Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 117 She’s his Achilles’ heel!

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Speaking of culture, one must mention the uniqueness of Qingfeng Village.

Due to the existence of two once-great literary giants from the ’Xie, Zhou’ families, practically every child in the village, boys and girls alike, has attended school. Those who have not are immigrants who moved during the mass relocations of the fifties and sixties.

Qingfeng Village is not large, but not small either, home to roughly three hundred families. Here, ninety percent of the children have completed at least primary school.

Since 1975, when the down-to-the-countryside youth began to return to the cities, the village primary school has been taken over by the well-respected elders from the Xie and Zhou families. From the first to fifth grade, education is free for the villagers. Even older individuals who wish to learn can attend school in the village.

However, regardless of whether in the first or fifth grade, all schooling is full-time. Students are not allowed to go home for lunch but must remain at school to do work within their capabilities, a form of mandatory labor considered as ’tuition fees’.

Although the village school may seem modest, it teaches following the old private schooling traditions, attracting no small number of people from the surrounding areas. Naturally, this fame stems from the results it has achieved.

Before 1975, the Zhou Xie Private School was merely known as Qingshan Primary School [Darn, what an awkward name!], run by down-to-the-countryside youth.

From 1975 on, as eligible youth gradually returned to the cities, the school faced a shortage of teachers. The retired elders from the Xie and Zhou families were thus called back.

Ever since the elders from the Xie and Zhou families took over, not only family disciples and children from the Qingshan Team but also other applicants have had to pass an entrance exam. Those who didn’t meet the passing mark were not accepted by the school!

This one policy made the Zhou Xie Private School in Qingshan Team extremely famous.

From that year on, Qingshan Primary School became stricter with student admissions, only accepting those under the care of the two families if they had a certain level of education; otherwise, they were not considered.

Last year, Qingshan Primary School’s sensational middle school entrance exams pushed the school to new heights. There were complaints and curses, as well as recognition and praise.

Such diverse reactions were sparked when the first cohort of students, taught by the Zhou and Xie elders, all scored full marks on their middle school exams, leaving the complainers embarrassingly contradicted—in truth, it wasn’t about slapping their faces.

It’s because their children weren’t up to par!

Seeing Qingshan Primary School’s sudden rise in prestige, the contributions of the ancestors of both the Xie and Zhou families became widely known in the county town. Since then, the name Qingshan Primary School has become a thing of the past; locals simply refer to it as ’Zhou Xie Private School’.

To tell the truth, the Xie and Zhou elders have always had their own set of steadfast rules when it comes to culture and heritage. They maintained their principles and continued their traditions even during the special period of the sixties and seventies.

It is because Li Baojia knew the details that he targeted Xie Jingchen, and as for why he focused on Zhang Shanni instead of Xie Jingchen. That has to do with how Li Baojia managed to preserve his entire family during that particular era, revealing his uniquely insightful vision.

They say adversity reveals true friends. For Xie Jingchen, the Li Family was just an additional ornament, but to Zhang Shanni, a young girl, their kindness was no less than ’sending charcoal in snowy weather.’ It’s easy to add flowers upon brocade, but delivering charcoal in the snow shows genuine sincerity!

Of course, an important consideration lies in the fact that Xie Jingchen is a military officer. For a military officer, any blemish in marital matters can be an impediment to his career advancement. As such, a smart military officer will be very cautious in choosing a marriage partner.

Regarding her scumbag ex-husband in her past life, though they were officially registered, they were never truly husband and wife as there was no intimate relationship beforehand. Knowing his past, she liked him even less.

After all, their marriage was solely a result of their parents forcing them into it. She never had deep feelings for her ex-husband; it was merely a partnership for living. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have insisted on such a pre-marital agreement.

With no feelings involved, she didn’t care if he died. If it came to it, they could just divorce and lead separate lives.

But her feelings towards Xie Jingchen were not entirely non-existent. The two of them were truly husband and wife, and not to mention how a man may have deep impressions of his first woman, but women, on the other hand, are also not indifferent towards their first man.

These ten days together let her realize that her man was one who took care of practical matters. If he really had the intention to meddle with others, he wouldn’t have decisively nodded in agreement to marry her.

Perhaps they really had fate, and in the end, they became husband and wife through a series of coincidences.

According to Zhang Shan Ni’s line of thought, this woman [don’t ask why she was certain it was a woman, with those three signatures written with feminine strokes, plus the young girl who ran away, her intuition told her that the troublemaker was definitely a woman!] must’ve learned that Xie Jingchen was coming back to find a marriage match yet got cut off by her, and probably held a grudge against her, which led to this incident.

Even if she knew that the other party might have acted out of impulsiveness, Zhang Shan Ni did not feel an ounce of sympathy or any desire to forgive her! Some actions simply do not allow for mistakes~~

For her, Xie Jingchen was now her untouchable scale; no one was allowed to invade or tarnish.

"That, that..." Suddenly, a faint female voice rose up from the edge.

However, with the villagers gathered around the big stone chattering away with each other, nobody heard that timid voice.