Chapter 1019 1018 [The Troubled Son]

canteen.

Zhou Weilie looked down at the yellowish and blackened rice in the bowl, as well as the stones and mouse feces mixed in the rice, and suddenly felt nauseated. Although Mei Yiqi and Hua Luogeng's rice is also very rough, at least they have been washed clean, and no special "nutrition" will be added.

The new students imitate the old students to keep knocking on the bowl. It is said that this is an essential skill for eating in the United Nations University. Zhou Weilie also asked for some tricks, but it was difficult to master it for the first time, so he only used chopsticks to slowly pick out the debris.

Today's dish is boiled kidney beans again. The dish for 50 large tables only uses half a catty of oil, and there is no oil or water in it.

Zhou Weilie took a few mouthfuls of food with difficulty, feeling his throat was choking, so he quickly picked up rice soup to moisten his throat and deliver the meal.

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of rice soup spewed out, and Zhou Weilie exclaimed in surprise, "Is this rice soup or vinegar? It's so sour!"

Peng Xu, who had owed six laundry errands, gloated and said, "The rice soup cooked by Chen Mi is so sour. It appetizes and invigorates the spleen. The more you drink, the hungrier you will be."

Zhou Weilie completely lost his appetite, but his childhood education made him unwilling to waste food, so he closed his eyes and swallowed the rest of the food in the bowl. He didn't want to drink the rice soup anymore, the taste of that thing was no different from drinking vinegar, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Is there a store in the school?"

"No," Peng Xu said with a smile, "Do you want to buy something to eat? There is a fellow who sells things at the gate of the school. They fry some peanuts, beans, etc. to sell."

"I'll go and have a look." Zhou Weilie said.

After he left, the students at the same table began to discuss:

"This Junior Zhou doesn't seem to be used to the food in the cafeteria. The food in Mr. Zhou's house must be rich."

"Don't talk about Mr. Zhou's house, the food in my house is not so bad."

"How long do you think he can last?"

"How long does what last?"

"Crying and yelling to go home to find my mother. After all, I'm only 12 years old, and I haven't suffered any crimes. How can I bear it?"

"Maybe you'll get used to it in a few days."

"Hard to say."

"..."

At the age of twelve or thirteen, when the body is growing, a bowl of rice is definitely not enough to eat.

Zhou Weilie walked quickly to the school gate, and sure enough, he saw a few fellow villagers selling snacks. Without asking the price, he walked up to a fried peanut seller and said, "Give me two catties."

"Two catties is 28 yuan." The fellow said.

Zhou Weilie held the fried peanuts wrapped in waste newspapers, ate while walking, and returned to the dormitory leisurely. It was the first time he discovered that peanuts are so delicious.

The students in the same dormitory came back one after another, smelling the aroma of fried peanuts, they all looked at Zhou Weilie and swallowed.

The more Zhou Weilie ate, the worse he felt. There were too many people and he couldn't get enough food, and he didn't feel good eating alone. After thinking about it, I simply went outside the school gate again and said to the fellow villagers who sold snacks: "I bought all your things, please help me move to the dormitory."

"Little classmate, do you have that much money?" A fellow villager asked with a smile.

Zhou Weilie took out a stack of banknotes: "This is not enough money, but I still have some cash in my dormitory. By the way, I will buy a few more boxes, and sell them to me along with the moisture-proof rags in the boxes."

Because the teachers and students in the school are very poor, a basket of peanuts and soybeans cannot be sold out for several days. Now that someone made a round directly, the fellow villagers were overjoyed, and they surrounded Zhou Weilie to the student dormitory with baskets and baskets on their backs.

This group of people walked through the campus in a mighty manner, attracting sideways glances.

Back in the dormitory, Peng Xu pointed to the fellow villagers waiting outside, and asked, "Primary school boy, what are you doing?"

"Please eat something." Zhou Weilie said with a smile.

Dayang paid out from the box, and Zhou Weilie's pocket money had already been spent two-thirds. He unpacked another soap box and wrote on the cardboard: "Snacks are free, you can take it yourself. Due to the limited quantity, each person is limited to one."

Zhou Weilie mixed peanuts and soybeans, and placed a basket under the eaves of each row of dormitory buildings, even the girls' dormitories were not left behind.

Putting the cardboard in front of the basket, Zhou Weilie went back to the dormitory by himself, leaving hundreds of curious students behind.

At the beginning, no one was ashamed to do it. Peng Xu was more capable, grabbed a handful with a smile and said, "You are welcome, this is Mr. Zhou's treat. Remember to cover it with a cloth so that the peanuts and beans don't get wet again."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, the landlord will enjoy the meal, haha." Another student jokingly grabbed a handful.

Another student said: "Everyone save a little bit, don't finish eating all at once, the students in the library don't know yet."

The students were still very self-conscious, and they only caught half a handful. Because the number of these snacks is obviously not enough, if you grab too hard, the students behind will have no chance.

Regarding Zhou Weilie's approach, most students chose to accept the good intentions, but a small number of students thought that he was asking for fame. The psychology of hatred for the rich exists in any era, and it is inevitable.

Peng Xu ate peanuts and returned to the dormitory, sat next to Zhou Weilie and said, "Primary school boy, don't do this in the future, the impact will not be too good."

Zhou Weilie didn't care about this, he said: "My pocket money is almost used up, and I can't afford to buy it in the future."

"You still buy so much without money?" Peng Xu was surprised.

"Money is meant to be used." Zhou Weilie had no concept of financial management at all.

Peng Xu was convinced: "As expected of Mr. Zhou, generous and heroic!"

...

I went to pick up the textbooks in the afternoon, and the class officially started the next day.

On Monday morning, I finally had boiled eggs. Zhou Weilie missed the food at home while eating the eggs, and at the same time looked at the classmates who were devouring them thoughtfully.

