It was raining outside, and after a while, the rain began to slow down gently. The sky was as heavy as lead, and the two fools' sheds began to leak, and I helped to quickly lay plastic sheeting on it, and I was also soaking wet when I was done. The second fool is not as stupid as people think. It's just that the reflection is a little slower than that of ordinary people. It means that person two is stupid in itself, such as reflecting a person who is different from ordinary people, and calling it two hundred and five.

It's just that the second fool died strangely, and a person in his thirties is not a child, so how can he say that he pierced the water tank? He must have seen something in the water tank, but the parents of the second fool were not in front of him, they were both in the house. I didn't care when I heard him talking to himself outside, and when I felt that the voice was wrong, someone came out to see that the two fools had their feet facing the sky, and their heads were dead in the water. Only then was there a panic, and he hurried to recruit people. Usually these two fools don't go to work in the fields, but there is a fried fritters in the street in the morning, and he will help if he has nothing to do.

The fried fritters got up early in the morning, and their family has been doing this business since the elders, but the poor economic conditions in the past few years and the fact that they are not allowed to do small business, so they have stopped for many years. Since the policy was relaxed, under the guidance of the old man in their family, this stall has been picked up again. In fact, it is not easy to do that line of work, get up at three or four o'clock in the morning and light a fire. Then I pushed my bicycle to the village, knocked on the small gong and went along the street to yo ho, exchanging wheat for sticks. When the village can't sell out, you have to go to the neighbors until it is sold out.

The perennial smoke and fire are burning, and their family members who smoke with oil have lung disease. Ann now people say that it should be called an occupational disease. Their family members are all from selling and buying, so they are very shrewd, and they are all loud in their abacus, and they rarely suffer losses. In those years, eating fried dough sticks was still a luxury, and generally there was only something at home in the household, or the wheat was harvested in the autumn, and the body felt very tired before going to buy some steamed buns to eat, and the people in the village thought that they would not live.

The second fool usually doesn't work, his profession is playing. As he gets older, he does something he likes to do. The brain is not a problem, but he is young and strong, and he is very energetic, and he sleeps early at night, and he can't sleep early in the morning. Wandering around the fried chiaster every day, the people who generally come to buy the choops are also the more wealthy people in the family, or those women who are lazy and hungry.

When the idle man saw that the second fool was fine here, he teased him, told him a daughter-in-law, or went to run errands to buy a pack of cigarettes, and by the way, he left three or five cents to buy some candy, he felt very beautiful in his heart. Feel that you still have a value or reason to live.

When the people who fried the bills saw that he came every day, they wanted to hire this cheap hired man, who got up every morning to light the fire, help make the fried sticks, and take care of the meal but had no wages. The salary is to buy clothes during the Chinese New Year. These two fools were quite willing to do it when they heard it, and they were all over the street after eight o'clock every morning. It's just that the father and mother of the second fool feel that they are too wronged by the child, and the fried man said: "It's good that your children can be honest for a few hours every day, we are fellow villagers." It's also for your sake. ”

"We take care of the children for your family, I'm afraid no one will use your children, he does more and less we care about his meals, and at the end of the year, we can buy him something." ”

Listening to what the people who fried the bills said, the parents of the second fool also felt that there was some truth and didn't let him do it, but he didn't do anything else at home, and no one used it. Let him go!

In this way, the fried bills left two fools, and the two fools thought it was fun to eat them here. Don't you know that this family is not so easy to serve, and every day asks the two fools to come to the point, saying that there are three coins to eat every day, which is not enough to eat pickles and steamed porridge. If you come late, you will deduct a penalty, and if you don't work hard, you won't be diligent and deduct a penalty. From that day on, I didn't stop doing it, and the two fools didn't eat a meal of three coins.

The two fools of the Tianzhi are not idle, they don't have to rest at all, and the two fools don't want to do it. The second fool didn't open his mouth before he came back, so he gave his father and mother a stinky training, so he had to go back and do it again. In fact, there is nothing in this book, two fools, it is normal for ordinary people to adjust a little, who makes you half a beat slower than others?

But then things are a bit excessive, one year after the autumn, the weather is getting cooler and fried cabbage at home, and when the bills are sold out, the family is ready to cook and eat, stir-fry some cabbage to make pickles to eat. When they went to the vegetable garden to get cabbage, they found that there was a snake coiled around the root of a vegetable, and no one in their family moved, so they let the two fools get it. The second fool is afraid of what kind of snake, he took it over, played in his hand for a long time, stroked it from top to bottom, and stroked it from bottom to top, and after blowing up the bill, he played idle for a morning, and finally died and threw it.

Since then, the second fool has felt itchy all over his body, and scratched the white flakes of his skin like snowflakes with his hands, and the more he scratched, the more he itched, the more he scratched. Sometimes I scratched out the blood, and I felt that it was unbearable. After a long time, everyone can see that the fried bills are afraid that they will affect their business. Hurry up and get rid of the two fools, don't dare to use the two fools anymore.

