My Son, You Just Entered Elementary School, How Can You Become The Richest Person?

Chapter 391

"How did you get enough to sleep?"

"At your age, at your stage, how can you sleep?"

"Is there a bit of a show?"

"Early

in the morning.

Comrade Gu Jianjun is still sleeping.

In a daze, I heard a torture sound in my ears, as if from the depths of my soul.

Open your eyes.

I saw Gu Xiu standing in front of him, looking at him sternly.

Gu Jianjun: !!

"What are you doing, stinky boy, pretending to be a ghost early in the morning?" Gu Jianjun immediately woke up, and then he was annoyed:

"Lao Tzu, you still came to educate me, didn't you?"

"No, I'm reviewing our teacher's lines." Gu Xiu shook his head, his face a little embarrassed.

Ahem!

Zhengxiang, who watched Comrade Gu sleep before, had a bad taste attack for a while, and silently recited the inspirational, hard-working, struggle, and hard work in his previous life... Lines of the spirit.

"Stinky boy, it's rare to get up early and your tail is cocked?"

Gu Jianjun scratched his head, I don't know why, the words Gu Xiu muttered before were the same as being printed in his head.

I feel unhappy.

Even when he thought in his heart, when he asked Gu Xiu to get up in the future, it would be better to use such words.

Take revenge on this kid.

No, how can a father say that it is revenge, it is for the good of the child!

Shake your head.

Got up, packed up, and the father and daughter got into the van.

Let's go!

It's mid-September.

Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming, Comrade Gu Jianjun planned to go back to Zhouxian County to give some gifts to the neighbors in his hometown.

After all, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the business in the store must be busy, and there is not so much time, so it can be done in advance while there is time.

It happened that Gu Xiu was on vacation on the weekend, and Gu Jianjun simply took the child along.

After all, the last time I went back.

The second uncle next door also asked him why he didn't take Gu Xiu back, counted him well, and let the old man see the child this time.

"I saw you Teacher Liang last time, and your Teacher Liang also went to college, why didn't you care about you?"

On the way, Comrade Gu Jianjun asked about Gu Xiu's studies.

Gu Xiuxi said:

"Teacher Liang said that when you enter the gate of the university, then everything depends on your own consciousness, so he will no longer treat me like a primary school student."

There was a smile on his face.

No way, I'm so happy.

At the beginning of this school year, Gu Xiu's life is called chic, after all, college is much more interesting than elementary school.

The only thing that worried Gu Xiu before was Mr. Liang Sining.

I thought that.

When he came to the university this semester, he would most likely come back from his hard days, and the result was beyond Gu Xiu's expectations.

Teacher Liang only occasionally came to him, gave him some questions, and asked him to read a few books.

It's basically free-range for him.

Compare before.

Being in elementary school is the same as going to jail, it's completely different.

This makes Gu Xiu wake up with a smile every day in his dreams, which is more joyful than making millions, after all, everyone wants to be free.

"Your teacher Liang is a person who has a university question."

"He made you realize, but he didn't tell you to let go of yourself, when it's time to study hard, you still have to study hard."

"And as a teacher, in fact, the stricter the better, strict teachers produce high apprentices, as long as it is for your good, then no matter how strict it is, it should be."

"You can't have anything to say about him, and I think you'll be grateful to him in the future."

Gu Jianjun preached seriously.

An ordinary child may not have this patience, but Gu Xiu nodded honestly.

He always felt that he was lucky.

At least the people I met were pretty good.

Even if it is Mr. Liang, maybe the methods and methods have the stubbornness of the older generation, but in fact, the more pure people are, the more admirable they are.

Not to mention.

The other party is indeed for his good.

After chatting all the way, the car finally turned into the intersection with the sign of Zhouxian County.

It is said that wealth does not return to the hometown, just like a night walk in brocade.

But Gu Jianjun doesn't have this concept.

He went back to his hometown not to be praised and envied by others, but simply to meet those who knew him.

Say hello and say goodbye.

In the words he often said to Gu Xiu.

People must not forget their roots.

Those who have helped you may not be cared for, and may even be just a gesture for others.

But you must not forget.

Therefore, on this trip home, the father and son were not high-profile, but just brought a large bag of gifts and sent them door to door.

These are all former neighbors who have helped them in one or another.

Gu Jianjun came to give gifts, and naturally everyone smiled brightly:

"The army is out of breath!"

"It's developed!"

"There are a lot of developed people, but there are not many people like Jianjun who don't forget their roots, and those who celebrate the New Year's holidays still remember us old guys."

"Hahaha, this kid is sincere, I'll just say, I didn't see the wrong person."

Along

the way, there were a lot of praises.

At noon that day, Gu Jianjun asked Zhouxian County's Gourmet Meike No. 1 restaurant to prepare two tables.

One table is a banquet for a few partners who have helped in the past, mainly vegetable sellers, butcher shop owners and the like.

At the other table, there are old people like the second uncle.

Father and son accompany each other at a table.

Gu Jianjun's table is normal, but Gu Xiu's table is a little outrageous, and a group of old people brag about it, it is really heavenly.

Especially the second uncle.

The stinky boy who had been throwing at his own dung pit came back, and the old man not only remembered, but also talked about it with everyone.

No anger, no anger.

Yes, only the elders dot on and miss the younger generations.

Fortunately, Gu Xiu is a little clever ghost.

A few old people were amused from beginning to end, and there was no sadness or melancholy at a table, only laughter and laughter.

Especially after drinking a little wine, it is even more unbearable.

The second uncle even planned to take out the blood-stained box cannon at home and give it to Gu Xiu for self-defense.

Fortunately, Comrade Gu Jianjun stopped him.

Otherwise, Gu Xiu may have to go to a public dinner for a few days for the crime of possession of firearms.

In the afternoon, I said goodbye to everyone in the county.

Father and son went to their ancestral home.

Gu Jianjun's parents both died in their early years, and speaking of which, in that small village, they can actually be regarded as having no relatives and no reason.

However, there are also a few old people who are highly respected.

Gu Jianjun took Gu Xiu to call people one by one, and then took advantage of the absence of the old people's children to give a big red envelope.

Gu Xiu saw it in his eyes and did not express doubt.

After walking around, the father and son put on incense candles and paper money on their backs, and climbed the mountain towards the ancestral tomb.

In these years, the control is not so strict.

In the next few years, there will basically be no such thing as burning paper in the mountains.

But people haven't reached the ancestral grave yet.

The father and son were stunned.

In the distance, a puff of green smoke rose.

"This is the real ancestral tomb with green smoke!" Gu Xiu couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know whose family it is, my luck is quite good."

"Indeed, it's a good thing that the ancestral grave is smoking." Gu Jianjun nodded in agreement.

But then, Gu Jianjun was suddenly stunned:

"No, that direction..."

"It's our family's ancestral grave!!"

In the next second, Comrade Lao Gu ran wildly.

Smoke is a good thing.

But if it's really the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, it's definitely not a good thing.

Gu Xiu also hurriedly followed.

Fortunately.

When they came closer, the father and son breathed a sigh of relief, and next to the ancestral grave, they didn't know when, and made a brick lattice that was specially used to burn paper.

Inside.

There were still a pile of gold and silver paper money that had just been burned, and even a few paper-tied funeral supplies.

Now, it's burned to ashes.

The green smoke just now came out of here.

But.

Relieved to relieved, father and son were puzzled at the same time.

This paper money....

Who burned it?