In his heart, he ordered the hammer to go back and continue to transport grain, but seeing it looking back at the sorghum step by step, Jiao Ming still couldn't bear it, and took out a handful of sorghum rice from the sack and stuffed it into the hammer's mouth: "Good behave!"

At this time, a melodious and rich male voice came from the sorghum field, singing a cheerful song, the lyrics are in the local dialect of the crocodile, as far as Jiao Ming can understand, to the effect that the crops are planted and harvested in a year, and then when people get up to work and when they go to bed, yes, the sleeping part is a little yellow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jiao Ming pondered for a while before he burst out laughing.

Then a clear female voice remembered, and the content of the song was probably that the angry man did not hunt enough things, and the grain he harvested from farming was not enough.

"Why are you still playing duet?" Jiao Ming said to himself with a smile.

Another male voice interrupted with a singing voice, the lyrics to the effect that the old woman in the neighbor of the beloved girl's house was nosy and would harm me to do a good thing, and the second paragraph said that the dog raised by the head of the beloved girl's village was nosy and would harm me to a good thing.

Jiao Ming drove the hammer under his crotch to Rui Gu and asked, "What is the situation?"

Rui Gu smiled evilly and said, "I still don't understand this?" Lord Lord's apology was blocked and demolished, and then someone helped him. ”

As soon as the words fell, another female voice sang, but it was said that scumbags should not be delusional, the toad wants to eat swan meat, and if he wants to be blind, he will not achieve good things. Jiao Ming heard it familiarly, and remembered that this tune was the one that Binglian had sung, but the lyrics were completely different.

From time to time until lunch, there would be male or female, yellow or not-yellow singing, and Jiao Ming's only sigh was that these guys' voices were so loud that they could be faintly heard two or three kilometers away.

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In the afternoon, it was cloudy and rainy, and everyone had no choice but to stop working, bored in the castle to brag and fart, and then Ms. Purple Feather was very powerful, and drove everyone who was idle and hurt to the restaurant with wooden sticks, and moved the blackboard from the side, and asked Jiao Ming to tutor everyone in mathematics.

Jiao Ming instantly felt sweat on his forehead, and the pressure was great. The curious or disdainful gaze was like a sharp arrow, piercing Jiao Ming's heart was weak. In a hurry, he suddenly had an idea: "I think, maybe it's better to let Binglian talk about it." ”

Lady Purple Feather said with some uncertainty: "That kid doesn't seem to be very good at math. ”

"The first lesson was just the basic numbers, and it was perfectly fine. ”

Ms. Zi Yu nodded in agreement, and then Bing Lian walked onto the podium again after many days, her expression and mood were complicated. Jiao Ming, who was no longer the focus of everyone's attention, breathed a sigh of relief. This time the math class went very well, the students were all adults and had a certain foundation in mathematics, but it was only because of the pits in the verbal expression of the counting method that it seemed clumsy. After becoming familiar with Arabic numerals and monophonic names, they quickly became familiar with the new math, after all, they could already calculate addition and subtraction within hundreds, but it was more cumbersome and easy to make mistakes.

After a class, after being suppressed for so long, everyone couldn't sit still. Ms. Ziyu is worthy of being the mother of the territory, and she has a very accurate grasp of everyone's emotions, and she gestures to signal Ice Lotus to leave class. Binglian had long felt the alienation of the classroom atmosphere, after all, she had also been teaching the little ones the lingua franca course for so long, and when she received a signal from her mother, she drew the question of the third-order nine-square grid on the blackboard, and then announced the end of the class.

Everyone left in twos and threes, and soon there were a few math enthusiasts left who were looking at the nine-square grid on the blackboard in a daze. Binglian smiled and came behind Jiao Ming, pushing the wheelchair while saying to the others: "Please help me move the blackboard back to the classroom, and then talk about the wonderful math together?"

"Now can you show me what mathematics is?" Bing Lian said softly in Jiao Ming's ear. Jiao Ming first felt a hot breath blowing through his ears, and then the touch of his hair, and his face instantly became feverish. subconsciously turned his head to dodge, and then glanced at Ms. Ziyu, but saw that she was staring at the nine-square grid on the blackboard, where could she still take care of her daughter's intimate behavior.

Since Ms. Zi Yu blocked and demolished her daughter several times, Jiao Ming no longer got along with Bing Lian as casually as before, so as not to provoke Ms. Zi Yu to make further moves.

Jiao Ming likes Ice Lotus, but in this liking, the love between men and women does not account for much, it is more about like-minded partners who start a business together or even friendship between comrades-in-arms. And Jiao Ming didn't pursue the idea of Binglian with the goal of getting married, and some of his usual intimate actions were just out of line in the eyes of this world, and by the standards of the earth, the way Jiao Ming and Binglian got along was just a confidant and friend.

In today's New Zhongguo, it is not uncommon for a group of men and women to play some half-yellow games on the wine table, and it is estimated that Ms. Ziyu will burst her veins on the spot when she sees such a scene.

The group came to the room that was used as a classroom, put the blackboard back in its place, and then Jiao Ming counted the number of people below: eleven, three acquaintances: Ms. Purple Feather, the strange man at the meeting on the second day of the harvest, and the beautiful woman who had knocked Jiao Ming unconscious in the woods, and Ms. Purple Feather seemed to call her Ah Hua.

With only eleven people, Jiao Ming could still hold back his expression, suppress the tension in his heart, and slowly open the door to a new world for these people. First I talked about multiplication and division, and then I talked about four mixed operations, and when the concept of unknowns was first introduced, it was already dark in the classroom on a rainy day, and the blackboard was not clear.

On top of dinner, Jiao Ming and Binglian were already sitting far away and couldn't chat, and after the meal, Jiao Ming thanked Binglian.

"Why thank me?" Binglian asked with a smile, completely in the examination of whether Jiao Ming understood his hard work.

"Naturally, it was the nine-square grid and the teaching opportunities that were given to me afterwards. Jiao Ming said sincerely, after those people listened to the course in the afternoon, their eyes were no longer the same, Jiao Ming was no longer a waste cowherd in their eyes, but a wise man and a wise man.

Binglian nodded with satisfaction: "Next time you have something you want to talk to me about, let Lilmoller send me a message." He blinked as he spoke, even more mischievous in the flickering firelight in the hallway, "Then I'll see you in the dream space at night." ”

"You don't have to be so sneaky, right? And why Lilmele?" Jiao Ming only thought that this eldest lady was addicted to playing spy games.

Binglian didn't answer, and left with a smile. Then on the stairs at the end of the hallway, a large group of female magical warriors chatting and gossiping passed by.