The second fool got this strange disease, and the whole family was in distress, and it was not good to see it there, and any old Chinese medicine doctor knew that he could not see ringworm when he saw sores, this kind of fish-like skin disease, and shook his head. Fortunately, the second half immortal gave some medicine, and the disease did not spread.

The rain didn't stop, I felt a little cold, and I didn't have a change of clothes, so I found a plastic sheet and went home. When I got home, I changed my clothes and went to bed to cover the quilt to warm up. I fell asleep unconsciously, I was woken up by my mother when I yelled Xiaolian's name in my dream, I woke up sweating, my mother sat on the bed and shouted to me, "Wake up, Yong." You're having nightmares, aren't you? You're screaming in your dreams, you're scared, aren't you?"

I sat up and said, "No, it's okay, the dream is in my heart, it's nothing!"

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It has been cloudy every day for the past two days, and I heard that Xiangyi is not easy to walk because of the rain, and the car is afraid of breaking down and sinking into the mud, and there is no soil, and I heard that when the excavator digs the grave, it actually digs a coffin, and I am afraid that there will be descendants to find it, so I will not move for the time being.

In the past two days, I have been working in the factory in Zhijie Lane, basically entering the regular stage, and recruiting a group of workers. Both men and women, it seems that Zhijie does have a set of management. Finally there was no mistake.

This morning, Danian called someone to call me, saying that he was going to his house today. I slapped my head and I almost forgot. Today's big year is married, and that day big year said, why is your memory so bad?

I got up suddenly, put on my shirt and pants, and went straight to Danian's house. I came to Da Nian's house, and the relatives and friends of Da Nian's family have arrived, including the old man Qingxuan, the old man Qingxuan's family is an old relative, it seems that the old man Qingxuan and Da Nian's grandfather are godbrothers, or there is some kind of bending parent, anyway, the two families are quite close.

Seeing that the weather was still early, I approached the old man Qingxuan and said some old things about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds. By the way, I asked who was the gentleman who ran a private school in the temple behind the village and taught the private school? The old man Qingxuan took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It seems that you kid is really a 'bag inquiry', and there is nothing you can't ask." That is the ancestor of Jingxian's family, and it is also a shame for educated people to talk about it. Purely Sven scum, the teacher is commonly known as Mr. or Mr. Private School. The main people who served as the private school were Xiucai who failed in the imperial examination, followed by Tongsheng (Confucian Tong) who did not succeed in Xiucai. ”

"There are two main types of teaching modes for Mr. Private School: one is to open a private school by himself, and the other is to be invited to teach. The private school run by the tutor himself is known as the "gate hall" or "family school", that is, the tutor recruits nearby students in his own home, or by borrowing an ancestral hall or temple, or renting another person's house to set up a museum. There are three types of private schools that invite teachers to teach: one is 'sitting in the hall' and 'teaching hall', that is, the rich and noble families hire teachers to set up a library at home alone. The second is 'village school' and 'clan school'. The third is 'social studies', 'sirjutsu' or 'shitology'. ”

When I said this, the old man Qingxuan, I understood the true meaning of private schools in ancient times, and I knew how to behave with my ancestors. The private school of the ancestors of Jingxian was made by themselves in this deserted and dilapidated temple. Starting from the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Family Poems", and "Kindergarten Story Qionglin", and then reading the "Book of Songs", "Four Books", and "Zuo Chuan", I basically read a rough overview of Chinese classical culture. Then there are the "Book of Books" and "I Ching".

But this ancestor was not a good citizen. At that time, the people in the village were mostly illiterate, and there were very few people who could read and write, especially the women who were reading. There is a woman and man in the village who have been selling and buying skins for many years, and they have sheepskins, dog skins, and donkey skins, and after collecting and processing, they go to the Tianyi Hutong to pound them, and sometimes the places where the skins are collected run quite far, such as Yili in Xinjiang, Ordos in Mongolia, Hulunbuir, etc., and they go for more than two months. So the woman was fine, so she asked the ancestor to write a letter to her husband and let him take it.

Just like this, the two hooked up. Since then, the two have been out of control.

He once attended a class in a ruined temple, and he found that several children from poor families fell asleep in class, and he couldn't help but get angry. He took the ring ruler in his hand and beat them one by one. Several children were beaten with cracked teeth and tears in their eyes. He angrily rebuked the children and said, "You bear children of the turtle family, your family will not be able to produce anyone who can do it in eight lifetimes! Look at the people, see what they are doing?" As a result, the rich child did not fight for him, and was also sleeping.

The ancestors of Jingxian were so faceless all of a sudden, but they still said strongly: "Look at yourself, you are sleepy when you come every day and take a book." Look at a few children from a few rich families!"

One of the poor children had the audacity to mutter, "Aren't they sleeping too, just like us?"

He was in a hurry and said, "Fart! That can be the same? You poor boys are sleepy when they hold books, and people are sleeping with books!"