Every household is poor, and in order to save some kerosene, most activities stop when it gets dark, so Yu Xiulan’s home visit cannot be carried out in the dark.

I will only visit two places today.

The first family is Tian Guizhi’s family.

When Yu Xiulan arrived, Tian Guizhi was scolding Bao Xiaoyu in the room, "You lose money, what else can you do! You can't even hold a bowl firmly..."

Bao Xiaoyu cried and begged: "I was wrong, Mom, please don't hit me..."

Yu Xiulan stood at the door of the courtyard, rolled her eyes, and shouted inside: "Tian Guizhi, someone is here!"

The loud voice shook the sound in the room. After a while, Tian Guizhi came out. While checking to see if she had anything to do, he asked: "Master Yu...Sister Xiulan, why are you really here?"

"Call me Teacher Yu."

Tian Guizhi curled his lips and said, "Teacher Yu."

Yu Xiulan didn't wait for her to open the door, pushed the door open and went in, "I'm here for a home visit."

What is this? A home visit?

Tian Guizhi laughed, "Sister Xiulan, you are so funny, you still use this word."

Yu Xiulan reiterated angrily: "Teacher Yu."

"Okay, okay, Teacher Yu."

"I'm not going into the house anymore. Let's talk outside." Yu Xiulan saw a wooden block and sat down, "Where is Xiaoyu? Call him out and let me take a look."

"What do you want her to do? She's working."

Yu Xiulan ordered: "Bow if you are told. Why do you do any work after dark?"

"You're not the women's director anymore, why should you show off your authority?" Tian Guizhi muttered in a low voice, then when he saw her glaring at others, he raised his voice and shouted, "Xiaoyu, you didn't hear me, why don't you come out yet!"

Bao Xiaoyu came out with his head hanging down, shivering all over.

Tian Guizhi pointed at Bao Xiaoyu and said with disdain: "Look at how angry she is from a small family. How can she be as capable as Teacher Yu and your two girls?"

Yu Xiulan saw that Bao Xiaoyu shrank her shoulders again because of her mother's words, and said bluntly: "My girl was raised by me and her father. If your girl is not generous, it is because you did not raise her well."

Tian Guizhi said confidently, "As long as I raise my son well."

Yu Xiulan: "..."

That's really embarrassing to say.

"Come on, come on, let Bao Qixing come out." Yu Xiulan said bluntly, "I'll tell you about him."

In the room, Bao Qixing, who was lying under the door and eavesdropping, was so frightened that he almost cried.

Bao Qizhi, the eldest son of the Bao family, gloated, "Our teacher Wu is much gentler."

"Bao Qixing, you haven't come out yet."

Bao Qixing walked out with a sad face and shrinking head.

On the surface, he looks like a small family just like Bao Xiaoyu.

Yu Xiulan looked at Tian Guizhi, "Look at how generous you are in raising your child?"

"That's why you were so scared." Tian Guizhi didn't even look at Bao Xiaoyu, who was beating him next to him, and hugged Bao Qixing distressedly, "You can't hit the child~"

"Other families say that if a child is disobedient, the teacher can spank him as hard as possible without slapping him in the face."

Bao Qixing trembled, and Tian Guizhi felt heartbroken, "That won't work, my child can't be spanked."

Such different treatment... Yu Xiulan treated her as a teacher sincerely, and she was so angry that her liver ached, "Then I don't care about your son."

"How about that? We paid the tuition." Tian Guizhi was dissatisfied, "You have to teach my son well."

Yu Xiulan took a few breaths before speaking stiffly and getting to the point: "Bao Qixing is only seven years old this year. He skips every class and can't sit still at all. It doesn't matter if he goes to school a year later."

Bao Qixing felt guilty and did not dare to raise his head.

Tian Guizhi was not happy: "Is it because you don't know how to teach? Why is my son disobedient?"

This damn old bitch!

Yu Xiulan got angry and said, "You don't know a word of Chinese characters, and you still say that I can't teach you?"

"How did my son do well when Zhao Mian taught him? She is a junior high school student with a diploma, and you don't. Who knows how much fake culture you have."

Yu Xiulan really wanted to hit her, but she held it back, "If I can't read, I can't be a teacher. Don't talk about that. Just say, Xiaoyu is nine years old, why don't you let her go to school?"

