When Luo Changjun went downstairs, Lao Xiao from the fried dough stick shop next door was cleaning up. He used oil for a day in the pot and poured the residue below into a container, and the clear oil on it needs to be used the next day. At this time, people didn't care much about this behavior. It would be a pity if the oil was so clear.

"Master Xiao, you're just closing the stall now. The business is pretty good." Luo Changjun greeted Lao Xiao.

The neighbors on the street live on the same street and are very familiar with each other. There is an old Chinese saying that distant relatives are worse than close neighbors. In those difficult years, neighbors help each other, although they are not relatives, they are better than relatives.

"Director Luo. I am a small business and operate it with little profit. No matter how good the business is, how can I be regarded as a state cadre? I will receive a salary even during holidays." Lao Xiao said with a smile.

Luo Changjun knew that although most of the neighbors on this street were doing small businesses that were not very eye-catching, their daily profits were not much. They would only earn more and less than those who worked hard. They dressed very simply, but in fact, their monthly income was shockingly rich. If they hadn't handled cases frequently, they would have come into contact with some such small businessmen. Luo Changjun wouldn't know that they were actually making big money quietly.

"Just lie to me. I won't borrow money from you. Master Xiao, you have to take good care of your fire. The town has been on fire several times recently. You should be very careful when frying oil every day." When Luo Changjun passed by Lao Xiao's shop, he saw Lao Xiao throwing the red slag cut out of the stove on the ground casually. The oil on the ground was so hot that it was smoked by the slag. He couldn't help but frown.

"It's okay, this just burns the oil on the ground. If I stay here, what's wrong?" Lao Xiao said with a smile.

Luo Changjun stepped on the jeep and started the howling jeep heading towards the police station.

"Yongming is becoming more and more promising. The youngest person is the top leader of the unit." Lao Xiao looked at the car that was leaving and said to himself.

When Luo Changjun returned to the police station, he had a lot of things to do, and he forgot all the two Anzhai Talismans in his bag.

Meiziao Primary School has started, and the kids in the village have returned to the campus one by one. This hill that has calmed down for a winter vacation has returned to its usual noisy.

"Teacher Gong, my name has been changed. From today on, I will be called Zhang Jiaohua. The teaching of education is the transformation of change." Zhang Jiaohua said loudly to Gong Ziyuan when he registered.

"Why are you changing your name? This name is not as good as before. It doesn't make you feel comfortable at all." Gong Ziyuan said with a smile.

"It's not good to beg for flowers. This name was changed by someone else. I have already taken my household registration book to the police station in the town to change it." Zhang Jiaohua didn't know whether what Gong Ziyuan said was true or false.

"Okay, I'll change it for you. It doesn't matter whether you change your name or not. What matters is yourself. Beggar, you are so smart and study hard, and you will definitely be able to go to college in the future. In a remote mountain village like Meiziao, taking the college entrance examination is our only way out. Only by standing high can you see far. If you don't climb to the highest peak of Meishan, you won't be able to see the farthest place and miss the most beautiful scenery." Gong Ziyuan couldn't help but say a few more words when he saw Zhang Beggar's results on the notice.

In fact, almost everyone in the whole school knew that Zhang Jiaohua had not even had a homework book before, let alone doing homework. Other children brought them for winter vacation homework, and Zhang Jiaohua had not known which corner he had thrown to. If other kids were not going to make him cry, Gong Ziyuan would not have signed up for him, but he had no way to get Zhang Jiaohua, so the master would not be scared by him at all. If he did not allow Zhang Jiaohua to enter the classroom, this person would definitely go home directly, and then Gong Ziyuan would have to come to invite him.

Regarding Zhang Jiaohua, who enjoys privileges, Meiziao Primary School surprisingly did not have any kid to compare him with him. Because Gong Ziyuan would give him a direct sentence, "I want to be the same as Zhang Jiaohua, okay, just take the exam as much as he did." Then, there was no more. Meiziao's educational conditions were average, and his academic performance was not much. At the end of the semester, there was no one who could get a double score.

Zhang Jiaohua went to school with something more than before. In addition to the textbooks in his schoolbag, there was also a book sent by Luo Yongming. Zhang Yaohua took it out directly during class.

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua sitting seriously in the classroom reading and listening to the class, Gong Ziyuan was still a little uncomfortable, so he walked over and found that Zhang Jiaohua was reading books, clearly reading novels again. Gong Ziyuan recognized the cover of the book at a glance: an ordinary world. Gong Ziyuan also bought a set himself. Gong Ziyuan, who was about to say a few words to Zhang Jiaohua, simply turned a blind eye. He felt that the meaning of Zhang Yaohua might be better than the class itself. Children like Meiziao may need a story from Sun Shaoping to inspire. However, Gong Ziyuan was a little worried. With Zhang Jiaohua's age, could he really read this book?

Zhang Jiaohua was really immersed in the world of novels. Although he had never experienced the feeling of hunger, he could understand the fortitude under hardship.

God closes your door and may open a window for you. Zhang Yaohua's growth has lacked the company of her parents, but at this time, he found happiness in the book. He was hungry and immersed in the world in the book. Every book is like his experience, allowing him to understand and understand. He began to understand why his parents cruelly put him alone at home and leave his hometown, in order not to build a better future for him?

In class, after class, in class... Zhang Jiaohua has been sitting in his seat without moving a single minute, only the book in his hand would turn a page from time to time. The mute rarely did not disturb Zhang Jiaohua.

A big hand was placed on the book in front of Zhang Yaohua, and Zhang Yaohua then raised her head.

"If you continue to watch, you can only sleep with me tonight. I heard that your parents have gone to Guangdong, and you still have to take care of everything at home." After school, Gong Ziyuan interrupted Zhang Jiaohua's reading.

Zhang Jiaohua looked up and looked around, only to find that all the classmates in the class had been exposed.

"How is this book? Is it very good?" Gong Ziyuan asked with a smile.

Zhang Jiaohua nodded.
Chapter completed!