Zhang Fusheng and the others were quite lucky; it didn't snow until they finished unloading the vehicle, though the sky looked ominously heavy. It seemed like a big snow was coming.
Zhao Qingxiang held the money, and they hurried onto the vehicle since there was still half a day's journey left to reach home.
By the time they got home, large snowflakes were already drifting down.
The family relaxed as soon as they saw them returning home.
Zhao Qingxiang and his wife went to stay at Zhou Xiaobing's house, where there was still accommodation available.
During dinner, "Qingxiang, don't worry, the school arrangements are all set. When the semester starts and they come for the exams, if they pass, they can directly enter the third grade; otherwise, they'll only qualify for the second grade."
"Alright. Thank you, Uncle Zhou. The two children are very diligent; each year during the downtime they study. I, as a father, lack capability, but I hope the children will succeed."
