Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 172 - 9: New Home

Chapter 172: Chapter 9: New Home

Thank you Ri Yan and Dong E Luoziwan for the pink, thirteen of them, thirteen...thirteen, what an evil number.

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The outcome of the incident was quite unexpected. Once Xiao Xian saw that the girl with glasses was the driver, Zhuo Feng quickly caught on and started shouting about making a big scene, taking it to the media, even threatening to report it to the girl’s school.

The previously confident middle-aged lady sobered up a bit upon hearing the threat of media involvement. Once she cleared her head, she remembered what had happened and glared at her daughter in reproach.

The girl with glasses kept silent, but upon hearing the threat of reporting it to her school, she lowered her head, skillfully concealing the sharp glint that flashed across her eyes.

"Oh, so mommy is drunk and acting crazy, and daughter is underage driving; if the beam is rotten, the column must be crooked," Zhuo Feng said mockingly. These parents are just too irresponsible. Don’t they consider the property and safety of the good citizens?

In the end, the middle-aged lady, face green, stubbornly refused to apologize and took out two thousand yuan as compensation. Zhuo Feng didn’t mind. How much is a "sorry" worth? Once the money was in hand, fixing the dented rear of the Alto was the real concern.

"Xiao Xian, you’re quite clever; I hadn’t even realized it was that young girl driving," said Zhuo Feng as another dented Alto joined the traffic on the Outer Third Ring Road in Beijing.

"And what’s there to talk about? She carries the blood of the Zhuo Family. Not like you, getting hit and not even knowing who was driving," Zhuo Feng settled into the passenger seat, munching on a burger, not missing the chance to throw in a few more jibes.

"Heh, I’ve never been in an accident before. Seeing that situation, I was too shocked to notice who was in the driver’s seat. I’ll know better next time," Feng Xing said sheepishly. As soon as he said it, he realized his mistake. Zhuo Feng, who had just been joyous with the two thousand yuan in her bag, couldn’t help but groan inwardly. How had she, so clever, ended up marrying such a man?

To save herself from being infuriated to the point of vomiting blood, Zhuo Feng asked Xiao Xian how she had noticed that the girl with glasses was the driver. In the argument, the middle-aged lady was definitely the center of attention; an ordinary person wouldn’t notice a seemingly nerdy little girl.

"Two suspicious points: one is their positions. The young girl was standing on the left near the car door, and the middle-aged woman stood on the right. When Uncle got out of the car after the accident, he also stood on the left. Plus, while you were arguing, the girl with glasses kept giving you very guilty looks several times, so I suspected it was the young girl who drove," Xiao Xian didn’t reveal everything. It was her first time meeting her uncle and she wanted to leave a good impression. When she was nine in the autumn, she saw a tractor in front of the village and climbed on it too, feeling that every child probably has the impulse to try out the machines that move and run.

"Now that you mention it, Xiao Xian, you’re right. Fengzi, your niece is quite the analyst, not at all like a primary schooler," Fengzi was Feng Xing’s term of endearment for Zhuo Feng. Ignoring her stature, just from her way of speaking, Feng Xing would never have guessed Xiao Xian was still in primary school.

"Speaking of which, let’s invite Ah Liang and his wife to dinner tomorrow. I need a favor. Xiao Xian’s academic performance is quite good; I want to find a secondary school for her, so she doesn’t waste time on primary school work," Zhuo Feng had heard Xiao Xian talk about attending secondary school and harbored some doubts, but after seeing Xiao Xian’s performance tonight, also felt it’d be a waste to leave her in a group of primary students.

"Secondary school? Won’t it be too difficult? Besides, there aren’t any good middle schools near us. Why not start with the fifth grade, then carefully choose a school when it’s time for middle school admission?" Feng Xing believed Beijing’s educational environment couldn’t be compared to an ordinary small mountain village. Plus, Zhuo Feng had said Xiao Xian had never attended a proper school, having only been taught by a Monk and her grandfather. This foundation had to be solid for the child.

"How can there be none? Have you forgotten about Sacred Heart Middle School?" Zhuo Feng had seen Xiao Xian listen to English news and managed to explain the gist of it clearly. What’s with the schools in Beijing? Don’t the teachers also have one nose and two eyes? They don’t discriminate against outsiders like that. Zhuo Feng remembered how during her senior year, she applied to various companies and was rejected because she didn’t have a Beijing residency. Even she, from a small-town educational background, managed to pass the civil service exam, although she eventually resigned from that enviable job.