"Let’s go together, let’s go together!" Lu Erxiong was the most enthusiastic, his big eyes rolling around, his face full of flattery.
Feng Qingxue patted his head, "You all have school, and it’s not vacation yet."
Xibao is in the first year of high school this year, but because the high schools in the city are still very chaotic, students are not focused on studying, and the teachers who remain do not teach with dedication, wasting ti instead. So he spends most of his ti at ho learning from the old folks.
Actually, you can’t bla the teachers. Mainly, the upheavals of these years have frightened them, making them afraid to offend students easily, worrying about bringing unnecessary trouble upon themselves. Most students feel that studying is useless, and due to the influence of the tis, they consider intellectuals to be useless, thinking they don’t need to learn from them. They believe that being from a background of poor farrs, workers, or military families makes them more ideologically pure than the teachers, so how can they respect the teachers and study seriously?
Feng Qingxue greatly agreed with her eldest son’s decision to learn from the old folks. Which of these old folks aren’t truly knowledgeable? Any na you ntion is a top figure in the academic world.
To cut a long story short, after listening to Feng Qingxue’s words, Xibao quickly said: "Mom, I have ti!"
Lu Erxiong clung to his mother like a sticky candy, "Exactly, we can ask for leave, after all, I already know everything the teachers teach!"
This is indeed true. The old folks teach according to one’s ability, and Lu Erxiong has been quite diligent in his studies over the past two years. Although he is not among the top students, he holds an upper-middle ranking. The teachers and students in Wanglou Brigade all have genuine talent and knowledge. Even among the educated youth at the high school level sent down to the countryside, few qualify to teach at school.
In other brigades, educated youth with a junior high school education can already beco teachers, and there are plenty here, not surprising at all.
Even though the eldest son spoke up, Feng Qingxue did not agree, "No one is going this ti. You all wait for at ho obediently. I’ll be back in a few days and bring cream cake for you."
Her main purpose of going to Shanghai was to return so cultural relics to their original place, requiring her to act alone, so naturally, she couldn’t take the children.
The children in their family are all very sharp, easily able to pick up on any clues.
"Mom, I don’t want cream cake, I want to go to Shanghai and play. Shanghai’s clothes and shoes are very fashionable, and many goods in the Capital’s Departnt Store are sourced from Shanghai. Please take us with you, we promise we won’t cause any trouble." Thinking of the things Uncle Li Jiaoyang, Uncle He Hongjun, and Grandpa Xia sent to their family from Shanghai, Fubao really wanted to broaden his horizons.
Although the capital is the political center of the country, the comrcial center is Shanghai, which is at the forefront in every aspect. Hearing Ouyang Mo and He Qingyin’s descriptions of the new and old Shanghai, Fubao is filled with longing.
As Feng Qingxue’s senior brother and sister, they are much older, but they are masters of the art world who have experienced the grandeur of old Shanghai.
Seeing her daughter’s eyes glistening with anticipation, Feng Qingxue felt a soft spot in her heart, gently tucking her daughter’s stray hair behind her ear, speaking softly, "Mom has very important things to accomplish in Shanghai this ti and can’t take you along. However, I can promise that we can explore Shanghai when we’re returning to the Capital. We will board the plane from Shanghai and stay there for a few days to enjoy ourselves fully."
Growing up in a military compound, hearing her talk about tasks, the children naturally assud it was work-related. It is common for soldiers to carry out tasks during holidays. So, they stopped pestering their mother.
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