At the shooting range of the boot camp in Budai Town, the position of Chief Mother to shoot his pistol is very standard.

But the situation of his shooting on the target is really a bit unreasonable. Squadron Leader E Yuxi corrected his pistol just now, and there was nothing wrong with that gun.

Squadron Leader E Yuxi hesitantly put down the binoculars, thought for a while, and said, "Why don't we start at twenty-five meters, and fifty meters may be a little farther away." ”

So the two of them put the target 25 meters away.

Squadron Leader E Yuxi carefully observed the preparations of Director Muser before firing the gun.

He saw that Director Muser was holding the gun with both hands, his hands were evenly pressed when holding the gun, the handle of the gun was stuck in his tiger's mouth, his index finger was relaxed, his wrist and big arm were straight, and his big arm led the lower arm. The posture of holding the gun is very stable, and it seems that the eyes, the notch, and the crosshair are in a line - when he shot just now, there was no closed eyes that is common among girls. There's nothing wrong with it.

Squadron Leader E Yuxi suddenly thought of the common mistake made by novices - he subconsciously regarded Director Muser as a veteran.

Squadron Leader E Yuxi asked, "Director Mu, what position are you aiming for?" ”

"Bull's-eye, a little bit higher, the truth of parabola, I still understand."

"Hey, my Director Mu, you take it for granted, a pistol is a pistol - you have to aim at the lower edge of the ten-ring circle! We've said it several times during military training—"

Director Mousser's face was a little red at the time: "Ah, it's different from a rifle, it's taken for granted - I didn't pay attention to it at the time." ”

Then the shooting took a big turn - on the 50-meter target, the first shot was the six rings!

Squadron Leader E Yuxi put down the binoculars and said happily: "Okay, this is the feel!" It is worthy of the level of a glass master craftsman, and the feel is fast! ”

After shooting a few more shots, Director Muser stopped and said confidently: "Okay, I'll just practice aerial aiming again when I go back and have nothing to do." Now I finally have a feel-"

The two of them put away the bullet casings, and Squadron Leader E Yuxi said: "Look, Director Mu, if this target is accurate, there will be no big problems left." ”

Director Muser sighed and said: "It's good now, I will definitely be sure to be accurate in my dreams - just find a way." ”

“――”

Director Muser smiled and did not explain to Squadron Leader E Yuxi.

In his dreams, he was always scolded by the former factory director, and even beaten and scolded, every time he was so angry that he wanted to pull out a gun and hit him, but he couldn't hit him - the factory director was still insulting him, mocking him, and the expression of looking down on people made him hate him terrified.

Perhaps through Guò's gun practice this time, Director Muser will be able to untie a knot in his heart.

On the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chiji Primary School was finally closed, and if it didn't take a holiday, it would be against the laws of education, and the students couldn't stand it, and these guest teachers couldn't stand it - except for the orphans who were exchanged from Guangzhou, who still stayed in the school's dormitory, the local students could finally go home.

As soon as the school gates opened, the students walked out one after another, and it had been a few months, and everyone was homesick. Although parents can come and visit, it feels better to be at home.

At this time, Li Zhiting, who has always been eye-catching, also left in an eye-catching way.

The scene of her departure was remembered by many students and will not be forgotten for a long time.

At that time, Director Li Ziqiang was proudly driving a real car and was waiting at the door.

When he saw Li Zhiting timidly walking out of the school gate and looking around, he pulled the air flute, and with a puff of white smoke, the sound of the air flute startled everyone.

Director Li Ziqiang poked his head out of the car window and shouted at Li Zhiting: "Tingting, come to Dad!" ”

All the students fell silent and watched the scene in front of them.

That Li Zhiting is a little bit, a little bit on that big iron thing. The big iron thing suddenly emitted a puff of white smoke, and it directly rumbled and roared away.

These students must not know the word "awesome", but they all have a similar exclamation in their hearts.

Teacher Fan Weiye, who was in the teacher's office, heard the whistle, he hurriedly looked out the window and watched the car that belonged to the school drive away - Director Li Ziqiang said that it is now the stage of the new car, and it will take a while to run it repeatedly, so that he shamelessly uses the "bus" for private use, and people can't find fault with it all at once.

However, Teacher Fan Weiye is not in a hurry, Li Dong will hand over the car to Chichi Primary School sooner or later, and many people can testify to what he promised - not to mention that Li Zhiting still has to learn violin with himself.

Akachi's primary school needs a car, and in the next stage, Akatsu Elementary School needs a lot of guest teachers - this is the only way to pick it up.

In the office of Chiji Primary School, Mr. Fan Weiye is holding a bamboo tube with a straw pipe inserted into it, and is inhaling soda with relish.

The soda had obviously just been taken out of the ice box, and there were dewdrops hanging from the walls of the bamboo tube.

He glanced at Teacher Jiang Xue, who was still frowning and grading the exam papers. It seems that the math results of her class are still not as good as those she teaches - the other two teachers left early during the holidays, and they asked the principal Hao Gang for leave to take a boat to northern Taiwan during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The boat was used to deliver all kinds of holiday supplies, and the northern part of Taiwan is not yet self-sufficient.

They wanted to go and see their captain Liu Haiyang, and by the way, they had the addiction of flying.