"What's the point of going to school for a little girl?"

"Why is it useless? My eldest brother doesn't earn a salary right now? How can my second child become a women's director without education? Aren't all the wages and work points subsidized to the family?"

Tian Guizhi said: "If Xiaoyu doesn't go to school, Xiaoyu's future work points will also have to be given to the family."

"If you have long hair but short knowledge, you only get a few work points. Only with education can you earn other money."

"Then you won't be able to take advantage of others." Tian Guizhi didn't want to lose money on the girl. "Our sons will be able to make a living in the future."

Yu Xiulan: "..."

Tian Guizhi said sourly: "Besides, my family doesn't have as much spare money as yours, and yet we have to pay for the girl's movies."

"I have a piece of chicken money at home! My money was blown away by the wind?"

Yu Xiulan stood up in anger and said, "Stop nagging me here. I am no longer the women's director, I am also the mother of the women's director!"

When she got angry, Tian Guizhi muttered: "I didn't say anything... Anyway, I have no money, Bao Xiaoyu has to work at home."

Yu Xiulan couldn't control her, so she said "Wait until I come back next time" and walked away angrily.

She has to go back and figure it out before she comes back.

The first home visit ended in failure, and Yu Xiulan’s emotions were directly carried to the second home.

Song Wenrui, a child, was sitting in the courtyard, plucking branches for firewood.

Yu Xiulan's tone was a little harsh, "Where is your mother?"

Song Wenrui was very well-behaved. He stood up and called someone and answered her: "My mother is not feeling well and is lying down."

Lying down again...

Yu Xiulan jumped into the house like a fighting cock.

"Third aunt." Wang Yinghui sat up from the kang and greeted weakly.

The room was clean, and Yu Xiulan's expression softened a little, "There's no need to get up, I'm here to tell you something."

Wang Yinghui smiled apologetically, "Third aunt, please sit down."

Yu Xiulan sat on the edge of the Kang and said directly: "Your Wenrui should go to school this year. He is so sensible, so we can't delay the child."

Wang Yinghui lowered her head and started sobbing, "Third aunt, you also know that my health is not good enough. Now I can only live on the subsidy from the production team. How can I have the money to send him to school?"

Song Wenrui came in with a bowl of water. When he saw his mother crying, he put down the bowl and quickly coaxed her: "Mom, don't cry, I won't go to school."

Wang Yinghui hugged him tightly and cried harder, "Xiao Rui, Mom is sorry for you..."

Song Wenrui hugged her and apologized: "Grandma Yu, my mother can't breathe when she moves. It's because I don't trust my mother that I don't go to school."

Yu Xiulan pointed to the room, "Isn't this very clean? What else are you worried about? Which one is lighter and which is heavier? Don't you know?"

Song Wenrui said: "I tidied up the house."

Yu Xiulan: "..."

He really does nothing when co-writing, and that’s not how a landlord’s lady is raised.

Yu Xiulan was not unsympathetic, but more than anything, she hated the iron. "You call me third aunt, and I have to say a few words for your parents. Since you know that you are sorry for the child, you should stand up. Look at these two things."

Years, what have you done to yourself? What kind of good person can get better by lying on the kang all day long? If you have nothing to do, move around more, if you can't go to work, do the work at home, exercise more, your body will slowly get better.

?”

Wang Yinghui buried herself on her son's shoulder, crying until her shoulders were shaking.

Song Wenrui also started crying and begged: "Grandma Yu, don't be angry..."

Only eight years old.

Yu Xiulan looked unable to bear it, her tone softened again, and asked: "Are you going to bring back the diced apples to your mother?"

Song Wenrui lowered his head and said nothing.

Yu Xiulan sighed, "Yinghui, how lucky you must have been to have such a sensible son in your previous life? Why can't you offset those bad things?"

Wang Yinghui cried louder and louder, "Third aunt, my parents are gone, how can I think about it..."

She cried so hard that she was out of breath and a little scary.

Yu Xiulan quickly stopped talking, gave a few words of advice, and ended today's topic.

Song Wenrui sent Yu Xiulan out and whispered: "Grandma Yu, as long as my mother can live, it doesn't matter if she doesn't go to school."

Yu Xiulan said: "You are filial, but there are different ways to live. You can't just live by yourself."

Song Wenrui clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.
To be continued...