The heavy rainstorm lasted for several days stopped on the second day, but it was inconvenient to contact each other these days, so when the school No. 1 changed its date, it was notified that the school would start on the fifth day for insurance. Therefore, Fang Chang'an stayed at home for two more days, and only went to the town with his parents on the morning of the fifth day.

Wang Yuxiu's mother's family had something to do, so Fang Luyong did not go with him again this time.

Fang Lujun drove his own tricycle for several years. It was a little older than Fang Luyong's family, but there was no difference in sitting, and it was not as comfortable as four-wheelers.

This time there was no rain and it turned into a big sun. The tricycle blew smoke and drove the family of three into the underground road at the southern end of the town.

Above the underground road is the famous Longhai Railway, which starts from Lianyungang in the east and connects Lanzhou in the west, connecting East China, Central China and Northwest. It is one of the three-horizontal and five-horizontal railway trunk lines in China, and has a very high status.

In the early years, I could still cross the railway above. In recent years, I blocked the barbed wire on the railway and refused to pass. It can be seen that the status of this railway is indeed very important and has been maintained. However, the underground road below the railway has been in disrepair for many days. There is still water accumulation in the underground road, and no one cares about it.

Well, the train doesn't pass through the underground road anyway.

The start time of the other three junior high schools in the town was staggered. The weather was sunny today, but it was not as good as the one in the first day when the heavy rain was raining. Fang Lujun was familiar with the road and soon drove to No. 2 Middle School, which was north of the town.

Huangnanji Town was originally a saline-alkali wasteland. In the early years of the Republic of China, the Longhai Railway was paved and the station was built here. After that, travelers gathered and slowly developed, it has a history of nearly a hundred years.

After graduating from Fang Chang'an in his previous life, he realized that this dilapidated town in his home was listed as one of the pilot towns for comprehensive reform of 500 small towns in 1994, and became a "famous town in Huaihai" in 1998.

——Well, maybe my family is poor just because I am not good at it, so I don’t blame the place.

Fang Chang'an once heard from his grandfather that Huang Nanji did have a relatively glorious history in the last century, because the Longhai Railway plus a national highway and a sound channel gathered here. The location is good, there are many people coming and going, and the prosperity is simply greater than that in the county.

Somehow it became more and more decayed.

There are four junior high schools in the town, one high school. The high school is called Huangnanji No. 1 Middle School. There are high school departments and junior high school departments. The high school departments are the provincial key points. In the last century, it was famous directly to other cities. Grandpa Fang Fukang went to school barefoot on the snow and came here.

Later, it became worse and worse. Although the provincial key name was still there, the school spirit and reputation were worse than that of a year. Even Fang Chang'an, who was in his previous life, looked down on this school, and he was admitted to the county No. 1 Middle School.

Although the town No. 1 Middle School was already rotten and had some airs, it was still a bit arrogant. It could pass 20 or 30 undergraduates every year. Later, when Fang Chang'an was in college, a female student was ruined by four or five young people in her dormitory. It caused a sensation and fell down completely.

Fang Lujun drove a tricycle and passed by the gate of No. 1 Middle School in the town. He calmly turned to look at the teaching building inside the school. After the car passed, he turned to Fang Chang'an and smiled: "Chang'an, how can you not come to No. 1 Middle School in the future?"

To put it calmly, it is not that you look down on No. 1 Middle School (somewhat is a bit too), but more importantly, at this time, the most dazzling high school in the eyes of all parents with children is Qinglong No. 1 Middle School, and the town high school must be the second highest.

Fang Chang'an is going to the No. 2 Middle School in the Town, which only has the junior high school department. Its reputation cannot be compared with No. 1 Middle School. However, the high school entrance examination results have been good in recent years, and it has surpassed No. 1 Middle School in the past two years.

The high school entrance examination results, which most parents see and promote by the school, is the number of students who are admitted to Qinglong No. 1 Middle School every year.

