Of course, there are also a lot of businesses that copycat Lin Mo's creativity, and most of the results are Dong Shi Xiaofeng, and Lin Mo went to check it out in person and put his mind at ease.

A certain merchant, Lin Mo pretended to hang out in the store, and there were many children like this in this era, so no one came to expel him, so he saw a good show.

A worker entered the door, and the salesperson's aunt said politely: "Hello, how can I help you?" ”

"Wrap me the front door." It seems that this old man's income is good, and Daqianmen is now equivalent to the Chinese cigarettes of later generations.

"Okay, wait a minute."

"This is your cigarette, please take it, this is your money back, go slowly!"

If the matter ends here, then the performance of this salesperson is okay, just when Lin Mo is bored, the excitement comes.

"Comrade, give me a new pack, this pack of cigarettes is a bit hard." The customer pinched the package on the outside with his hand, and it felt too hard and he was afraid that it would be difficult to pull it, so he asked for it to be replaced.

People who bought cigarettes for their fathers in the seventies and eighties know that the cigarette production equipment at that time was relatively backward, so the tightness of the tobacco filling was inconsistent, and the cigarettes filled too tightly could not be smoked, so when they went out to buy cigarettes, the adults would instruct: "Pinch it first, and tell him to change it if it is too hard." ”

The aunt's face was a little impatient, but she still gave him a new pack, and the kind words naturally stopped again.

The customer pinched it again and said hesitantly: "See if you can help me change another pack, this pack is also hard." ”

Anger gathered on the salesperson's face, she reluctantly took out a pack of cigarettes, "popped" on the glass counter, but unlucky, probably because it was too slippery, the big front door slipped and fell at the customer's feet.

"What kind of attitude do you have! It's not like telling you to change your pack of cigarettes and lose your temper!" After saying that, the customer leaned over and picked up the cigarette, this time he didn't pinch it, and prepared to go back.

"What's my attitude? You have to pick and choose when you buy a pack of cigarettes, do you think it's in your house? If you can't afford it, don't buy it! ”

"What's wrong with changing packs of cigarettes? I haven't opened it, you come to judge, is there a problem with the attitude of this salesman comrade? ”

Seeing that the customer wanted to win the sympathy of others, the salesperson quit: "Buy your ***, you stinky food also deserve to smoke the front door?" I'll you..." (300 words redacted here)

"Do you have that feature? Nyima ......"

The two sides began to attack each other with words, and as the battle escalated, the salesman used the peerless 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw' that had not yet been transmitted to the mainland at this time, and the customer's face was immediately hit, and he immediately used the Lion King's 'Seven Wounds Fist' to fight back, and for a while, the foul language was the same color, and the claws and fists flew together.

"The Public Security Bureau is here!"

"What's going on? Yes! Fights and brawls, what's going on with you guys? The majestic policeman Shu Huang came, and both sides seemed to have found their relatives, complaining about each other's wrongs.

In the end, the matter naturally ended with both parties apologizing and the store compensating the customer for a pack of big front doors, but the customer's words before going out made Lin Mo happy.

"As soon as I entered the door, I heard this salesperson talking about the same as Shuangmu's, and I thought the attitude was the same! Who knows... Hum! I didn't even learn the fur of other people's Shuangmu, and I still stole the teacher, I'm bah! ”

……

Congjiang City No. 2 Elementary School, inside the office.

"What a lovely kid, how old is that?"

"Hello teacher, my name is Lin Mo, and I am eight years old this year." Lin Mo awkwardly answered the teacher's question, with a white shirt and blue pants, decorating our Lin Mo classmates cutely.

"It's really polite, and I'm sure I'll be a good student in the future."

"Why did you come to study so late? Lin Mo, I don't look stupid! It was Qiu Wenwei, the vice principal of the second elementary school, who was asking Lin Dezhong curiously at this time.

Lin Dezhong was a little nervous, he calmed down and said, "This kid in my family is actually... Actually, I've already finished elementary school, so... See if you can give... Skip a level..."

In eighty-one years, there were only occasional primary school students skipping grades, but there were many repeaters, otherwise Lin Dezhong's weight in the Statistics Bureau would not be so restrained, to put it bluntly, it is a sentence: pity the hearts of parents in the world.

"Oh!" Qiu Wenwei's eyebrows, which were already high enough, rose again, and he couldn't hide his surprise and asked, "Really?" ”

"If you don't believe it, you'll find a topic to do for him." Speaking of Lin Mo's achievements, Lin Dezhong began to relax.

Qiu Wenwei's interest was aroused, and what educators liked most to see was the emergence of geniuses in their schools, so he went to the back cabinet and pulled out a roll.

"This is the fifth grade math paper this year, kids, can you try it?"

The test paper that still smelled of ink was placed in front of Lin Mo, and the test paper was printed a little roughly, but this was the case in this era.

The office was quiet, only the sound of Lin Mo writing on the scroll was heard, Lin Dezhong began to get nervous again, he was afraid that his son would make jokes if he didn't play well.

