The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

Song Dazhuang led Song Cun and Song Zhiwen to Xinmin Primary School to enroll. In the past, Xinmin Primary School had regulations that new students must meet the age requirements and be able to count to one hundred. When a few people arrived, they saw a boy standing next to the admissions teacher counting. Halfway through the count, he got stuck. The boy's father was secretly anxious by the side, wishing he could go up and kick him twice, even though he couldn't count.

Song Dazhuang was stunned to see that the above two registrations were brought by his father, but he didn't know how many new students had to register, and no one reminded him. The two children are of the same age. As for counting, Song Dazhuang asked Song Cun seriously: "Er Cunzi, no one has taught you to count, can you count?"

Song Cun said: "Don't worry."

Song Dazhuang frowned. After all, he was his son. Although he was not filial, he couldn't ignore him as a father, otherwise others would gossip. He lowered his voice and said impatiently: "Don't worry, will you or not?" Can you count?"

As soon as he finished his question, the admissions teacher called for the next one, and Song Cun reminded him: "It's our turn."

Song Cun stepped forward to count, but Song Zhiwen hurriedly said, "I'll come first!"

Song Cun took a step back and told him that whoever comes first, the school will recruit as long as it meets the requirements, there is nothing to argue about.

Song Zhiwen stepped forward, stood in front of the admissions teacher, and started counting. He finished counting after a while. He looked at the admissions teacher expectantly. The admissions teacher nodded and didn't say anything. He just asked, "Have you reached the age yet?"

Song Zhiwen was a little disappointed, the teacher didn't praise him, obviously the boy just now couldn't count.

The admissions teacher waited for a long time, but didn't wait for his answer, a little impatient: "How old is it?" There are many people who have signed up one after another, and there is no time to lose.

Song Dazhuang hurried forward, handed him the household registration information prepared in his hand, and said, "Eight years old, just turned eight years old."

The admissions teacher looked at the household registration information and pointed to the teacher in front of him: "Teacher Zheng pays the tuition."

Song Zhiwen was overjoyed that he could study now, and turned to Song Cun: "Second brother, you must be able to."

Song Cun glanced at him, of course he can, just count.

Song Dazhuang led Song Zhiwen to pay the tuition, and looked at Song Cun: "Can you do it alone?"

Song Cun glanced at him: "Wait and pay the fee together." This father is also big enough.

Song Dazhuang glanced at him, and really didn't believe that he could count. Although he was more than a year older, no one taught him at home, and he had never heard him count, so Zhiwen counted from time to time.

Song Cun didn't care if he believed it or not, he went forward and started counting, and quickly finished counting. The teacher checked his age and asked him to pay the fee after checking his age. It took only two minutes before and after.

Song Dazhuang was dumbfounded. This kid, who is usually quiet, actually knows how to count. He asked in a bluff, "When will you be able to count?"

Song Zhiwen was also a little surprised.

Song Cun pointed around and reminded in a low voice: "This is the office, keep your voice down."

It's just counting, he will know it in kindergarten. It was just that the boy couldn't count, so he interceded with the teacher. He believed that the school would accept him, so there was no need to worry too much.

I paid the tuition fee and got the textbook. The teacher told the class time and they went back.

Song Cun took the book and went to Uncle Song's place.

Grandpa saw the book in his hand, went back to the house and took a military satchel and threw it to him: "Take it and use it."

Song Cun took the bag smoothly, put it on his back, happily touched the big red five-pointed star and the five characters of serving the people below, and realized that there was something inside. He opened it and found that there was a stationery inside. box, and a few notebooks.

There is a schoolbag at home, which is made by Zhang Xiaohua. What she means is that if both of them have signed up and go to school together, they can use one schoolbag. But she said that, but in the end she gave the schoolbag to Song Zhiwen for safekeeping.

Now that he has a better military bag, he won't compete with Song Zhiwen for the right to use half of the schoolbag. In fact, he doesn't like to share things with others.

It would be nice if the family could scrape together enough tuition for him to study, but as for the pencil case and notebook, they didn't have it. Before going to school in the morning, Zhang Xiaohua said that since the eldest brother stopped studying, he would use his pencil book, and the pencil was fine. As for the book, it was full of words. He really didn’t know how to use it. He wanted to think of a way while he wasn't in class, but he didn't expect his grandpa to think of it for him.

At this moment, Song Cun was really moved. Grandpa had no children, let alone grandsons, so he didn’t need these things at all. When the higher-ups sent him supplies, they never thought of giving him these things. he prepared. He didn't say much, the grandfather gave it, but he didn't have it now, and then it was. If the grandpa loves him as his grandson, then he is the grandpa's grandson.

Song Cun said, "Grandpa, shall I come over to herd cattle this afternoon?"

Uncle Song said: "Come here if you want."

Song Cun sighed, "Then I'll go back and come back after lunch."

Uncle Song stayed with him and said: "There is meat at noon, let's eat here."

Song Cun heard that someone's eyes lit up, and hurriedly said, "I'll help you light the fire."

The meat was cooked, the rice was steamed, and the old man even fried a plate of peanuts, saying it was for wine.

The grandpa and grandson sat down at the dining table. The grandpa poured half a glass of wine, took a sip, squinted his eyes and said, "In two years, we, the grandpa and grandson, will be able to drink two glasses."

