Chapter 96

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The moon is full in the sky, and half in the world below.

Mid-Autumn Festival is probably the most important half-month of the year. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the last day of September, and tomorrow is National Day.

The benefit of a long holiday for National Day only started in 1999. Today is Thursday, so we can only stay in the classroom and study diligently.

At the beginning of this semester, although textbooks for history, geography, and biology are still available, these subjects have been removed from the curriculum.

On the timetable, there is one music class and two physical education classes each week, but the music class is usually taken over by the math class, and the physical education classes are alternately taken over by other subjects. They can probably have one class every two weeks.

The course progress is now almost complete for the second year of junior high school for Feng Yiping and his classmates. After the mid-term, they will start the third-year curriculum. By the end of the second year, they will have completed the entire three-year junior high school curriculum. In the third year, they will focus on systematic review.

Feng Yiping is still relatively relaxed, but he will likely feel some pressure when he starts the third-year curriculum, mainly in math. However, it is much better than before, as a person in their thirties has much better logical thinking skills than a teenager.

Today is the last day of the lunch break. After the fourth class, Wang Changning rode his bike with Xiao Zhijie, and they returned to room 502 with Feng Yiping.

They didn't really care much about this day, but Feng Yiping, the oddball, really didn't want to eat alone today.

The autumn heat is intense! The scorching sun made them sweat profusely in just a short while.

It was noon, and there were few people or vehicles on the road. The crops in the fields and the leaves on the roadside trees were all drooping under the intense sun. Only they were spreading their lively laughter along the way.

Lunch was very abundant. A stewed old hen from last night had been kept in the sink and hadn't gone bad. Now it just needed to be heated up. There were about seven or eight small carp, which Feng Yiping cooked in a pot. There was also a dish of braised pork, a plate of cold tomato salad, and a bowl of lettuce, which would be added to the chicken soup when the chicken was almost finished.

The fan was blowing beside them, and the three of them were eating happily with towels draped over their shoulders.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, someone knocked on the door.

Feng Yiping was a bit surprised. Apart from his uncle who delivers vegetables every week, he had no other visitors.

He looked at the door in confusion and saw Xiao Jianping standing there with two large bags.

Feng Yiping quickly invited him in, "Dad, why are you here?" Xiao Zhijie, holding a towel in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, looked at his father in surprise.

"Why am I here? Your mom said today is a big day, so I brought you some food. I told her there was no need to go to school, as you would definitely be here. And indeed, you were."

Feng Yiping brought him a basin of water, "Uncle, please clean up first."

"Right, Dad, come over here and cool off," Xiao Zhijie directed the fan towards his father.

"You guys are living well! No wonder Xiao Jie doesn't want to go home during the holidays," Xiao Jianping said, looking at the food on the table.

Fortunately, there were four chairs. Xiao Zhijie went to get some bowls and chopsticks, "Dad, do you want me to buy you a bottle of beer?"

"It's not whether you want to, but how many bottles you should buy," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

"Right, remember to get them cold!"

After Xiao Zhijie went out, Xiao Jianping asked Feng Yiping, "Yiping, tell me the truth, how is Xiao Jie doing this semester?"

"He is quite serious, Uncle."

"Then there's still no improvement?" Xiao Jianping understood the implication.

"His math and physics are good, but his English and Chinese are a bit weak," Feng Yiping said honestly.

Xiao Zhijie's memory is indeed average, and he has no particular talent for language. However, Feng Yiping knows that Xiao Zhijie can remember the prices of thousands of items in his business, down to the second decimal place. The key now is to motivate him.

"Only a year and a half left, it's still quite difficult," Xiao Jianping said with a heavy heart.

Wang Changning also felt a bit down. Indeed, if he can't rank in the top ten of his grade, there's little hope of getting into the county's top high school.

Feng Yiping, of course, couldn't guarantee anything, but he said, "Uncle, we still have over a year. We will definitely supervise him and make him study hard. If he still falls short, it's no big deal. He can retake the year, and getting into the top high school will be a sure thing."

"Hehe, that's true. I was already prepared for him to retake the year," Xiao Jianping said.

In the past two years, the third year of high school has always had transfer students. These are children from families with better conditions and some aspirations, giving their children another chance.

After lunch, they all enjoyed a mooncake that Xiao Jianping brought, which is a fixed part of their Mid-Autumn Festival every year. It's the old-style mooncake wrapped in white printed oil paper, with a crispy outer layer and ice sugar inside. Now, it costs one yuan each, which is not cheap.

After seeing Xiao Jianping off in the afternoon, Feng Yiping was surprised to see his sister, whom he hadn't seen for years, visit him at school.

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On the 29th, Feng Yuxuan set off from the city to return home. She had no luggage, and her purse contained only about 400 yuan, which she had saved over the past two months.

She bought two pounds of oranges, two pounds of meat, and some mooncakes in town. With these items, she took a bus to the countryside and then walked through the mountain paths to her home.

Looking at the familiar yet strange mountains and waters, she felt both nostalgic and impatient. Over the past few years, the outside world had changed dramatically, almost a new look every year, but her hometown remained largely unchanged, just like the theme song of the TV series "The Fence, Women, and Dogs" sang, "The mountains are still those mountains, the ridges are still those ridges."

She was dressed fashionably in a blue dress and white high heels, but such attire was not suitable for the mountain paths. She gritted her teeth and walked for a while, but seeing no one around, she took off her high heels and walked barefoot.

The mountain paths were not clean, with stones and glass shards on the ground. The most difficult to avoid were the various thorns in the sand, such as the thorns from the burrs of chestnut trees and the thorns from the brambles on the way home with firewood. She had to put her high heels back on. In short, this journey was not easy.

She walked a few steps and rested for a while, then walked a few more steps and rested again. A path that usually took no more than half an hour took her almost two hours today.

By around three in the afternoon, she finally entered the village. The road was flatter and easier to walk on. She breathed a sigh of relief, tidied herself up with a small mirror from her bag, straightened her back, and proudly returned to her hometown, which she had been away from for several years.

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