his face and he would have no appetite for dinner, so he would be the one who would suffer.

"Forget it, Old Seven, what he said is true. Don't argue with the younger generation." Some people in the room held the old man back to prevent him from really going and hitting someone, while some people gloated and laughed at him.

When the leader heard Fang Bai scolding him and was laughed at by people in the room, he felt very embarrassed. He picked up his slippers from the ground and threw them at Fang Bai who was walking to the door.

However, Fang Bai cleverly twisted his B*tt, and his shoes bounced a few times, eventually rolling and sticking into a pile of cow dung, making the old man so angry that his face turned red and he was out of breath.

Fang Bai was walking on the way home. When he thought of the old man's angry look, he laughed like a child.

Brothers, I'm begging for monthly tickets! Bang bang bang!