Qin Liang had three children, the eldest Qin Jianjun, the second Qin Lihua, and the youngest son Qin Jianshe was also 15.
In the year Qin Jianjun was due to enter his final year of high school, Qin Lihua got admitted to high school, and Qin Jianshe to junior high.
Educational expenses for children were a significant outlay those days.
Even the nine years of compulsory education weren't free, with three kids in school, especially in junior high and high school, tuition and textbook fees could consume an entire rural family's income.
Smashing pots to sell iron for education wasn't just an idle expression.
Feeling nostalgic, Qin Han sighed at the memory of days gone by and marveled at the good days they were living now, days he never even dreamt were possible.
While they were talking, Sun Bingnan came in from outside.
