The morning reading class was arranged by Luo Jinping as a classmate introduction meeting and task assignment.

After the morning reading class, everyone went to do radio exercises.

Yang Xiaole pulled Zhang Liu'er to the front row near the door and said, "Pay attention to the outside. If there is a coal hauling team coming, remind me, got it?"

Only the row on the side could see the road outside the gate, but only a small part of it.

Zhang Liu'er was puzzled, "Why?"

"Something must be happening! Got it? I'll find my brother and the others."

"Oh, I see!"

Then the group packed up and headed towards the playground.

When they arrived at the playground, Luo Jinping was already waiting there because it was the first time the classes were merged, so he wanted to do something.

"Stand in order of height, divide into four teams."

People instinctively divided into four teams according to their classes.

After seeing the teams in order, Luo Jinping quietly went to the back of the crowd to see who was not behaving.

The whole playground was chaotic, and the most chaotic were the first graders.

Although Yang Xiaole was not the tallest, he always stood at the back, and Luo Jinping had gotten used to it after a long time.

He didn't bother to say anything.

It was the same as always sitting in the last seat.

When Yang Xiaole saw that the radio broadcast hadn't started yet, he shouted to Luo Jinping, "Teacher Luo!"

Luo Jinping walked over with a puzzled look on his face, "What's wrong?"

"I want to skip a grade!"

He definitely wanted to skip a grade!

Hearing this, Luo Jinping looked at him strangely, "Do you mean to have a separate class just for you?"

Yang Xiaole was stunned by his words.

Damn it.

Oh!

They were already the highest grade, and the previous ones had already gone to junior high school.

How could they open a grade just for him!

Speechless.

While lost in thought, the sound of the radio came:

"The third set of radio exercises, starting now..."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole sat up with the others.

He didn't want to do it, but because of his poor health before, he had to participate in these simple exercises, fearing that he would collapse halfway.

After the radio exercises, everyone dispersed, and it was now leisure time.

"Xiaole, there are people outside."

As everyone was returning to the classroom, Zhang Liu'er shouted to him.

Yang Xiaole looked at the gate and saw that it was true.

He quickly ran to tell Luo Jinping, so he wouldn't get scolded later.

Then he quickly ran over.

After leaving the school, he saw a large group of people carrying baskets, pushing carts, and driving livestock through the intersection.

He calmly waited there without rushing.

After waiting for a while, he actually saw the people from his production team, Yang Qingwu, driving a donkey cart in the crowd.

"Second Grandpa!"

Upon hearing the shout, Yang Qingwu slowed down the cart and looked around, "Oh, Xiaole! Why aren't you in class and ran out?"

"Where are my dad and the others? I have something to tell them."

"They are behind, they will be here soon."

Yang Xiaole nodded, "Then you go ahead, I'll wait."

"Okay, I'll be back in a while. I'll deliver the goods first." Yang Qingwu said and continued on with the cart.

There were quite a few people in the production team, and Yang Xiaole saw that they all greeted each other.

Before long, he saw Dad and Big Brother appear not far away.

The two of them were carrying loads!

Looking at Big Brother's appearance, he was suffering. Carrying a shoulder pole was not that simple. Even if he hadn't carried it before, it could still rub off a layer of skin.

"Big Brother!"

Yang Xiaole watched as the two of them lowered their heads and carried the load, and quickly shouted.

Big Brother raised his head upon hearing the voice and took a look, showing a puzzled expression, "Xiaole, why aren't you in class?"

Just as he was about to collapse, he put the basket down at the school gate.

Yang Guangzhi naturally followed behind and stopped as well.

At this moment, both of them were covered in black coal dust, looking disheveled, but so were the others.

Yang Guangzhi wiped the sweat off his neck with the black towel hanging around it and asked, "What are you doing? Looking for us?"

Yang Xiaole looked around and then nodded, whispering, "Yeah, Uncle sent a letter!"

"Ah, Uncle sent a letter? What did he say?"

Yang Guangzhi was surprised to hear this and then urged anxiously.

And Big Brother also had a hopeful expression.

"He didn't say much, just said that Big Brother should go to the city on the 6th."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guangzhi's face lit up with excitement, "Okay, okay, I'll let your Big Brother come back on the night of the 5th and let him go to the city. Remember to get a certificate for your Big Brother."

"The certificate is ready, it's at home!"

Yang Xiaole said and then asked strangely, "Dad, aren't you going with him?"

Yang Guangzhi shook his head, "No, every production team has tasks to do, we can't have fewer people. If your brother leaves, Qingwen will probably have to call someone else over."