The No. 2 Middle School passed the exam last year and reached its highest championship in history, far exceeding the 13th of the No. 1 Middle School.

However, Fang Chang'an knew very well that the glory of No. 2 Middle School was about to end, because in his previous memory, his class was the strongest in the history of No. 2 Middle School. Twenty-three people were admitted to Qinglong No. 1 Middle School, and in the next class it experienced a cliff-like decline, only half of it. Then in three to five years, he became a shelter for bad boys.

In his previous life, Fang Chang'an was admitted to Qinglong No. 1 Middle School with a score of 687 (with physical education, experimental test, full score of 795). It can be said that he fulfilled his mother's dream well.

But Fang Changan is not satisfied with this now. He smiled and asked his mother: "Where do you want me to take the exam?"

"It's best to be able to go to No. 1 Middle School in the County."

There is a rare sense of pride and joy in her words and expressions, because the grades of several children are her most proud and happy place, and it is also her greatest expectation and support in her life today.

Fang Chang'an Xiaodian County No. 1 Middle School is enough, I will take the No. 1 Middle School in the future."

Yunlong No. 1 Middle School is a national key high school. Moreover, the selection of two-story high schools in the county has not been available for several years. The difficulty and level of Huangnanji are not on the same level.

Congrong never thought about letting his child go to the city to study in high school. He was stunned for a moment when he said this, and then sighed: "Oh, you will be content with your mother who can get into the county No. 1 Middle School!"

Fang Chang'an Xiaodian County No. 1 Middle School guarantees the bottom line, and the city No. 1 Middle School is the goal of hard work."

Looking at his son calmly, his still young and beautiful face gradually showed a gratifying smile, and he replied loudly: "Okay! Mom believes in you!"

This is the first time Fang Chang'an has spoken wildly in twelve years, and it is also the first time to calmly say this kind of encouragement to his son that he used to think only exists in TV series.

However, the effect is very good. The short communication made the mother and daughter feel very good. Fang Lujun heard some while driving. Although he didn't say anything, he probably didn't believe it, and some even disagreed. However, he saw his son's "opening" these days and saw him in such ambition, and he felt very comfortable and felt that life was very promising.

Walk two or three hundred meters from the gate of No. 1 Middle School, turn left and go north, and walk to the end to the second Middle School in Town.

Town No. 2 Middle School is no longer a long history than No. 1 Middle School, but the town was not large when it was founded, so the school is now in the central area of ​​the town.

But for some reason, since entering the town, it has been a cement road, but it was about two or three hundred meters in front of the gate of No. 2 Middle School. It was gone and turned into a bumpy dirt road mixed with gravel and coal ball slag. It rained a few days ago, and it was bumpy and difficult to walk.

Calmly worried that it was difficult to park in front of the school gate, so after entering the gravel road, he drove for a short section and found an open space on the side of the road to stop the car.

Because I went to my uncle's house a few days ago, I don't plan to go there today, so I just went to the school to report.

Fang Lujun was carrying the bedding and holding the bag calmly. Fang Changan carried his small schoolbag, and there was no empty book inside. He followed his parents to the school.

There are houses on both sides of the road, and it looks like the atmosphere of the times. However, Chang'an is used to it, because the town has not changed much in twenty years, and I have been here a few days ago, so I don't think it's very strange.

Several stores near the school gate have opened small shops, and many parents of students have already sent their children over. Children and parents can occasionally be seen in front of the small shop.

After graduating from Chang'an, the former house never walked into this campus again, but the memory is still clear, east-west. The first thing that comes into view when you walk into the school gate is the large playground, with no plastic or lawn, only soil, coal stoves and slags, and water accumulates in many places.

At the end of the playground is a toilet, divided into men's side, women's toilet, and men's and women's toilets for teachers.

On the right side of the toilet is the student living area, with dormitory, canteen and convenience store, and on the right side of the playground is the teaching building, with only one building with four floors in total. The fourth floor is locked and students are not allowed to go up, which means only three floors are used.

