Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

When Zhang Yu went to the backyard to call Xu Damao, Xu Damao was still not up.

His father, Xu Fugui, opened the door.

"Oh, it's Zhuzi. Damao isn't up yet. Please come in and sit for a while."

"Okay, Uncle Xu. I'll wait a moment."

Xu Fugui was in his thirties, with a kind face and a reassuring appearance.

But Zhang Yu knew that this guy was no pushover.

Xu Fugui works for Lou Bancheng. In the old society, how many big capitalists had clean hands?

The boss cares about his reputation and image, and he can't do without his subordinates' hard work.

Xu Damao's mother worked as a maid in the Lou family.

Later, Xu Damao was able to get into trouble because of this connection.

Xu Damao also has a younger sister, Xu Xiaoling, who is about the same age as Yushui.

Soon, under the threat of his father's belt, Xu Damao quickly got up and washed up.

The two left Nanluoguxiang and headed towards Qianyuanensi Hutong.

Along the way, there were soy sauce shops, tailor shops, and breakfast stalls selling douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), steamed buns, and fried dough rolls.

"Pah, even dogs wouldn't drink soy milk."

Zhang Yu cursed inwardly.

In my past life, I was tricked by a friend and drank a sip of it.

The taste was simply amazing.

It's said that they're all sold to stubborn people from other places.

The stone-paved road is lined with shops, as well as empty houses left behind when the family moved out.

Zhang Yu lamented that he had arrived a little late.

If it had been earlier, we would have at least killed those Japanese devils.

"Da Mao, did your father take you to the Lou family's house?"

Xu Damao was taken aback.

"The Lou family, you mean the Lou mansion?"

"Yes. How about it?"

"I've been there, it's so beautiful. A five-story building, magnificent and luxurious, with extravagant food, clothing and daily necessities. I feel like even their toilets are nicer than my house."

"Silly Zhu, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Nothing much, just curious about the life of a capitalist. By the way, does he have a daughter?"

"Hmm, her name is Lou Xiao'e. She's two years younger than me, and she acts like a little princess all the time."

"Silly Zhu, do you want to be a live-in son-in-law?"

"Get lost. I was just asking," Zhang Yu said with a laugh.

At this time, Xu Damao was only thinking about having fun.

He had absolutely no intention of becoming the son-in-law of the Lou family.

After all, the difference in their social status is too great.

About twenty minutes later, the two arrived at a traditional Chinese courtyard with blue bricks and gray tiles in Qianyuanensi Hutong.

Looking up, you can see the plaque that reads "Former Yuanen Temple Elementary School".

The school gate is a large red-painted gate.

On the wall next to it is a portrait of Sun Yat-sen and the slogan "Propriety, Righteousness, Integrity, and Shame".

The Blue Sky with a White Sun flag was raised early in the morning.

Zhang Yu stood in the fourth-grade line, listening to the principal speak.

The principal's name is Li Shouren, and he is around fifty years old.

He was tall and thin, wearing a long blue robe and round-framed glasses.

He was said to be a scholar from the late Qing Dynasty who devoted himself to education after the establishment of the Republic of China. His eldest son died in the Battle of Shanghai.

"...Students, never forget our national humiliation, and strive to revitalize China."

He often ends his speeches with this sentence.

Then everyone sang "The Three Principles of the People" together.

After they finished singing, they scattered and returned to their respective classrooms.

Zhang Yu grew up under the red flag in his previous life. Although he had seen Sha Zhu's memories, he had not experienced them himself, so he found everything about this era very strange.

The classroom also had a portrait of Sun Yat-sen and square red paper with the words "propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame" hanging on it.

However, the red paper has faded.

The blackboard was a wooden board that had been painted black.

The table is a long wooden table, shared by two people.

Zhang Yu's deskmate was a petite girl with braided pigtails named Chen Xiaomei.

She is usually very quiet and is the daughter of a pharmacy owner.

Xu Damao sat in the back row.

My deskmate's name is Zhang Fugui.

He was "rich and noble" just like Xu Damao's father.

He was the son of a wealthy businessman.

He had a big head and a round face, and was chubby. He was wearing a woolen coat.

He had a tin pencil case and "American chocolate" that his father brought back.

He often showed off in front of his classmates.

The original owner of the body, Sha Zhu, was very aloof and disdainful of this, often rolling his eyes at him.

Soon after.

A female teacher of medium build, with short hair reaching her ears, and around thirty years old, walked onto the podium.

Wearing a blue cheongsam made of indigo.

According to Sha Zhu's memory, Zhang Yu learned that her name was Wang Xiulan, and she was a strict fourth-grade Chinese teacher.

But he would also secretly give dried sweet potatoes to students from poor families.

Because of the war, she dropped out of Yenching University and later taught at the former Yuanen Temple Elementary School.

It is said that her husband worked for the Nationalist government in Chongqing.

The original owner of this body was a silly boy who wasn't good at studying and was quite afraid of her.