The hidden family ate all the leftovers of the morning for lunch. They took a few bites and looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon.
Qian's grandfather asked Qian Liqin to help Qian's grandma to see the store, and hurriedly told Yang Yong to bring her household registration book, and beckoned to Mai Mai to walk to the school.
The potential home is very close to the school, and the bells can be faintly heard at home. Going down the highway, up a slightly steeper slope, and it's only five minutes to walk around.
On the way, the parents from the same village who took their children to sign up met, and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Teacher Qian, does your child have to go to school at such a young age?"
Grandpa Qianjia smiled and replied: "The child is old enough to start school early. This child looks a little shorter, but he is actually seven years old." Then he asked the villager about his child's situation and talked a lot. Sentence arrived at school.
In this school, Qian Mai and Qian Xiaohai had already swayed outside once, and General Huan Tie held the door at that time. When I came in today, it was the same as I remembered. The school is backed by a mountain, and a wall was built on the side facing the road in front of the school. After approval, a few acres of farmland in the village were enclosed and turned into a large playground. A two-story brick and tile teaching building is lined up along the edge of the playground. There are more than 20 classrooms, which can be used by students in grades one to two. A newer two-story brick and cement bungalow next to it is the dormitory for teachers. There are stone steps between the two buildings leading up to the mountain. There are hundreds of steps up to the mountain. There is a single-storey row house hidden behind an orange tree. This is a quiet and precious place specially for junior high school students. There are also a few sparse huts that have been used as toilets, meeting rooms, boiling water rooms, and kitchens dedicated to steaming meals for school students.
Grandpa Qianjia took Yang Yong Qianmai and walked towards the principal Ji’s dormitory. The school’s leading teachers did not have an office, and the 30 square meters were allocated to eat and sleep, to correct homework, and to receive parents. It was multi-functional.
In this room, Principal Ji’s room was overcrowded, and people kept saying: “There are so many children in the family, and there is no money to pay the tuition fee. Please ask the school for a period of time.” Let the children sign up and fill in the missing part." Wait.
The chubby Principal Ji was surrounded and utterly burnt, and the Qianjia Grandpa called him at the door, which was a temporary sigh of relief. I could not help but complained several times in the air: "Lao Qian, you are here. You see I am so busy that I haven't even eaten lunch yet. Just go to Teacher Yifeng to do it. I told her that she is here. (1) Class. As for the training fee, the school decided to study 50 yuan per student this year."
Grandpa Qianjia and Yang Yong thanked Principal Ji, and found a class (1) on the innermost floor of the first floor of the teaching building. Sitting on the classroom platform was a short-haired woman in a white short-sleeved shirt with a short sleeve. She was in her forties, holding a pen and writing receipts, surrounded by several women who brought their children to sign up. They all seem to be acquaintances, talking about something from time to time.
Seeing the three of Qian's family coming in, Lan Yifeng immediately understood, and couldn't help taking a few more glances at Qian Mai. Seeing that the little girl was staring at herself, she couldn't help but smiled at her, and greeted Grandpa Qianjia and Yang Yong to sit down first. To be honest, the school does not reject this kind of students who enter early, but as the first-year class teacher who takes the class, Lan Yifeng does not like this kind of students. Active, naughty, impatient, unable to sit still in class, love to do small movements, and generally have poor grades. It requires a lot more effort than management and age students. The child heard that he had just returned from the field, and he didn't know what was going on. But the potential family was willing to pay the training fee, and the principal agreed, and she couldn't say anything. I can only hope that Lao Qian will give more counseling to his granddaughter after class, so that the child can keep up with his homework, and he will feel relieved.
The women did not take the children right away after completing the procedures. They looked at Qian Mai and asked Yang Yong some questions from time to time. Yang Yong also gave simple answers one by one.
Lan Yifeng took the account book handed by Yang Yong, turned to the page of Qianmai, couldn't help but laughed, and thought: "This kid's name is really funny, I don't know who took it." Qianmai felt vaguely, and couldn't help but laugh. His face blushed.
After Lan Yifeng copied the information about Qianmai, the next step was to pay the tuition fee for training. The first-year tuition fee is 25 yuan, plus the training fee of 50 yuan, for a total of 75 yuan.
Grandpa Qianjia took out a stack of change from his trouser pocket and prepared to pay. Most of them were five yuan and ten yuan face value, which I thought was collected from the grocery store. Yang Yong hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, and handed over two RMB 50 yuan and said: "Dad, I will come. I should pay for the first tuition in Mai Mai's life."
Lan Yifeng took the money, opened an invoice and got some change, and got up to get a new book for Qianmai. A clever and sleek woman nearby saw the situation where Weng and Son-in-law were rushing to pay, she couldn't help but smiled and said to Qian Mai: "Little girl, your father spent a lot of money for you today. Look, your grandfather. It also hurts you very much. It will take a lot of hard work to study in the future."
Qianmai nodded, smiled at her, and thanked softly, "Thank you, Auntie, I will."
When Lan Yifeng heard it, he stopped taking the book and asked, "You can speak Mandarin?"
Qianmai paused. Was it Mandarin that I had just blurted out? Scratching his head, he couldn't help but smiled embarrassedly, and stretched out his little finger to compare: "There is only one squint."
The adults in the classroom couldn't help laughing, and the children surrounding their mothers also laughed inexplicably. Grandpa Qianjia and Yang Yong were very satisfied with their daughter's calm response. Lan Yifeng also had a slight affection for Qian Mai and thought, "This should be a polite child."