At the east end of the teaching building, which is close to the school gate, is the administrative department. There is red paper on the billboard on the first floor, and there are students' class division information, and a bunch of parents are watching.

Fang Changan and Congrong had already learned about their son's division information from their elder brother Fang Luguo in advance, but they still ran over to read it with their things and confirmed that their son was in Class 4, 1st grade.

There are sixteen classes in the first grade of junior high school, with about fifty people in each class. Class 1 to class 4 are key classes, and Class 5 to class 16 are ordinary classes.

This is similar to the starting point of the Chinese Cup that sold mobile phones in later generations. I don’t say that this is bad, low-end, it is the regular version or the standard version.

Fang Chang'an was not interested in the information on class division. He carried the cloth bag sewn by his mother for himself, stood outside the crowd and looked at the future classmates secretly, but did not find anything familiar.

In fact, he has very little memory of junior high school, and he may not recognize him even when he sees an acquaintance, but... he will definitely look familiar if he looks good.

After confirming the division, Fang Lujun took the lead and took his wife and son to the dormitory. He walked into the circular door of the living area. There was a canteen facing him. There were tables and chairs under the shed. It looked dirty and there were houses next to him. However, the school was willing to spend money to build a shed, which means there was definitely not much space inside.

On the left side of the door, that is, to the west is the student dormitory, there is still a circular door, and the walls are painted into a strange yellow-green. Next to the circular door, there is a small shop facing the canteen.

Walking through the circular door, the boys' dormitory on the left and the girls' dormitory on the right, the boys' dormitory is a first-story bungalow, and the girls' dormitory is a two-story building.

When I walked into the boys' dormitory, there was the guard department on the left. The guard looked in his forties, and stood there with a baton in his arms and shouted: "Is it from the first grade? What kind of class? Class 3 is 107, Class 4 is 108, Class 6 is also 108, Class 11 is 109... over there."

Fang Lujun asked the guard to confirm again, then held his squid pocket and found 108 dormitory in the parent group. The door looked small, but the dormitory was very large, with dense beds on both upper and lower floors.

"Damn it, so many people?"

At first glance, there were more than a dozen upper and lower bunk beds in this dormitory, seven or eight side by side on the right, seven or eight side by side on the left, and two side by side on the east, blocking the Liu Zhang bed inside.

"How did the people here come out?"

Changqing also complained calmly. Fang Lujun had already looked at the bed on the right and must have felt comfortable sleeping here. Unfortunately, he glanced at him and had all been snatched up. The parents were helping their children make the bed.

Relaxedly pointing to the lower bunk in front of the door, he said, "Let's go in and out here."

Fang Lujun thought it was reasonable, but the good things had been stolen. He could not let his son climb someone else's bed every day in the future. However, he never thought that once he slept outside, how many people would have to climb his son's bed in and out every day.

Fang Lujun had just put down his skin pocket, and a couple in front also walked over with their luggage. They probably wanted to have a first-class shop, but later they found that it was gone, so they came to find a second-class, for fear of falling into the third-class inside.

Seeing Fang Lujun put down the bedding, the middle-aged woman who was mommy asked, "How many people are you here?"

Calmly looked at the family of three opposite. The couple looked at the forties. The boy looked at the same age as Fang Chang'an, with a round face and a very honest family. Then he replied: "We are the only one."

"Then can we get a kid from both of us?"

The couple opposite also looked at Fang Chang'an's family. Seeing that they were both kind, the man said.

Smiling and said calmly, "What's the point of this? Put it down."

Fang Lujun helped the man put down the bedding and said, "Don't put the shop first, wait until the people inside will pass."

“Yes, yes.”

Fang Chang'an was secretly lamenting beside him, yes, this big dormitory not only has more than a dozen upper and lower bunk bunks, but also requires two students to sleep in each bunk!
Chapter completed!