The last lesson was Xie Guoqiang's nature course, and he didn't care what Xie Dingnan above was saying, Zhao Qi watched the Hamlet that one of the people in the back row would bring again.

As the bell rang for the end of class, Zhao Qi's first day of school was over.

After returning home, Song Xia was already at home.

"Mom, why did you come back so early today?" Song Xia, who usually doesn't go home at half past four, arrived home at four o'clock today, which made Zhao Qi feel strange for a while.

"Your Uncle Xiaoyu has something to do tomorrow, so he will change classes with me today." As he spoke, he asked about the class this afternoon. Zhao Qi was vague for a moment, and ran away without saying a few words.

Although the first day of school was not beautiful, at least it did not make Zhao Qi hate it to the point. So, Zhao Qi's primary school life began.

As time passed, the classmates began to accept this classmate with a somewhat "weird" temper, and Zhao Qi began to learn how to interact and dialogue with the way children behave. Although I still can't play with them, at least there is no problem with normal communication, and I won't make others cry at every turn.

There is one more item in the daily school and cultivation time, that is, "homework", which is hated by elementary school students

However, the homework at this time was not as exaggerated as later generations. Thinking of the miserable life of primary school students in the future, who even went to the toilet and sat on the toilet to do their homework, Zhao Qi recalled those famous poems in later generations.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to write your homework.

The young man does not work hard, and the boss writes his homework.

Since ancient times, no one has died, and he will continue to write homework in the next life.

I sat up in shock from my dying illness, and I haven't done my homework today.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, the man was doing his homework.

At this time, Zhao Qi was also as said in the poem, writing his homework quickly.

In Primary 1, there are only two subjects of Chinese and Mathematics, and there is no homework for other subjects. Chinese homework is simply to copy the new words learned at the end of each lesson one or twenty times, and math homework is also a simple addition and subtraction.

Zhao Qi held three pencils in his small right hand, and quickly copied the words that were too simple to be simpler in the homework book. Write with three pens, and writing once is equivalent to writing three times. Ten simple groups of words were all done in less than five minutes.

"It's still so good-looking, I'll scribble it next time." Zhao Qi looked at the homework book in his hand and said, Zhao Qi's handwriting is not ugly and not good-looking, and those who have copied the calligraphy since childhood naturally can't do it. But when it is placed on a six-year-old child, it seems very abnormal, after all, there is a fundamental difference between children's words and adults' words. In order not to let teachers and parents see the flaws, Zhao Qi could only deliberately write a little scribble.

After spending another five minutes finishing his math homework, Zhao Qi put away his pen and put his study supplies and other items into his school bag.

Comrade Lao Zhao has been out for nearly three days. Although Song Xia didn't tell Zhao Qi what Zhao Mu was doing, it was calculated according to the time. Zhao Qi knew that Comrade Zhao went to inspect the house on the spot.

The house in the county seat in the previous life was bought during this time period. The difference is that this time Zhao Mu doesn't have to borrow money in a low voice. With the 60,000 yuan, Zhao Qi's family completely rushed to a well-off life.

In the past few months, nothing major has happened in Lao Zhao's family, and the past is as plain as flowing water. In three or four months, with the help of that inferior small gathering spirit array, Zhao Qi's Danyang Jue had reached the eighth layer of imperial qi. And Zhao Qi's eldest uncle called several times, so that Zhao Qi's family had time to go over to "play".

As for whether it is a real game or a fake play, Zhao Qi doesn't know.

The house in the county seat, Lao Zhao is on a field trip these days. If there is no problem, you can live before the summer vacation next year.

"Something else...... Other...... It doesn't seem to be anymore. Scratching his head, Zhao Qi also sighed for this dull life.

The next day, after handing in his homework in class, Zhao Qi was stopped.

"Zhao Qi, let me tell you something. You can't tell anyone about it. The classmate who spoke was called Feng Yun, who was Zhao Qi's new tablemate, and he was a standard big mouth plus chatter. The chatter is endless all day long, and there are so-called secrets every day.

"Oh, tell me." Listening to a new secret every day, Zhao Qi is used to it.

"Let me tell you, Hu Shanshan's family pushed the old house to build a new house some time ago, but they dug up a lot of white bones. It's scary, the house is full of dead human bones. As he spoke, he patted his heart with his hand.

“……”

"What I'm saying this time is true, you can't believe me. That's what Hu Shanshan told me, you can't tell anyone else. After nervously finishing speaking, Feng Yun didn't know where to run again.

After Feng Yun left, Zhao Qi put away his indifferent expression. Although Feng Yun has a big mouth, basically he will not lie and deceive people. Maybe the truth is not as exaggerated as he says, but it won't be completely different.

Now the living conditions are getting better and better, and it is not a new thing to push the old house to be rebuilt. But the fact that the bones were dug up for the joy of building a house is not a good sign. Thinking about it, this so-called Hu Shanshan's family is also unlucky enough.

didn't care too much, Zhao Qi left this secret in Feng Yun's mouth behind him and stopped caring about him. And Feng Yun, this kid, did not live up to Zhao Qi's expectations. At the end of the evening, the whole school was talking about it.

And Feng Yun was also whispering to the remaining few unsuspecting students. "Secrets" can be faintly heard...... You can't say it to anyone."

Zhao Qi, the family in Feng Yun's mouth, also knew that he had passed by that house when he went out for a walk some time ago. The last time I went there, I felt a little cold there, so I haven't been in. Hearing Feng Yun say this time, Zhao Qi felt a little weird.

"Is there really something dirty?" Thinking of this, Zhao Qi also had a chill, there are many ghosts and gods in Chinese dynasties. Put it on Zhao Qi in the past, he definitely didn't believe it, but when this kind of thing came out, the ghosts and gods were not so impossible.

"It's just digging up a bunch of dead human bones, it shouldn't be as exaggerated as you think, right?" While comforting himself in his heart, Zhao Qi, who was going home with the primary school student troops, had a trace of curiosity in his heart.

ps: There's something to do tonight.,I'll post the chapter that will be sent out in the evening later.。 In addition, I asked for a ticket, and thank you.

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