There is no such thing as being isolated. Zhou Weilie's popularity in school is surprisingly good, both teachers and classmates take good care of him. On the one hand, it was because of Zhou Hexuan's face, and on the other hand, because he was too young, his classmates often offered to help with chores such as washing clothes.

After about half a month, Zhou Weilie ran out of pocket money. Eggs can only be eaten in the mornings of Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on weekends, I go to Mei Yiqi’s house for a toothbrush festival. At other times, I am forced to accept the school’s pig-like meals.

After two bouts of diarrhea, he got used to it. Zhou Weilie had already learned the skill of knocking bowls and sifting stones, and the rice soup, which was so sour as vinegar, was also delicious. It's a pity that there is too little oil and water, and I am so greedy that I drool when I see anything to eat, and I am half-starved and half-full every day.

At this time, the nobleman appeared.

Another day after school, Wu Mi stood at the door of the classroom and shouted, "Wei Lie, come here!"

"Uncle Wu." Zhou Weilie greeted respectfully.

Wu Mi hooked Zhou Weilie's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, uncle will take you to eat something delicious."

Zhou Weilie swallowed subconsciously, and said, "I'll invite Uncle Wu back when I get to Chongqing."

"When the time comes, let your father invite me. I won't suffer anyway." Wu Mi joked.

During the entire Anti-Japanese War, Wu Mi was the number one rich man of the Southwest Associated University. When this gentleman came to Kunming, he had just been divorced. He had enough food for one person and the whole family was not hungry. He also had a lot of part-time jobs, and he could earn six to seven thousand yuan a month. He eats out every day, and even invites three ladies who have an ambiguous relationship to have a social dinner together at the same time, so don't live too chicly.

Wu Mi hated the vegetable planting behavior of the professors very much. The two vegetable fields reclaimed by Chen Daisun were right outside Wu Mi's house, and they quarreled with him every day—"From morning to evening, I planted vegetables on the ground outside Mi's window. Mi Shu hated it." ".

Shen Congwen's income is also very high, but all his money is used to buy pottery and books, and he only eats a bowl of rice noodles when he asks his student Wang Zengqi to go to the restaurant.

Wu Mi had a deep personal relationship with Zhou Hexuan, and was often dragged by Liang Qichao to play mahjong together in Tsinghua Garden. He was also invited by Zhou Hexuan to be the editor-in-chief of the supplement of "Ta Kung Pao" for more than half a year. There was a time when Wu Mi came back from abroad and lived in Sanle Hall in Tianjin for half a month, and Wei Lie knew him very well.

One big and one small, the two of them went to the restaurant and ordered three dishes and one soup, which was so rich that it was almost extravagant.

Zhou Weilie was like a beggar who hadn't eaten for a few days. He wolfed down three bowls of rice, wiped out several dishes on the table, and finally poured the rice into the dish to boil oil and water.

Wu Mi shook her head and smiled wryly: "Your father is also heartless, but he is living a good life, so he must throw you to a poor place like Kunming. When I get hungry, I will come to see you, Uncle Wu, and I will make sure you are full."

"Thank you, Uncle Wu," Zhou Weilie put the last few grains of rice on the plate into his mouth, wiped his mouth, "I understand what my dad meant, he wanted me to see the real face of China."

Wu Mi smiled and said, "Yo, you quite understand the truth."

Zhou Weilie said: "When I was in Tianjin and Chongqing, my father often told me these things, but I didn't understand them at the time, and now I finally understand them personally."

"It's good if you can understand it, you have a bright future." Wu Mi nodded in approval.

Zhou Weilie said: "I'm thinking about whether I should change my major and study physics, chemistry or mechanics."

Wu Mi asked: "You are so good at math, why change your major?"

"Mathematics is of no use to the country," Zhou Weilie said. "Since the beginning of school, two students in our class have transferred to another department, and several other students also have such plans."

Wu Mi reprimanded: "Who said mathematics is useless? Mathematics is the foundation of all natural sciences, and it can drive the development of other science and engineering subjects."

Zhou Weilie muttered, "Professor Hua also said the same thing, and wrote a letter to my dad last week to complain."

"Your task now is to study with peace of mind and don't think wildly, you know?" Wu Mi said seriously.

"Understood." Zhou Weilie was a little depressed.

Wu Mi was not the only one who improved Zhou Weilie's food, but whenever conditions allowed, many professors would stand up and help. Shen Congwen, for example, basically invites Zhou Weilie to a restaurant two or three times a month, or asks his wife Zhang Zhaohe to make fermented eggs for Weilie.

Brewed eggs are Zhang Zhaohe's specialty, and in Zhu Ziqing's words, they are simply the most delicious food in the world.

In the second month of the semester, Fairbank visited Southwest Associated University as the special envoy of the United States. This old man is even more familiar with Zhou Hexuan. In the past, whenever he came to Tianjin, the Fairbank and his wife lived in Zhou's house, and even lived in Zhou's mansion in Shanghai for a few weeks.

When Fairbank learned about Zhou Weilie's situation, he immediately invited the boy to a big meal and left a $200 red envelope.

Fairbank wrote in his memoirs: "Chinese people have two extreme ways of educating their children, one is doting, wishing to give everything to future generations to enjoy; Fang is a master. I disagree with Mr. Zhou Hexuan’s choice, because his son is in a critical period of development and should not be half-starved every day. But it is undeniable that this training method is very successful. Me and my 12-year-old son Zhou Weilie had an in-depth talk, and his thinking was more mature than many adults. He said that he used to only pay attention to mathematics, but after entering Southwest Associated University, he began to pay attention to social and political issues. Perhaps it was the change of thinking during this period that made him Contributing to his later choice..."