The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high.

Guan Youshou defeated evil with a rock sugar gourd.

"Daddy, next time you bully me, I'll let my mother pinch you. ”

Bad learning.

His little padded jacket is really bad!

"Hey, don't you say that Dad doesn't feel pain yet. Guan Youshou frowned, and slowly lifted the corner of his right shirt, "I guess it's swollen." ”

Guan Ping'an was so frightened that he hurriedly rushed to his right side, and kept shouting, "What's the matter? It hurts to twist it, or does it hurt to twitch and twitch?

Guan Youshou picked up his daughter with one hand and laughed out loud.

"Daddy, you're cheating~"

"Son, tell your sister what it's called?"

Guan Tianyou, who was giggling happily, blurted out, "The bitter meat plan is to kill people with a knife." ”

Guan Youshou: "......"

Now it was Guan Ping'an's turn to laugh loudly.

There is also one trick in the thirty-six plan for the upper plan.

The brother and sister forcibly twisted this meaning.

Even if it was freezing outside, the brothers and sisters who were so idle that they waited for dark, accompanied them Lao Tzu, and ceremoniously escorted Ye Xiuhe to "go on the expedition".

Ma family ancestral hall.

The new classroom, which had just been temporarily erected as a desk, was already full of people, and not only the entire tunli under the age of 40 people were coming one after another.

A bonfire lit in the courtyard is still surrounded by a group of old men chattering in the clouds, and there are many children frolicking in the snow that has been cleared.

And the side room opposite each other is not inferior to the outside.

said that they came to read and write, but they all worked on the big kang in the team yard as usual, especially the old and young girls were still doing needlework in their hands.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuhe glared at her grandfather in annoyance, and she didn't want to bring a needlework basket to take a look...... The big guys have all their stuff with them.

It's a joke, isn't it?!

"Come on, we're here. ”

Ye Xiaofeng's loud voice finally rescued Guan Youshou.

"An An~" Ma Wuya drilled her head out from behind her sisters, waving her little arms and beckoning, "I'm here, come quickly~"

"Sister Wuya, you're here too~"

"And me~" Liang Zhihong also stood up from the side, raised her small voice, the movement was a little loud, she was slapped by her mother, and ran out of her fart.

Guan Youshou patted his daughter's hat with a smile, "Let's go play." ”

As soon as Guan Ping'an ran away, Guan Tianyou had a lot of friends, and before Guan Youshou could turn around, he was dragged away by Ma Zhenzhong.

This pair of brothers exchanged ears, but Guan Youshou avoided Uncle Guan in front of the bonfire in a timely manner, and Guan Youfu Brother who was about to step forward.

Ye Xiuhe was not so lucky.

Ye Xiaofeng and the others were according to the agreement, and they took the first step to grab a good position in the corner of the wall, but they couldn't stop the self-ripe Liu Chunhua.

Fortunately, I haven't had time to say more. Soon, the old accountant shouted that he wanted to go to class, and knocked on the broken barrel a few times from nowhere.

As they guessed, Zhao Chuanyuan's wife, Wang Qiaojuan, stood in front of a blackboard and put her hands on the podium of a large table.

Although her surname is Wang, her mother's family is not from Wangjiazhuang, and she usually does not go to Tunli, but it does not affect everyone's familiarity with her at all.

Miao Cuihua, who is the women's director, came first to explain, "This is your teacher, and I will call Teacher Wang in class in the future." If there is anything that you won't, just ask you Mr. Wang. ”

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, "Come, everyone shouts Teacher Wang." ”

As a result, the old and young ladies at the bottom were happy, shouting that Teacher Wang was good, and they were scolded by Miao Cuihua before they quieted down a little.

But the little daughter-in-law is still a little thin-skinned and can't control the field.

No, Miao Cuihua turned around and left.

Another aunt asked her who would bring the child? Seeing this, Wang Qiaojuan didn't dare to say anything extraneous, so she went straight to the point and taught her words.

And the old and young masters sitting in the row opposite are much more exquisite.

First, children like to follow their mothers when it gets dark, and secondly, some people have a set of nonsense. No, as soon as he stood in front, he wrote a big "horse" on the blackboard.

"Do you know what this is?"

As soon as the buddy asked, Ma Zhenzhong answered.

"Horses!"

"Yes, our little classmates are good, they all know each other, it's not easy. ”

This hum will make everyone laugh.

Guan Youshou raised his hands, "Let's have our first class today, so let's know everyone's names first." Fifteen hundred words, let's start here. ”

Most of the old and young masters present are over thirty years old, and their memory is definitely not as good as that of children, and they are all busy, so he really doesn't expect to learn 1,500 words in a short period of time.

But what to say?

When a monk rings the bell for a day.

Unlike the female comrades opposite, who only has one Wang Qiaojuan who is responsible for lecturing, there are many men in the team who are educated and competent, not to mention the fourth child who graduated from junior high school.

is Zhao Chuanyuan, who is close to his age, Ma Zhenzhong, and the son of the captain of the scrivener, each of them is a cultural person who has really gone to a private school.

The reason why he was recommended on the first day was that Guan Youshou knew it. In the final analysis, between the Ma and Zhao families, he is the lubricant.

There are some of them that represent the meaning of several outsiders.

But no matter who comes to give the lecture after tonight, Guan Youshou still hopes that he will ring the bell for a day, and these people can remember the sound of the wooden fish.

It's no longer just to cope with the team's tasks, but to be able to really write your own name, and even write each other's names as a family.

The world says that literacy is not as good as being able to read people.

But tell me, you don't even know your own name, you go to press a handprint for whatever you do, and you turn around and be sold.

The night was long, and the wind began to whistle with snowflakes, with a whistle, which made everyone shrink their necks and the bonfire party ended.

Gradually, the idle people outside the house also left in groups.

Uncle Guan stood up and stomped on his frozen feet, glanced at his son, who was both familiar and unfamiliar on the podium, and turned around and followed Uncle Liang out of the courtyard.

Once upon a time, such a little man stood in front of him, with his hands behind his back, and said to him with a serious face, "Dad, I want to go to school......

Why did you refuse in the first place?

Maybe it's because of my son's right.

If the child says daddy, I want to go to school, maybe it's another thing.

The villain has the right idea.

It stands to reason that I should be happy to be Lao Tzu, but I really can't like it from the bottom of my heart. The more capable a child is, doesn't it mean how stupid he is?

If he can read people's eyes at the age of three, why will his family be ruined, and if he can arrange a way out for himself at the age of five, why will he become a slave.

I know that I shouldn't blame this son, but why do I get angry again and again? By the way, it was those people who came out with words of praise, and compared with the boss who looked like him, he became more and more afraid.

I'm afraid that this son will follow the roots of the old Liu family, I'm afraid that this son is too much stronger than the boss, and I'm even more afraid that this son will occasionally glance at his eyes.

What kind of eyes are that?

Without the intimacy of the eldest when he saw him, and the awe of the second when he saw him, this son is more like a high master, so careless.

Take a quick look.

Even if my son is very respectful many times.

But he knew that this son looked down on him from the bottom of his bones.

So a little person is like this, is it wrong for him to suppress the child as Lao Tzu?

In fact, at that moment, as long as this son lowered his head slightly and begged him to let him go to school, he would really agree softly.

"Coming back?"

Uncle Guan rubbed his hands that were a little stiff from the cold, "It's really fucking cold, at this time in previous years, the third child had already started to ......."

Aunt Guan paused.

"Don't just fight with him. I just went around and didn't this damn boy have a dog? Why didn't he move at all?"