Wushan Temple is a small temple in Fenghua Xikou Town, located at the foot of the south of Wushan, hence the name. Originally, it was a temple shared by the five clans of Jiang, Zhang, Shan, Song and Ren in the town, and later it was expanded by a large family surnamed Jiang and established a primary school. This temple house is divided into two entrances, east and west corridors, the middle patio is set up with a stage, and the front porch of the rear enters the dragon stone pillar to maintain the architectural style of the former Jiangnan temple in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Wang Mengxiong was away from home to study, and his father was reluctant to beg for help, so he entrusted him to live with Miaozhu, and when he left, he left some silver dollars to cover the cost of food and lodging.

Although the Wushanmiao Primary School is not large, it is the first formal primary school within a radius of 100 miles. Because of his relationship with the Jiang family, Wang Mengxiong's enrollment was quite smooth, and he was transferred to the first grade and placed at the back of the classroom.

This year was May 1917, and at the beginning of the year, a guy named Hu Shi published an article entitled "Discussion on Literary Reform" in a magazine called New Youth, followed by an article named Chen Duxiu entitled "On Literary Revolution", which took the lead in setting off a new cultural movement. At the beginning of March, Chinese Premier Duan Qirui lost his temper because of the dispute between the government and the court, and directly resigned from Beijing and ran from Beijing to Tianjin.

In mid-March, Emperor Nicholas II was forced to abdicate and the Romanov dynasty, which had ruled the country for more than 300 years, was completely destroyed.

Of course, this is a major domestic and international event, and the people living in Xikou are far away, and everyone is not concerned about these things that have nothing to do with their own eight poles, but about the situation of their own children in Wushan Temple Primary School. Every day from morning to night, I lie on the courtyard wall and watch how my children read in the wing. Occasionally, one or two naughty children slipped away during class, and before Mr. reprimanded, an angry roar would come from the wall of the courtyard: "Dog, listen honestly to the old lady, or go home tonight and your ass will bloom!" ”

"Three boys, what are you going to do? If you don't go to class well, you won't have anything to eat when you go home! ”

These words were obviously much more effective than the teachings of the gentleman, and the naughty children were obviously much more restrained, and the gentleman was also very pleased with the situation, and the housewives who were picking up the walls were even more enjoyable, so that for the first time it was like watching a play, which was very exciting.

When the days were over, the children were frightened by the pain of flesh and the punishment of hunger and did not dare to sneak away to make small movements, and with the euphemistic persuasion of Mr., the situation of picking up the wall gradually disappeared. More housewives choose to do their work on the edge of the small playground outside the main gate of Wushan Temple, while chatting about homely things, waiting for their children to get out of school.

Although Wang Mengxiong is different from ordinary people because of his practice of the Yue family, his body is different from ordinary people, and compared with children of the same age, he is a whole circle. Although Mr. Li Chengyue has a family tradition of martial arts, he has a deep knowledge of Chinese culture, which has laid a good foundation for him. The Chinese teacher who taught them was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who liked this child who was always melancholy, and often asked him all kinds of questions to answer. Almost every time, she can get standard or even forward-thinking answers from Wang Mengxiong, which makes her surprised and curious, and asks questions more frequently, so that Wang Mengxiong is annoyed to death when she comes to Chinese class, and finally pretends not to know, and doesn't bother to answer this kind of secondary two question at all.

"What is Form 2? Why do I think that? ”

At the thought of such a profound question, Wang Mengxiong's head had a headache like a pinprick in his head, as if something was preventing him from continuing to think. For the apprentice's situation, even the well-informed Li Chengyue couldn't figure it out, and could only blame this kid's idea for being too advanced, it was God's jealousy, and he didn't let him peek at God's thoughts Li Chengyue's explanation Wang Mengxiong didn't believe it at all, but through practicing Yue's family, his resistance to this kind of pinprick-like pain became stronger and stronger, which was also the reason why he was more diligent in practicing in order to fight the pain.

During recess, a large group of bear children of all ages ran out of the temple gate and spread joy on the playground. Wang Mengxiong also took this opportunity to walk out of the classroom and come to the gate of Wushan Temple, sitting on the steps while basking in the sun while watching the children of all sizes play childish games.

A group of children sat in a circle, not knowing what they were doing. But within a few minutes, there was a cry and a scuffle, and then there was a scuffle, whether it was a mess between the children in the lower grades and the older grades.

It is not uncommon for children to fight, and the women who are watching around not only do not dissuade them, but laugh and cheer for their children. At this time, because the children in the upper grades develop early, their physical fitness is obviously superior to that of the children in the lower grades. After a while, several children who had just entered school were squeezed out of the melee circle and ran to the temple gate crying.

A gray-haired, thin boy passed by Wang Mengxiong's side, hesitated for a moment, slowly stopped, and stood in front of him. When Wang Mengxiong was distracted, he suddenly had a big face plate in front of him, and his round eyes were still full of tears, and he was startled and said, "What are you doing?" People are scary, they are scared to death! ”

The boy was not afraid, but just looked at him fixedly, and plucked up the courage to say, "Your name is Wang Mengxiong, is it Wang Shihe's family?" ”

Wang Mengxiong nodded, and it was not strange for the child to say his father's name. In the big fart area of Xikou Town, most people are related to each other, this child may have something to do with his family, maybe he is still an elder!

"My father is Jiang Zhiqing, and your father is a cousin. My name is Jiang Jingguo, and I am your cousin! ”

"Jiang Jingguo?"

Wang Mengxiong's head suddenly burst like thunder, cracking a crack, and some of the memories that had been blocked were stimulated by this name to run out of an unknown place, merging with this name, and a big fat face wearing glasses and combing his back actually appeared in front of him, which coincided with the thin big face plate in front of him.

"You're definitely going to be a big fat guy in the future?"

Wang Mengxiong blurted out, he didn't know why, anyway, he felt that in the future, this child would definitely look like the fat man in his memory, and he would look very ×good.

"Really? Grandma always thinks I'm thin, and every time I eat more, I'm annoyed. If she can become a fat person in the future, she will definitely be very happy! ”

Jiang Jingguo was excited for a while, and suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming to Wang Mengxiong, and hurriedly pulled the conversation back.

"Dream Bear, I see that you are so strong, you must be able to beat those senior classmates. Today we suffered a loss, I want you to stand up for me, make an appointment with them again, so that they don't underestimate our little bit! ”

A group of classmates all looked at Wang Mengxiong with blank eyes, waiting to hear his answer. Wang Mengxiong didn't want to mix with these children's childish games, but there was always an idea in his subconscious mind that kept saying and promising him, promising him.

"Okay!" was really annoying by this voice, Wang Mengxiong couldn't help but agree. Jiang Jingguo smiled, turned around and shook his fist at his friends, everyone's faces were full of tears and smiles, full of confidence in the next battle.