Chapter Seventy-Five: You have to add
ps: Early in the morning, Jiagen came!! for those few cups of hot coffee, the first big protector, and the book friends who pushed us to the first place with the tickets in their hands, we must get up early and go to bed late!!
"Are you familiar with him?"
"I'm not familiar, I just know him, he doesn't know me, he is a flag man, he has lived in the mansion since he was a child, and although it was dilapidated, but the donkey does not fall down, we are small households, and we can't play together. For example, when your grandfather was a baby, this gourd, when he got to someone's place, he probably didn't even take it, which was too chilling. Grandpa's answer disappointed Hong Tao, it turned out that he still didn't know him after saying it for a long time.
"Then I'll get the cricket jar. Hong Tao saw that he had no gain, so he took the corner of the city brick back to his uncle's house, picked up a steel file and began to rub it on the city bricks, and then followed it with a newspaper below.
Since Hong Tao began to raise crickets, grandma's kitchen utensils at home are unlucky, the next day at noon Hong Tao finished eating, he turned out his grandmother's garlic hammer, put his frustrated city brick face in the garlic pot, a hammer, and strive to be finer and more powdery. After school in the afternoon, he went to the subway construction site on the Second Ring Road, found a bag of pure loess and a bag of slaked lime, and continued to grind it in a garlic pot until dinner.
On this day, I happened to eat dumplings, and my aunt was responsible for smashing the garlic juice, and my aunt didn't know that the garlic pot was used by Hong Tao, so she picked it up and used it. As a result, when eating, a table of people ate a lime smell, some suspected that the vinegar was broken, some suspected that there was a problem with sesame oil, only Hong Tao knew, it was a garlic jar that was not brushed clean, but he could only steal the fun, he couldn't say, this thing was too angry.
Tossed for several days, he finally according to the method taught by the second master, smashed the bottom of the 5 cricket jars, and sure enough, as the second master said, the soil layer on the bottom, even if the jar is buckled, it will not take off the slag with the hand, as if it is plastered with cement, flat and strong.
But this is not the end, the jar that smashed the bottom can not be used, and it has to be raised with tea, so Hong Tao's grandfather's tea began to be unlucky again, every day Hong Tao will make a pot of tea in the kettle before going to school, and then bring a cricket jar in the schoolbag, and take it to the school together, other students listen to the class, he uses a brush dipped in tea to wipe the Sanhe soil. Now he found a kind of entertainment, and he didn't sleep in class for 2 weeks in a row, but tinkered with his cricket jar under his desk.
While raising cricket jars, he was not idle, carrying pliers, lead wire, and copper wire from the scrapyard in his school bag, in addition to books. After brushing the Sanhe soil, he began to weave cricket covers, he is more good at this thing, and he has also made a lot of cricket covers in his previous life, and there are all kinds of things.
In addition to doing handicrafts, Hong Tao went to several commission stores to find out if there were any cricket cans for sale. He also wants to make a table for himself, since he wants to play, then play professionally, but unfortunately, he didn't meet it several times, as for the second master, he didn't see it, it's not that he's not there, but it's unfortunate that he has helped others work a few times.
Since he was transferred to Class 5, Hong Tao seems to have disappeared in school, and he doesn't go much to rob the table tennis case during recess, and now Dajiang's courage is not as small as it used to be, at least he dares to fight for his basic interests, plus his table tennis skills are increasing day by day, he can play without Hong Tao helping him rob the case. The teachers also seem to have forgotten about Hong Tao, a strange student, except for when he is in physical education, music, and art classes, the teacher will also pop up this name, and he can hardly feel his presence in the class.
The vicinity of Hong Tao's seat has become a forbidden area for the students, and no one will play near the corner at the back of the class, even if they are chasing and fighting, everyone will deliberately avoid this corner. Because there is always a big classmate sitting or lying on his stomach, who provokes him, he will be beaten inexplicably at the end of class, everyone knows that the beaters are students in his uncle's grade, but they can't catch him.
Originally, the seats in the class would be rotated once a week, and each column of students would move to the right in order from left to right, but Hong Tao himself did not move at all, and kept guarding the corner of the left rear of the classroom. It is close to the window, which allows him to look out from afar during class, and also relies on the radiator, which can provide enough heat in the winter and cool and comfortable in the summer. The head teacher doesn't care about him, just sit there if you like to sit there, it's best to sit in the corridor, the teacher is happy, out of sight and out of mind.