Song Cun clicked his tongue, he doesn't know how to drink, and he has never drank in his previous two lives. Is it possible that he needs to improve his drinking capacity in this life?

Grandpa's cooking skills are not very good. At this time, the meat is very fragrant even if you put some soy sauce and salt to stew it.

A plate of meat, the two of them ate it all in one meal, and there was not a single bit left.

After eating, the grandpa collapsed on the reclining chair drunkenly. He washed the dishes, took a rest, and then led the cow to the river. Two days ago, he prepared a lot of grass. He ate meat today, and he became lazy. He didn’t want to mow the grass. He tied the cow to a tree by the river and let it graze by himself. He lay on the grass next to him and lost his mind. . When the cow was full, he came back with the cow, cleaned up the cowshed, talked to the grandpa, and went home with his schoolbag.

As soon as he got home, Song Zhiwen saw the army green schoolbag on his back, and opened his mouth to ask, "Where did you get the schoolbag?"

Song Cun said: "Grandpa gave it."

Mrs. Song also saw the schoolbag on his body, and said with a smile: "This schoolbag is not bad, your grandfather is really kind to you."

Song Cun nodded: "It's really good, Grandpa is taking care of you."

Song Zhiwen followed behind and said, "I originally wanted to say that the schoolbag made by mother would be used by my second brother, but I didn't expect Grandpa to prepare it for you."

Song Cun looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Mother made the schoolbag and kept it for you. I didn't even touch it. Are you willing to use it for me?"

Song Zhiwen said awkwardly: "Why don't you give it up, why don't I take out your mother's schoolbag for you?"

At this time, he regretted a little. If he had known that his grandfather would prepare a schoolbag for Song Cun, he would use the schoolbag his mother made for Song Cun. In this way, if grandpa gives him a schoolbag, he can use it. After all, the schoolbag made by mother is not as good-looking as a military satchel.

Song Cun waved: "I have a schoolbag, you can use that schoolbag, I won't **** it from you."

"Look at what the second brother said, our brothers, whoever uses it or not, will grab it." Song Zhiwen said with a smile.

Song Cun raised his eyebrows to look at him, with a sarcastic look on his face. Adults like to comfort their children by saying that brothers and sisters don't have to care so much about who should use things. But what qualifications do people who have always obtained and never let other brothers and sisters say this?

Seeing the ironic smile on Song Cun's face, Song Zhiwen looked a little ugly. He glanced at grandma, and said hesitantly, "Grandpa is an outsider after all. Is it not good to ask for things from him for no reason?"

Song Cun lowered his head and said seriously: "Grandpa is not an outsider, at least not with me."

Song Zhiwen looked at him disapprovingly: "Second brother, although we all call him grandpa, we all know that he is not our grandpa. You won't really recognize him as your grandpa just because he gives you food and buys you schoolbags." Grandpa?"

Song Cun glanced at him: "It's good to have multiple grandpas, isn't it?"

No father loves no mother love, many people treat him well, why doesn't he accept it? He wasn't born looking for abuse.

Song Zhiwen looked at him reproachfully: "Then grandpa must be sad."

Song Cun knew Song Zhiwen's small thoughts, and chuckled lightly: "Grandpa can only be happy, after all, his grandson is rare, and there are so many children in the village who want to be liked by grandpa, it's a pity..."

Song Zhiwen asked: "What's the pity?"

Song Cun said: "It's a pity that Grandpa only likes me."

Song Zhiwen's expression was stiff. Grandpa really liked Song Cun, and he didn't know what method Song Cun used to get him to like him. He even thought of all the schoolbags he used for school, and it was no different from his own grandson. If he could Get big grandpa likes...

Song Cun ignored him. When he entered the room and saw his eldest brother Song Liang, he put down his schoolbag and asked with a frown, "Are you really not going to study anymore?"

Song Liang nodded: "I don't want to study. The educated youths from the village have read so many books. Why don't they come to our farm to earn work points? Anyway, they earn work points. If they study for a few more years, they will waste a lot of time."

In fact, he knew in his heart that his parents liked Zhiwen, and his grandparents looked the same to their grandchildren, but they actually liked Er Cunzi more. As long as he had no preference, he had to think for himself.

He is fourteen years old this year, and he will be fifteen soon. The girls and boys in the village say that there are those who marry early, and they will get married at the age of seventeen or eighteen. If he doesn't go to school, he can get married early. There are also sayings.

What's more, he thought that Er Cunzi and Zhiwen had gone to school. With their enthusiasm, they might go to high school in the future. In this case, at least for the past ten years, the family will not consider finding a partner for them. When they graduate, the family will find a partner for the two of them, and it will take a year or two for the child to be born. By then, he will be in his twenties, and the child can make soy sauce and take care of himself. If his father and mother are eccentric, he can live his own life, and the family will be separated at worst.

Besides, now that he gave Zhiwen the opportunity to study, Zhiwen owed him. In the future, his parents would be too partial to Zhiwen, so he would have something to say.

Seeing that he was sure of what he said, Song Cun didn't persuade him any more.

Most people are selfish. There are many children in the family and the parents are eccentric. It is normal for the elder brother to have his own ideas. One can't tell for a lifetime, who can say for sure that if the elder brother doesn't study, he will have a bad life in the future? At least he now feels that his choice is right, and he will firmly implement it to the end, so even if others think it is inappropriate to do so, they have nothing to criticize.