garbage bags. A small bed served as the sleeping space for the two generations. There wasn't much in the way of learning materials, no desks or chairs. What they ate was a half-barrel of white porrid...Zheng Yi's doubts were dispelled, and she sighed in her heart. It seemed that today's education was indeed avant-garde. It could even develop scientific stress relief plans based on one's most private parts. When she was in school, she would never have dared to mention such things. [.Super many good-looking novels]s back then left a grudge in Xia Guanghe's heart to this day. As the old man's descendant, he will finish what the old man didn't do!"Huh" Xia Guanghe narrowed his eyes in disbelief, staring at Ye Fan...