At the end of the term, the name Hong Tao resurfaced in front of all the first-grade teachers in the primary school, whether you want to see it or not, this name is still firmly on the honor roll in the corridor, and it is also the top row, all 6 courses in addition to 1oo points are excellent, physical education teachers and art teachers are more ruthless, they feel that excellent is not enough to express his recognition of Hong Tao, so they added a red plus sign after the word You.
was firmly pressed by Hong Tao under her body, it was Jin Yue, and all her subjects were 1oo points or excellent, and the reason why she couldn't tie for the first place with Hong Tao was that the difference was on the two plus signs. Jin Yue once asked Hong Tao how to get the teacher to write a red plus sign on the back of her You, Hong Tao pondered for a long time, but didn't come up with a suitable answer, so he could only tell the little girl, die of this heart!
The happiest person is Hong Tao's father, his son's appearance in the school fully proves the correctness of his last big trouble with the principal's office, as for those teachers who don't like Hong Tao, he ignores them all, and can only say that they are short-sighted. So at the parent-teacher meeting, Hong Tao's father gave another lesson to the parents and teachers present, focusing on the education of children.
"Xiao Tao, this summer Dad will take you to Beidaihe, look at the sea, you haven't seen the sea yet, right?" On the way home, the father may feel that just giving a lesson to others is not enough to express his feelings, and throws out another big reward to reward his son for fighting for himself.
"Dad, I won't go this year, I'll go next year, my aunt's tailor shop may be about to open, how can I, who is a master, not be there. Hong Tao knew that his father did not fool him, in his previous life, his father took him to Beidaihe when he was in elementary school, but it was not his father and him, but several cars of people, which were the benefits organized by his father's unit, and he went every year.
"Oh, that's done. Your aunt was also delayed, originally her studies were still good, but unfortunately after such a toss, it was all wasted. You can't learn from your aunt and your uncle, if you don't study hard, you will only be self-employed in the future!" Hong Tao's father didn't have a good impression of Hong Tao's aunt and uncle, mainly because he was afraid that they would bring his son badly, so when he talked about them, he immediately became vigilant, and this cost is enough.
"Do you think there is no way out for self-employed? Maybe in a few years self-employed people will earn more than you, a university teacher?" Although Hong Tao knew that it was pointless to discuss this topic with his father, he still couldn't help but say something.
"What's the use of earning more? You will know when you grow up that without knowledge, no matter how much money you have, you will be looked down upon. Your ideological signs are very wrong, let me tell you......" Sure enough, as soon as the father heard Hong Tao's words, he immediately entered the class mode, intending to dig deep into his son's ideological roots and strangle his son's ideological sprouts in the cradle in time.
"Stop! I don't have this sign, I'm just discussing this academic issue with you, it has nothing to do with me, it's done, you go home, I should go buy yellow sauce for my grandmother's house, and eat fried noodles at noon today." Hong Tao didn't give his father a chance to teach at all, once he let his father involve himself in class mode, he would never finish, at least an hour and a half non-stop, which was just the time of a big class.
"Hey, I haven't finished it yet...... Don't go home too late!" my father was just about to start speaking, when suddenly the student was gone, and the words in my stomach were very uncomfortable.
Summer vacation is a day that every student has been looking forward to for a long time, and Hong Tao is no exception, but what makes him a little depressed is that his father is also a teacher, he also has summer vacation, and insists on taking out one to two hours every morning to give a lecture to his son. Hong Tao is not in the mood to make up nonsense to deceive his father now, because he would rather let his father think that he is a freak than listen to junior high school math all day.
So Hong Tao got 2 books from his father, one called calculus and one called analytic geometry, and then every morning after exercising, taking a bath, and eating breakfast, he and his father were rippling in the ocean of advanced mathematics together, and just gave Hong Tao back to the furnace again, in his last life, in addition to English, he was the most advanced mathematics, because this kind of learning needs to be gradual, he didn't learn solid in high school, and he couldn't keep up with it in college.
The morning time was occupied by more than half of the time, after lunch, Jin Yue came to occupy his afternoon time again, she didn't do her homework at home, she had to set up a study group, play a gang of one, a pair of red bridges, not only she wanted to come, but also pulled Zhang Dajiang over, a gang of one, it was herself, the one behind was Zhang Dajiang, but whether it could be a pair of red, Hong Tao was very skeptical.
Suspicion is suspicion, Hong Tao can't say that he won't let the two of them come, although he never writes homework, including summer vacation homework, but the two of them still have to write, and they can't dampen the enthusiasm of children. But Hong Tao was unwilling to let the two of them occupy more than half of his afternoon, so he came up with an idea, which was to let Jin Yue and Zhang Dajiang sit together in his bamboo stroller, and then he pushed them to the street together.
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