Yang Xiaole frowned upon hearing this, he didn't expect it to be like this.

But thinking about it, if they could leave easily, then everyone would have left and who would do the work!

Yang Qingwen was probably considering his younger brother's face.

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Looking at the Little Dragon and Little Tiger who had just passed by, he didn't know if these two guys would get the certificate or not.

But with Tian Cuihua's temper, if she didn't give her son the certificate, the team leader probably wouldn't sleep well at night.

Yang Guangzhi followed his gaze and took a look, then plucked up the courage, "Alright, you go to school, we understand. It won't delay your brother going to the city."

After saying that, he picked up the load and left.

Big Brother naturally followed behind.

Yang Xiaole watched as the group of people left, feeling that it was almost time for class, so he quickly ran towards the school.

The bell rang halfway.

He arrived at the classroom door and entered with Luo Jinping.

After sitting down, his eyes wandered aimlessly.

Boring, it was really boring.

Without space, he didn't have that many thoughts. He just treated it as reliving his lost childhood. But with space, his mind started to become active.

Drop out of school?

No, he still had to rely on this to go to the city!Sick leave, occasionally coming over to pretend to recharge?

School is easy to handle, but home is difficult!

In the morning, class leaders and study committee members were selected. Naturally, Yang Xiaole became the study committee member.

After all, he didn't have much to do.

The class leader, Tian Youliang, was their old class leader. He had good grades and was always in the top three of the class.

With his square face, he was suitable to be the class leader.

Luo Jinping once again instructed Tian Youliang that in the afternoon he would lead the team to pan for sand in the river by the commune.

There were only two classes in the morning, Chinese and arithmetic, both taught by Luo Jinping.

The whole morning was spent on giving instructions.

Everyone would be given a winnowing basket in the afternoon, and they should arrive at the river half an hour early.

Another important thing was that from now on, students didn't need to bring their own food to school at noon. They would eat in the school cafeteria.

They wouldn't go home at noon anymore.

After morning classes, they would eat lunch, rest for a while, then go to pan for sand. After school in the afternoon, they would go home.

Yang Xiaole frowned slightly, then realized that the commune had also started to eat in the cafeteria.

This was a change every day.

It would start from today's lunch.

Each family had to buy a lunchbox or bring a bowl for lunch.

After the morning instructions were finished, it was lunchtime.

School was over at noon, and a swarm of children rushed back home.

Some children who lived farther away brought their own food to steam and eat, but Yang Xiaole's home was only an hour away, so naturally, he wouldn't eat in the cafeteria.

After school, he found the cheerful Xiaoli and the carefree Xi Zi at the school gate.

The group headed home.

"Xiaoli, are you happy to go to school?"

"Mm, I'm happy, there are so many new classmates!"

Xiaoli happily talked about her new classmates, saying that some people envied her new skirt!

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled.

When they got home, it was almost the end of lunchtime.

Xi Zi ran over excitedly, and Wang Qiuju had already prepared the meal at home.

Yang Xiaole took the bowl and told Wang Qiuju about the situation: "I can't come home for lunch anymore. The school will provide lunch from now on, and I'll be working in the river."

Then he explained the situation.

Upon hearing that it was a school matter, Wang Qiuju nodded, "Did the school notify you? That's fine, just be careful."

"Mm, I know."

Yang Xiaole nodded and quietly started eating.

By the way, he mentioned the encounter with his elder brother in the morning.

Wang Qiuju nodded slightly: "Mm, it's good that he was notified. It would be troublesome if it delayed time."

Yang Xiaole ate for a while, looked at Wang Qiuju, thought for a moment, and then muttered: "Ah, another 3 yuan is gone."

"3 yuan? What 3 yuan?"

Wang Qiuju's ears were sharp, and she heard it right away and quickly asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just ran into them this morning. They sold another 12 yuan, and each person got 4 yuan. If I were there, I could have gotten 3 yuan!"

Yang Xiaole said casually.

"Hiss!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiuju took a deep breath, not out of surprise, but out of heartache!

She was still upset about the 5 yuan from yesterday!

Today it's another 3 yuan, how could she not be heartbroken!

In the end, she asked with a heartache: "Who exactly did you catch it with? How did you sell it for so much money?"

Yang Xiaole shook his head: "I really can't say, that's stealing from the public. We all swore an oath not to tell."

However, seeing Wang Qiuju's expression, he felt that he couldn't always be this stimulating.

He had to do it once every three days. If there was no food in the future, he could start from this.

He couldn't cut off this source of income.

He also couldn't mention too much money, just two or three yuan, two or three yuan at a time, not much but still heartbreaking to hear.