Wang Juan didn't have time to argue with Zhang Xiaobao, he could teach how he wanted, anyway, now his younger brothers and sisters are learning well, they don't act aggressively when they deal with people externally, and they don't put on any arrogant shelves when they are internal.

And it's good to talk to simple people more down-to-earth, and not to suffer when talking to people who are cheating on Jiān. Teaching children is not about teaching them how to ask for guidance, nor is it about letting them know how to calculate the games in other people's casinos through probability and fuzzy math, let alone memorizing all the four books and five classics, and at the same time understanding and writing the same type of texts.

The ultimate goal of teaching children is to adapt them to society and be able to survive in various complex situations. Many of the people who have countless master's and doctoral staff under their command may not even finish junior high school and high school.

Since there is no reason, there is no need to argue too much about this matter, it is better to be practical.

In fact, the people who Seymour Tamahe used to be in charge are now shaved bald, and they are given a medicated bath for both men and women, young and old, and their clothes are not made, so they have to wait.

So now the children are all bare-bottomed, and the girls are fortunate to have a simple belly pocket, Xiaobei said, afraid that Xiaoyuan will see something that shouldn't be seen, Xiaoyuan didn't say anything, he just asked people to use a rope to tie a leaf with a special smell to hang it for the little boy, saying that it can repel mosquitoes.

The same is true for adults, they are not allowed to wear the old clothes until the new clothes are made, except for those that have been washed and sprayed with disinfectant, but not everyone has several sets of clothes.

By noon, a more practical picture emerged. All the old people and children, as well as pregnant women, were given the dishes that the cooks stir-fried in a large pot, two dishes and one soup, a large amount, and all meat.

Xiaobei and others' dishes are naturally Zhang Xiaobao's own cāo spoon, a braised mushroom, a fried wild celery, and a vegetarian soup, in which the fried potato strips are the children's favorite food.

The children of the Seymour and Mohe tribes did not have a share, but the children under Duoduoduo still ate with them.

See this kind of separation. Seymour Tamohe was in a very bad mood, he didn't care about the little broken mushrooms and wild celery, he cared about Zhang Xiaobao's attitude.

He is very aware of Zhang Xiaobao's status in the Tang Dynasty, and the previous cannibals and Datang people have proved this to him, ordinary people can't eat the dishes made by Zhang Xiaobao, and they can generally only be the emperor of the Tang Dynasty and Zhang Xiaobao's family.

Just like himself, he used to be able to cook something to eat, but he had never done it since he became a leader. Once in a while, he also eats it for himself, and he feels that others don't have the capital to taste it. Including his women and children.

Then he saw that the dishes made by Zhang Xiaobao, Zhang Xiaobao's woman Wang Juan didn't eat it, it was normal, Xiaobei nine people ate it, a little incomprehensible, maybe the child is small, he should take care of it more, and the sick in the team can also eat it. Where is this still a leader? Zhang Xiaobao devalued his identity.

The most infuriating thing is that Duoduoduo, a person who can be abandoned at any time, their children can eat Zhang Xiaobao's dishes with Xiaobei.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Seymour Tamohe's face sank when he was eating, and he accompanied Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan to eat together, sitting in the position of his lower hand, and Duoduoduo sat on the other side.

Today's meal is still a stew, no way. There are too many people, and it's a march, whether you like it or not, only stewed vegetables absorb nutrients the fastest. It is most convenient when doing it at the same time. When marching and fighting, it is good to be able to eat a stew, and under normal circumstances, it is to eat dry food and river water.

Zhang Xiaobao doesn't think the food is bad, he has rummaged through the garbage bin for food, he has very low requirements for food, and at the same time very high, he can eat anything himself, but he always likes to make more delicious meals himself.

He also doesn't think that Seymour Tama's usual life is so extravagant that the things made by the chefs of Zhang Wang's two families can't be swallowed, and this batch of chefs is indeed not the best, because of physical factors, they must first adapt to various climates before they can be brought out.

But if the cooks of the Zhang and Wang families find out one at random, will it be bad? Stewed dishes are practices, not flavors, Buddha jumping over the wall is also stewed, who said it's not delicious?

At the moment, Seymour Tamahe didn't put his mind on the food, but kept looking at Xiaobei's place, Zhang Xiaobao was unhappy, your mother, you have nothing to do to see what my younger brothers and sisters are doing?

So Zhang Xiaobao was angry, he stared, 'bang', startled him, take a closer look, Wang Juan next to him first threw the bowl on Seymour Tamaha's body, so hot that Seymour Tamahe jumped up and screamed while slapping.

Zhang Xiaobao was stunned, I, I haven't done it yet, why did you throw the bowl out first?

"Seymour Tamaha, don't shout, let me ask you, you don't eat well, what are you doing staring at my younger brothers and sisters? Say, do you want to kidnap them to threaten us? ”

Wang Juan clutched the chopsticks tightly and questioned, and he had the intention of piercing the chopsticks out if he didn't say a word.

The people who could hear the movement around them stopped what they were doing and looked at it.