"Qiu..."A teacher was about to say hello outside, but he left immediately after seeing the solemn atmosphere inside, and he also took the office door with him thoughtfully when he left, which made Qiu Wenwei nod slightly.

Half an hour later, Lin Mo stopped writing, he handed the test paper to Qiu Wenwei with both hands, and then sat down next to Lin Dezhong.

Qiu Wenwei secretly praised: "Downright and generous, there is no restraint after ordinary children see the teacher." Then he began to read the papers.

Due to the lack of teachers, many teachers in this era need to study both arts and sciences, especially primary school teachers, who often have to substitute teach other subjects.

"Hmmm! Good word! ”

Lin Dezhong waited anxiously for the results of the papers, the weather was already a little hot, and he was already sweating on his forehead.

"Phew!" "Good!"

Qiu Wenwei slapped the table hard, startling Lin Dezhong, and he hurriedly got up and leaned over to read the papers.

"Ninety-eight points, this score can go directly to the first middle school, Comrade Lin..."

"It's okay if you call me Xiaolin, I'm younger than you."

"Kobayashi! Your son is really amazing, if you want to go to junior high school, as long as you agree, I will write a letter of recommendation to the Education Bureau immediately. Qiu Wenwei was overjoyed when he saw the talent, so he wanted to recommend Lin Mo to junior high school.

"Principal Qiu, thank you for your kindness, don't want it." Lin Dezhong's father and son discussed this issue at home, and finally decided to let Lin Mo go directly to the second grade, it is not a good thing to be too radical, in Lin Mo's words, it is 'easy to pull eggs when the steps are big', of course, as soon as these words came out, Lin Mo tasted the long-lost 'Five Finger Mountain'.

"This child's learning is okay, but the social experience is all blank, so we still want him to accumulate some experience step by step. Do you think second grade is okay? ”

"The problem is that many of my second-year classmates are only eight years old! Isn't that a waste of his talents? ”

Children in the seventies and eighties generally read early, and many of them were already in the first grade at the age of six, so Qiu Wenwei would say that it was a waste of Lin Mo's talent.

At this time, Lin Mo, who had been pretending to be a good child on the side, said: "Teacher, then see if I can only take half a day of classes, and then go home and study by myself." Saying that, Lin Mo looked at Lin Dezhong with reverence and said, "My father used his own set of methods to teach me at home, and I feel that the effect is better. ”

In fact, Lin Mo's words are offensive words, you said in front of a teacher and vice principal that your father's private education is better, doesn't this imply that the teaching level of our school is not good! But Lin Mo's obedient appearance made Qiu Wenwei's heart knot dissipate as soon as he started.

Lin Dezhong pretended to beat Lin Mo, but was stopped by Qiu Wenwei, after he pressed Lin Dezhong on the chair, he walked in front of Lin Mo, stroked the top of Lin Mo's head with his hand and asked, "Lin Mo, do you think that the teachers are not as good as your father?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lin Dezhong killed the chicken and wiped his neck in the back to warn Lin Mo not to talk nonsense, Lin Mo pretended not to see his father's movements, he pretended to be naïve and replied: "Teacher, this sour soup and tofu - one thing drops one thing!" I'm not saying that the teacher didn't teach well, it's just that my dad's way might be more suitable for me. ”

"Hahaha!" Qiu Wenwei laughed, after a long break, he said to Yan: "This matter is not without precedent, it's just that those students who only go to class for half a day, most of them live far away at home, and it is inconvenient to go back and forth, so they will only take half a day of class." ”

Qiu Wenwei turned to Lin Dezhong and said: "Xiaolin, don't worry, leave me the phone number of your unit, I'll go and talk to the principal about this, and I'll give you news when the time comes, anyway, isn't there a few days left after leaving school." ”

…………….

Lin Mo has been a little irritable these days, he is waiting for news from the second elementary school, you let him mess with a group of children every day, it is better to go directly to junior high school, at least those classmates will not be so naïve.

"Big brother."

"Big."

Lin Mo smiled bitterly and picked up the two pink-carved dolls, he nodded Lin Rui's little head and said fiercely: "Lin Rui, when you wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival, you can't call your eldest brother, hum..."

"Big... Big..."Lin Rui thought that his eldest brother was playing with him, so he grabbed Lin Mo's finger and poked it on his head.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo."

Lin Dezhong hurriedly entered the house, and as soon as he entered the house, he said: "Your kid has got his wish!" If your academic performance drops in the future, hum..."

"Pit, pit..."Lin Lei, who has a better language talent, also repeated the same interjection between the eldest brother and his father just now.

The noon sun shone in the middle of the yard, a small earth dog that Lin Mo had just bought was sticking out its tongue under the tree, it turned its head to look at the family in the house, got up and wanted to enter the house, but unfortunately the chain hanging on the tree pulled it back again, and after a few times, the puppy lay on the ground in frustration, teasing the ants with its paws.

Lin Mo looked at the puppy under the tree, and his heart was a little complicated, why wasn't he being chained under the invisible tree by these agreed chains, and he could cut the chains through the prophet, and the puppy could only seek a little freedom by obeying the will of the owner.