IPT 7.1

Chapter 7

 

Under the order of the management, the senior class student on duty lifted the lid of the iron bucket. Finally, when the meal was served, the queue began to stir, and the children all craned their necks to look into the bucket.

 

Shen Qianqian tiptoed and looked at it with his eyes. But he couldn’t see it too far, and a pair of eyes followed the child. Seeing that he picked up a small enamel bowl from the sideboard, the senior student on duty filled the small bowl with soup from the iron bucket, and took out a fat round boiled yams from another iron bucket and handed it to him.

 

Shen Qianqian was surprised and looked at Lin Duozhi with sparkling eyes: “Yamba!” It’s a sweet potato!

“Like for real?”

Shen Qianqian swallowed his saliva before replying, “Really.” 

 

The other children also saw the boiled yams, and they all smiled.

Although the yams are dry and coarse, they will choke when they are eaten quickly, but they are big and have a faint sweet fragrance. There is no child in the welfare home who does not like to eat them.

 

The students in the front of the small class had already finished their meals, holding hot sweet potatoes in one hand and soup in the other, and carefully walked to the table on the other side of the cafeteria. The children along the way were swallowing their saliva and desperately wanting to go faster.

 

As soon as Shen Qianqian made few steps forward with the team, a staff member of the welfare institute came to the door of the canteen, and said to several managers that the dean had something to look for. The management had to let the eldest children on duty continue to distribute meals, and they all left the cafeteria in a hurry.

 

All the students in the cafeteria stared at the managers, watching them walk out the door, reappear on the playground outside the window, and finally disappear into the staircase of the administration building.

 

“Grab the yams!”

I don’t know who in the senior class shouted, and the quiet cafeteria suddenly exploded, and a group of senior students rushed to the row of iron buckets in front.

 

The students in the kindergarten were huddled together, and several hands reached for the boiled yams in the bucket, and the students on duty pushed and hit them, shouting and scolding hoarsely, but to no avail.

 

Wang Zhusheng’s brother was also on duty, but now he is also robbing, using his elbow to knock away the people around him, and constantly stuffing the yams into his arms and pockets.

 

The children who grew up in the welfare home are all little wolves, and it is their instinct to grab food and protect it. The young class student was stunned for a few seconds, and then rushed forward desperately.

 

Shen Qianqian ran forward, but he was originally at the back of the team, and even if he did, he was on the periphery of the crowd, and he couldn’t get close to the iron bucket at all.

 

He ran around the crowd in a hurry, jumped up to look inside, and finally found a gap. As he had just got his head into it, he was pushed out again, and his hat fell to the ground.

 

Next to Shen Qianqian was Liu Sijin’s sister, the bald girl. She was tall, had long hands, and was killing with two thick eyebrows. Grabbing the collar or hair of the person in front of her, she dragged it back, and directly fought her way out of a passage and rushed to the front of the iron bucket.

 

As soon as Shen Qianqian got his hat, he saw a yam through the gap in the crowd, lying between those crowded feet, half deflated by someone.

 

He was overjoyed, and immediately got down and crawled in between the legs of others. But he doesn’t know whose knee hit him in the nose. The pain made his eyes glaze and tears welled up.

 

Shen Qianqian couldn’t control his nose and only squinted his eyes to catch the yam. But as soon as he put his hand on it, one foot fell, and he stepped on his finger, and trampled the sweet potato to shreds.

 

Shen Qianqian withdrew his hand, and quickly crawled out backwards. His nose hurts, his fingers hurt, and he hasn’t gotten any yam yet, so he cries and walks to the window, shaking his aching fingers.

 

The potatoes in the iron bucket were quickly emptied, and the senior students dispersed, and the junior students rushed forward and looked at the empty iron bucket with disappointment. Some of the children silently went to the side to get a bowl of soup, while others whimpered and cried.

 

Shen Qianqian finally get through the initial pain, cocked his fingers and put on his cotton hat, only to find that Wang Zhusheng and his brother were sitting at the table next to him.

 

Wang Zhusheng took a sweet potato in his left hand, and his mouth was full, but his brother peeled another one and put it in his right hand.

 

Shen Qianqian very afraid of Wang Zhusheng’s brother, and immediately sobbed and moved to the side, standing farther away from them. But he couldn’t help but look at the two of them, secretly, one after another, and was discovered by Wang Zhusheng.

 

Wang Zhusheng’s eyes fell on Shen Qianqian’s face, and he suddenly reached out to pull the person next to him: “Brother, look, the bed bug is dying, and the bed bug’s nose is bleeding.”

 

Shen Qianqian saw Wang Zhusheng and his brother raise his head, and he was so frightened that he immediately turned around. He raised his hand and wiped his nose, and sure enough, it was red as he looked down.

 

“Hurry up and eat! Leave the others alone, management is coming back.” Wang Zhusheng’s brother said.

 

Shen Qianqian never had a nosebleed, so he didn’t know what to do for a while. Although he was afraid of the senior students, it was natural for him to seek help from the elders at this time, and he went to see the older children in fear. But the students in the kindergarten are also worried that the management will come back now, and they will only gobble up the yams, and no one will have time to deal with him.

 

“Shen Qianqian’s nose is bleeding.”

“Why is Shen Qianqian bleeding?”

 

Several small class students gathered around to ask, and Wang Zhusheng replied loudly next to him: “He’s going to die.”

 

Shen Qianqian was frightened and didn’t dare to move. He only lowered his eyes to see his nose dripping blood, Lin Duozhi came over with a bowl of soup, and was also startled: “What’s wrong with you?”

 

“Wang Zhusheng’s brother said, I’m probably going to die.” Shen Qianqian answered with a crying voice.

 

“Ahh. You’re going to die? Lin Duozhi was shocked.

 

Before Shen Qianqian could answer, the cafeteria was suddenly knocked open, and several managers walked in angrily. They held the ring ruler in their hands, and without saying a word, they slammed the big class students.

 

The sound of the ring ruler falling on the cotton clothes was muffled but loud, the thin cotton clothes could not stop the pain, and the senior class students who were hit let out a cry of pain, and those who had not been beaten quickly stuffed the yams into their mouths as they choke and roll their eyes.

 

“Put all the potatoes in your hands back immediately!” 

 

Some of the kindergarten students hurriedly put the potatoes back in the iron bucket, while some hurried to continue eating until they were pulled by the back collar and pulled several times by the management, and then limped forward.

 

The students in the small class were all silent, and they didn’t dare to come out. Shen Qianqian very much want to ask the management for help, but now he didn’t dare to make a sound. He just stood against the window, looking at the management with tears on his face.

 

A manager passed by and looked at him twice: “What’s wrong with you?”

Shen Qianqian’s lips trembled: “I’m going to die.”

“You won’t die.” The manager took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket, pinched two paper balls and handed them over: “Plug your nostrils.”

 

Shen Qianqian hurriedly took the paper ball, and stuffed it into his nostrils as the management said. Lin Duozhi tilted his head to look at him and comforted: “It’s okay, the management said that you won’t die.”

 

Shen Qianqian was finally relieved, and he was in the mood to see other people. He saw Wang Zhusheng’s brother holding the yamba and not letting go, and was knocked on the back of his hand by the management with a ruler. He rubbed his hand on his leg with his teeth bared in pain, and Shen Qianqian’s heart suddenly burst into joy. He almost laughed.