Xiaobei, who was eating at a table, put the bowl on the table, stood up and took out a small pistol, aimed it at Seymour Tamaha, and said indignantly: "So you are beating our idea? ”

Seymour Mododen didn't feel that the stew that fell on his body was hot, and he knew what Xiaobei had in his hand, which was called a gun, a very beautiful pistol, a pink sè frosted surface, a rounded shape, a straight alignment, and a black hole in the muzzle.

Especially if it's a child, and the child has a gun on him at any time, if he is in a bad mood, or happy, how many people will die?

"No, I didn't, I didn't look at you, I watched a lot of their children, I didn't believe in my heart, why can their children eat with you, but my children can't."

Seymour Tamohe had to tell the truth, he was afraid, he was not afraid of Wang Juan and Zhang Xiaobao, but Xiaobei with a gun. It's just like the officials of Datang are afraid of a truth, children have one of the biggest advantages, they are impulsive and unreasonable, not as rational as adults, and it is normal to do something that should not be done.

Xiaobei glanced at her sister, Wang Juan turned sideways slightly, drew a few movements on her hand, and blinked again.

Xiaobei understands, it turned out to be a pit man seizing power, hey, Seymour Tamohe is really sad.

Knowing that he wanted to find an excuse that was not an excuse to clean up people, Xiaobei was also very cooperative, and said to Seymour Tamahe with a cold face: "Does it have anything to do with you when I invite Uncle Duoduo's children to dinner?" I realized that you didn't voluntarily follow us after losing the bet, you wanted to rob us of power when you followed us.

You're so ambitious, it's all on my head? Don't you inquire about who I am? In the whole world, in addition to my father and mother, Xiaoyuan's father and mother, as well as our grandfathers and grandmothers, plus my brothers and sisters, who dares to care about me? I, Xiaobei, came to this world to enjoy life, not to let you be a person who loses a gamble, a leader of a tribe with only more than 3,000 people.

Are you unhappy? You're upset a lot, do I need to deal with you? You don't eat well when you eat, and it's uncomfortable to stare at me, who made me ...... How? Oh yes, whoever makes me uncomfortable for a while, I will make him uncomfortable for the rest of my life.

Say, how do you want to die? Bullying me as a child, right? Tell you, there are too many people who died at the hands of my little shell, did I blink? Human life in my eyes is like a mustard, hum! Little man, kill him. ”

'Bang~! The little man shot and smashed the bowl in Seymour Tama's hand, 'Bang~! Again, he made a hole in the wind-blown garment of Seymour Tama's sleeves.

Then the little man frowned and looked at his gun and said, "Why is it not accurate?" I'm aiming at my head. ”

"Come again, hit a few more times, and I won't believe that I won't be stunned once." Xiaobei said.

Seymour Tamahe knelt down directly, looked at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, and shouted: "Help, Xiaobao, Juanjuan, I don't dare to look blind anymore." ”

"No, who told you to shoot casually? The pistol also has recoil, what should I do if I hurt my wrist? Pay attention to your identity, and you need to kill people with your own hands. ”

Zhang Xiaobao scolded Xiaobei and them.

Wang Juan also glared at the little ones in front of Seymour Tamaha, and said, "Xiaobao, I don't think Seymour Tamahe has any intentions, so it's better to give him a chance." ”

"Yes, yes, give me a chance, I will never dare to look blind in the future, and I will not be jealous." Seymour Tamahe found that Juan Juan was a good person, better than Xiaobao, and Xiaobao wanted to shoot and shock his wrist.

"How can my younger brothers and sisters be wronged, this time the matter must not be ......"

"Okay, Seymour Tamahe already knows that he is wrong, so why force people to death?" Wang Juan interrupted Zhang Xiaobao's words, looked at Seymour Tamohe, and continued: "Leader Seymour Tamahe, although this matter is not very important, however, children are different from adults, I can't tie them up, otherwise, you stay away from them, don't let them see you, in case the little male gun is accurate again, you say yes." ”

"Yes, yes, I'm farther away, I'm not closer." Seymour Tamaho agreed very happily.

"Come, take Seymour Tamaho to a safe place." Wang Juan commanded.

Someone immediately came and took Seymour Tamaho away and took him to a 'safe' place, Seymour Tamaho felt very aggrieved, he didn't mean that, how did he become what he is now?

He didn't know that he was not wronged at all, if he could let the old man in the tribe accompany him to eat, or his woman to accompany him to eat, Wang Juan would tolerate him for the time being.

But he just takes care of himself, too selfish, this kind of selfish reaction to the process of surrender is a lot of calculations in his heart, he can't be raised, he has no weaknesses, it's useless for you to threaten him with his family, this kind of person can be used but can't be trusted.

The problem is that Wang Juan feels that Seymour Tama has no value in even using it, he is not like 'Han Jiān', he can still be used to help the team and their own people, and then clean up after using it, no enemy in this world will be good to Han Jiān, it only depends on how much Han Jiān can contribute.

So Wang Juan decided to go according to the plan, not to kill Seymour Tamoha, but to set him up. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )