Travel back to ancient times and open a Sichuan restaurant

Chapter 312

"If the teacher beats and scolds the children because they don't study hard and don't listen to the teacher, I can accept it," Li Guihua took a deep breath, "but if it's because other students gave gifts and our children didn't give any gifts, and he targeted them like this, I must go to him and ask for an explanation!"

Liu Yu Niang frowned. "Even if I go to him, he won't admit it. He will just say that our children were not serious in class and didn't write well, so he punished them."

She glanced at Shi Tou's hand. It was swollen from being beaten yesterday and he couldn't even hold a pen. Today it was even more swollen.

When asked, he said that the teacher said that among the characters he had copied a hundred times "Respecting Teachers and Honoring Morals", he missed a stroke and was therefore hit on the palm of his hand.

I don’t know how much force it took to hit the child’s hand like this?

For a moment, the whole yard became quiet.

Zhong Ruyi bit her lip. This matter was indeed difficult to handle. Although they were targeting students who did not give gifts, they were not stupid enough to say it directly. These were just their own guesses.

But this was in ancient times, and it didn't seem to be a big deal for teachers to beat their students.

The saying that strict teachers produce excellent students always makes sense.

But only Master Zhou himself knows whether he has such thoughts.

At dinner, when Mr. Zhong learned that his grandson was beaten by the teacher in the private school, he hesitated and said, "Shitou, tell me, did you study hard? You were not beaten because you were naughty, were you?"

It is normal for children of this age to be naughty. Zhong's father was worried that he had wrongly accused the teacher. After all, in his opinion, a scholar would not do such a petty thing.

Shitou felt very aggrieved, "Grandpa, I really wasn't naughty. It was the teacher who said that I didn't write that character well. Actually, I didn't write the character "师" wrong, it was just that one of the strokes was too short."

Mr. Zhong didn't understand what he was saying. He only understood that his grandson said he wasn't beaten for being naughty. He sighed and said, "Didn't your father and his family go to school for a few years and still not bring gifts? How come you guys are beaten for not bringing gifts?"

The three children in the family were all sent to school for a few years. They didn't ask for fame or success, just that they could learn a few words.

Li Guihua was so worried that she couldn't eat, and the same was true for Liu Yu Niang.

Boss Zhong, on the other hand, didn't take it to heart. He just wanted to beat the boy, he wasn't a delicate girl.

Li Guihua was so angry that she stomped on his foot under the table.

The stone was beaten, and the river was not much better. The teacher always made it stand in the corner for a whole day as punishment.

So Brother Shitou didn’t go to school and stayed at home to recuperate. He didn’t want to go either.

But the next day his mother still persuaded him to go first, and his brother would go after his hand injury healed. He could still attend class even if he was punished to stand, so there was no need for him to stay at home.

*

Before going to bed at night, Zhong Ruyi was already drowsy, but suddenly she remembered that her father Zhong had said before that he would spend money to send his eldest brother and others to a private school, but when they came back they even wrote their own name wrong.

She reached out and poked the man holding her, "Brother Dongzhi, are you asleep?"

Chen Dongzhi opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. He grabbed her restless hand and asked, "What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

Zhong Ruyi shook her head. "I heard from my elder and second sisters-in-law today that Shitou Xiaohe was targeted by the teacher in the private school. I want to ask if you have ever been to the private school before?"

"Yes, I was there for two years." Perhaps thinking of the past, Chen Dongzhi's face showed a nostalgic look.

"But I only went there for two years. I really wasn't cut out for it, so my dad asked me to come back."

The private school was still in Yangliu Village, and the teacher who taught them was also named Zhou, but he was very old and had passed away before he went to join the army. He went there to burn a few incense sticks and kowtow before returning.

Zhong Ruyi touched his chest muscles and brought up the fact that Shi Tou's hands were swollen, but her actions caused the man to groan.

She didn't care, continued to touch the bulge and said, "Did your teacher beat you when you were studying?"

Chen Dongzhi's voice was a little hoarse, "...I was beaten, and it was very severe. There are scars left."

Zhong Ruyi was shocked. She didn't expect that he would suffer such a thing while studying. She raised her head slightly and looked at him. "You have scars? Where are they? Let me see."

"here."

The man pulled her hand down and touched the raised scar hidden by her clothes.

......

Zhong Ruyi blushed, how could this be a scar?

The quilt was suddenly pulled up, covering the two of them so tightly that only a few secret moans could be heard.

*

The workshop was busy. Zhong Ruyi helped carry in a basket of dried pork. There were dozens of baskets of dried pork drying outside.

Li Guihua arranged a batch of jars that Li Zhidie had just delivered into the warehouse, and saw that the middle-aged man who came to deliver the jars had a look of hesitation on his face.

She shook the oil paper in her hand and asked, "What's wrong, Li Zhi's father? Could it be that the Zhou family is harassing you again?"

She had only just found out about this not long ago. Last month, when Li Zhi's father came to deliver the jar, he mentioned it and said that Zhou the mason from Yangliu Village was looking for him.

He asked him if the business of the workshop could be done by the two families. He meant that Zhou the mason also made jars, but instead of sending them to the workshop, they were sent to Li Zhidie's house instead, and Li Zhidie would mix them with the ones he made and send them to the workshop, at a price of two cents each.

He wanted to share the jar business of the workshop with Li Zhidie, so he went straight to the door and said so.

There was a hint of alms in his tone, and he implied that the workshop had previously cooperated with their family, but the two families were having a minor conflict now, otherwise it would not be your turn to eat this bowl of rice.

Now I am willing to share it with you, so just bear with it!

Otherwise, if one day Zhong Ruyi remembers their kindness and decides not to cooperate with Li Zhidie, he will have no place to cry!

So, while rushing to deliver the jar, Li Zhidie carefully mentioned this matter, with a bit of tentative thought in mind. What if these two families cooperated again, wouldn't he be left with nothing?

But he had been working with the workshop for several months and always felt that Zhou the Mason was dreaming.

If it was really like what he said, why did he wait so long? And why did he have to go to Taohua Village which is so far away from the workshop?

This means that the two companies will never cooperate again in the future. This is completely wishful thinking on the part of Zhou the Nijiang!

This was indeed the case. When Li Guihua heard about this, she directly told Zhou the mason how the price of a jar had increased from two cents to ten cents.

"Dad Li Zhi, do you think it's possible to go back to them now? What if they suddenly decide to raise the price? Then we have to find someone else to make the jars again. Isn't that troublesome? It's better to just refuse to cooperate. Our business is not big. Ten cents for a jar is not a silver workshop?"

The middle-aged man nodded, also frightened by the jar that cost ten cents each.

Li Guihua was quite enthusiastic. "Dad Li Zhi, just rest assured to cooperate with us. Unless our workshop closes down, we will always look for you to cooperate with us."

As she spoke, she went inside and took out a can of burnt pork floss. "Take this and let your child taste it when you get home."

Li Zhi's father was not willing to accept it. This was all made of meat, and meat was not cheap, ten cents a pound. There was a jar of this, so it must not be cheap either.

"Take them. These are all spoiled. They taste the same, but they just don't look good. We usually keep these for ourselves."

In the end, he accepted it, his face turned red with embarrassment, and he kept thanking.

I originally thought that he came here because of Zhou the Mason's matter, but I didn't expect it was because his child was beaten by the teacher.

Li Guihua put her hands on her hips and asked, "Did the teacher beat your child too?"

"He was beaten. Li Yang was beaten more seriously." When talking about this, Li Zhi's father showed sadness on his face.