Fan Weiye smiled and said, "No matter how serious you are, your class's math scores are not as good as ours-"

Jiang Xue said: "Our girls' class has good Chinese scores, and there are more people who can speak Mandarin than your class!" ”

"Cut, if you know Mandarin, it's a matter of sooner or later, if you can't do math, sooner or later, how many do you say you can fully master the ten-digit multiplication and division in your girls' class? Not to mention that girls are naturally bad at math, in primary school, girls are basically double hundred, so you have to think about your teaching methods. ”

"Fan Weiye, don't you want to insert your magic hand into our girls' class-no matter how bad your grades are, I don't have to worry about you-"

"Look, Teacher Jiang Xue, your irresponsible energy has been revealed again - what kind of pedagogy, educational psychology, it is summed up in two words: conscience. You forced me to look at this and that, your class grades are not good, and this is the real problem. ”

"Fan Weiye, you fart conscience, you are violent teaching, the sound of boys wailing, we can hear it in our girls' class. Every time you go to class, Principal Hao Gang has to look at you several times—"

"But I'm more effective in teaching, you have to admit it, right? The average of our class is 60 points, is there 50 points in your class? ”

Jiang Xue lowered her voice and said, "Fifty is not yet-"

"Let's see," Mr. Fan Weiye's little face lit up, "I can now boldly publish my results on the Internet—ah! ”

Jiang Xue carried Fan Weiye's ears into his dormitory and forced him to clean up his dormitory.

Jiang Xue's mother and Fan Weiye's father are going to come to Chiji Agricultural Base for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the two of them naturally have to live in the single dormitories of the two children.

As soon as school ended, Xiao Wang Si ran all the way home, not caring about his usual friends.

In the paddy fields by the roadside, the rice was tinged with yellow tops, which indicated that it was about to ripen - a breeze blew, and Xiao Wang Si seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of the rice.

This season's rice harvest will definitely be bumper again.

Although it was nearly dusk, the sky was lovely blue, and there was not a trace of white clouds, and from time to time birds flew by, crossing a happy arc.

When Xiao Wang Si ran to the house panting, before he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance of his mother's baked mooncakes.

My mother has to bake moon cakes once a year, which used to be the happiest time for Xiao Wang Si, but now, when he has eaten the moon cakes at school - the taste is much better than the ones baked by my mother - I heard that there is a girl named Li Zhiting, everyone says that she is Li Dong's long-lost daughter, and she eats the moon cakes sent by Li Dong, and it is even more delicious - it is a pity that Li Zhiting only gives them to the girls in the same dormitory - Wang Si has never tasted any more delicious moon cakes than those in the school.

What's even happier is that the third brother is back, and he also brought a lot of delicious food!

After Wang Sanyi picked up his younger brother and turned around twice, he put him down and said, "The fourth brother is much stronger-locked up and kept in captivity, it really works!" ”

Wang Lao'er smiled and watched the two brothers frolicking, he stroked his beard and said: "Everyone was startled at first, thinking that the Hantang Group was asking for hostages, but later when I saw that they allowed them to visit, and saw that they let the babies run every morning, raise the banner of the Hantang Group, and sing their songs, I knew that they were just raising the children of the people, and there was no malice, as long as I didn't violate their regulations——"

Wang San Zhengse said: "Daddy is too worried-Brother Li Si has been cautious all his life, but he has taken his family to the Hekou base, presumably he is also optimistic about the Hantang Group-"

Wang Lao'er was about to say something, only to hear someone stomp his feet a few times at the door, coughed, and said, "Daddy Wang is here?!" ”

Wang Lao'er and Wang San hurriedly pushed the door and looked, it turned out to be Yang Tongsheng who came to visit in person!

I saw him carrying a string of paper bags in his hand, which must have been moon cakes. The Wang family hurriedly invited Yang Tongsheng into the house - this was to send moon cakes to his Wang family, and Yang Tongsheng actually took the initiative to go to Wang's house to walk the moon first!

The custom of giving moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival has become popular in the Ming Dynasty.

Chongzhen's "Jiaxing County Chronicles" said, "The fifteenth is for the Mid-Autumn Festival, making cakes and moon-shaped, called 'moon cakes', giving gifts to the bereaved and taking the righteousness of reunion"; Mingtian Rucheng's "West Lake Excursion Journal" also has the same saying, "The Mid-Autumn Festival folk leave each other with moon cakes and take the righteousness of reunion."

This kind of behavior is the so-called "walking the moon", which is to visit relatives and friends on the occasion of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and give cakes, fresh fruits and other foods.

As early as the end of the Yuan Dynasty, or even earlier, the "walking the moon" activity has appeared.

As for the legend of "killing the Tartars on August 15", it is said that when Zhu Yuanzhang rebelled at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, he met to "kill the Tartars (Mongols)", thus overthrowing the Yuan regime.

In the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongols were extremely strict about folk gatherings, that is, the group of Han people, and they were particularly afraid, as long as the Han people got together, they would be dismantled under various names, really under various names. Dictatorships are all about dividing the ruled into separate individuals and plunging them into all sorts of panic -

Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang took advantage of the custom of "walking the moon" on August 15 to send moon cakes, and wrapped the notes that agreed on the time of the uprising in the moon cakes, thus completing the general mobilization of the uprising, and the custom of "sending moon cakes" was widely popular in the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, there is another saying that sending moon cakes to "kill tartars" is an idea that Zhang Shicheng, the king of Wu, came up with.

The Han and Tang clique did not bother to verify these statements, but only wanted to say that if a ruler used a certain technical means or methods to gain political power, then he would definitely prohibit or strictly control the use of the same model by others in turn -- this can be seen from how strict Zhu Yuanzhang was in controlling household registration and the displaced people.

Therefore, if the above legend is true, then the activity of walking the moon has long been banned, where will there be the tradition of giving moon cakes?

Besides, wouldn't it be better to just pass on a letter, and make up a legendary story like a chicken feather letter? Where is the need to spend so much money? It doesn't cost money to bake mooncakes.

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