Chapter 1633 - 1070: Heroine of the Republic 44 (4000+)_3

Chapter 1633: Chapter 1070: Heroine of the Republic 44 (4000+)_3

An Yi held back her emotions and listened to those words, her brow furrowed high, she truly admired this Old Lady to death, really, how could she feel so good about herself?

It seemed like...

"If your child is not going to school anymore, just let the principal know tomorrow. I’m only responsible for teaching, and nothing else. These stationery items aren’t yours yet, I bought them with my own money, got it? It’s me, myself, who bought them! I have the right to decide who gets them, I’ll give them to whoever performs well. It’s not up to you to tell me to give it to anyone; you are nobody to me, I can’t listen to you. That’s it, do as you please, and don’t block my vehicle again, or else don’t blame me for being rude!"

This time An Yi angrily kicked the pedals, and the Old Lady was carried forward a few steps by her strength, then fell to the ground with a thud. As An Yi looked back, worrying if she was alright, the Old Lady had already started cursing. Seeing this, An Yi sneered coldly, got on her bike, and rode away.

Seems fine, cursing shows she’s okay.

Since ancient times, studying has been a process that consumes a lot of money. In ancient times, taking the imperial exams was extremely costly, and ordinary families couldn’t sustain the expensive tuition, let alone the cost of stationery and the journey to Beijing to take the exams. So, you see, those who were literate usually came from families with certain means.

From the Republic to now, families who focus on cultivating their children usually have certain means, because the more you study, the more it costs.

The children enrolled now in grades one, two, and three mostly just need to recognize some words and do basic addition and subtraction. In grades four and five, they’re aiming for a higher level of literacy, at least being able to hold a pen, recognize characters, and do basic arithmetic. Those who graduate from junior high or attend technical schools have an advantage when applying for city jobs. High school graduates directly get work assignments, and university graduates are highly sought-after technical talents in various factories.

So, it’s not uncommon for parents of children in grades one two, and three to hesitate to buy notebooks and pencils. If they want their child to study further, they will naturally buy them; if they just want them to learn a few characters, they’ll calculate their own household accounts and might not plan on buying notebooks and pencils.

Upon hearing there are freebies available here, they must be delighted, especially when they see others around them have them but they don’t; most will feel anxious.

However, it’s rare to have someone come over, scold her, and demand things at the same time.

Originally, she was selflessly contributing, but now she gets scolded for doing a good deed, how can her heart feel at ease?

It’s incredibly frustrating.

The words of the Old Lady from the Deng Family affected her mood all the way home, and she was also pondering how to resolve this issue tomorrow.

Changing the rules for one person is impossible. Moreover, this Deng Jianjun is always messing around in class, if you give him a notebook, he might just fold paper airplanes with it. This precedent can’t be set; she has to figure out an appropriate solution.

As soon as she turned into their alley, she saw at the entrance of a household, a middle-aged man whipping a child screaming on the ground. Although she had moved here only a few days ago, she wasn’t very familiar with the neighbors. Seeing the child’s body covered in welts, An Yi frowned and stopped her bike.

"Dad, please don’t hit me, I’m begging you, stop. I really didn’t steal it, this is the gold ring my mom left for me, it’s not that Aunt Cao woman’s,"

"Nonsense, do you think I wouldn’t know what your mom had? Her family was so poor, how could there be a gold ring? This is for sure your Aunt Cao’s, you better hand over the ring, that’s her mother’s dowry for her. What do you mean by that? Aren’t you ashamed enough? Hurry up and give the ring back to your Aunt Cao."

The middle-aged man with a square face, as skinny as a stick, had a scar at the corner of his left eye, his expression fierce and vicious. As he spoke, the whip in his hand never stopped, using all his strength to lash out, as if he wasn’t hitting the child pleading and calling him ’Dad’. For the sake of a ring, he showed no warmth in his eyes, even looked at his son as if he were an enemy, holding an attitude of ’if you don’t hand over the ring, I’ll beat you to death!’