The birds caught in the forest, take them home and pluck their feathers, just hit the tooth sacrifice, and the crucian carp, loach, yellow eel, etc. caught in the field can also satisfy their own mouth, those homemade toys, the danger is too great, Huang Mingqiang is not at school or at home most of the time, there are parents at home, there are teachers at school, it is like a wolf in front of a tiger in front of him, so he is afraid and does not dare to play those things!

When the farm is busy, my parents go home to be busy with things in the field, about three or four times a year, that is, the wheat and corn in the soil, the rice in the field, and the rest of the time they work outside. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Once his parents went out, Huang Mingqiang became free, and every day he either fished in the field, or took a fishing rod made of Guanyin bamboo, walked through the fields, and fished for toads!

When the harvest is quite abundant, the toads are peeled and gutted, and then fried in lard, stir-fried or braised in lard.

Some people say that toads will escape the soil, some say that toads will make holes, and some say that the holes that toads are made by other animals, Huang Mingqiang did not study carefully, he only knew that there were no toads outside for him to fish.

As soon as autumn and winter arrive, the weather outside has dropped a lot, Huang Mingqiang no longer goes to the field, and he is not very willing to go up the mountain to catch birds at noon. At school I was better, I started to have chess and checkers to play, but what do I do when I get home?

On this day, Huang Mingqiang walked into his parents' room, and suddenly found a few books on the top of the wardrobe in the room, and he was shocked in his heart, and he didn't understand how his father could still read.

Once people are curious, they inevitably want to find out.

Bringing a wooden stool, Huang Mingqiang stood on the stool and took down the book on it.

Cover A shirtless young man only sees a back, holding a woman in his arms who does not carry multi-point formulas, and a long sword is inserted on the ground next to him.

As soon as he saw the name of the book, Huang Mingqiang already knew that the book in his hand was a martial arts novel called "Dust Under the Sword". I had never touched anything like this, so I opened it and read it.

Seeing Fang Shiting's kindness to save people but being wronged, it just reminded Huang Mingqiang of his experience of carrying the black pot one after another, which resonated with him and started his novel career unstoppable.

Everyone has a martial arts plot, fantasizing about being a young heroine or something, punishing rape and eliminating evil, and flying the eaves and walking the wall freely!

The plot of the book, the delicate fights, and the scene of the protagonist Fang Shiting escaping death several times are presented in his mind, Huang Mingqiang can't stop for a while, whenever the protagonist encounters danger, he is also worried about the protagonist, but when Fang Shiting learns magic skills, Huang Mingqiang feels high-spirited again.

people! Either change someone else or be changed by someone else!

Eleven or twelve-year-old Huang Mingqiang didn't think far, thinking of the excitement of the dust under the sword, how could he not share it with a few good brothers in the class?

When you can't change the environment, either stay away from the environment, or you must be changed by the environment, who can expect a teenager who is still in ignorance to change the environment?

A book of dust under the sword is in the hands of several of Huang Mingqiang's friends, but everyone has their own circle, just like Wang Yongjiang, who is good with Huang Mingqiang, he also has a few partners who have a good relationship with him, no, the classmates in the class began to read martial arts novels one after another.

I was distracted in class, and I got together in groups after class, discussing what I would do if I were the protagonist Fang Shiting.

It didn't take long for the teacher to discover this anomaly, and after the careful teacher Qin investigated, he learned that it was Huang Mingqiang again.

"Students, you must remember that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black! If you want to do well in your studies, you have to stay away from those naughty students, Wang Yongjiang, look at you, your grades were originally in the top five in the class, but this time they all fell to the top ten, just because I read too many novels! Are you worthy of your parents who work outside the home? ”

Although the students in the class all know, which one is Zhu that the teacher is talking about? Who is Mo? But after all, he didn't name him, maybe to leave some room for Huang Mingqiang, after all, he was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

When Huang Mingqiang heard this, his heart was also a little gloomy, and he felt guilty about his partner, but when he thought about it, wasn't it? I'm Mo, he's Zhu, I'm close to him, why didn't I turn red? How did he turn black?

Maybe he's not good enough, and I'm too inky, right? Huang Mingqiang thought so.

Students in this era are still quite afraid of teachers, one is afraid of the stick in the teacher's hand, and the second is afraid of inviting parents!

Forget it, a good friend who influences himself must be immoral. The optimistic Huang Mingqiang looked at his friend Wang Yongjiang with tears in his eyes, and his heart was quite uncomfortable.

After class, Teacher Qin asked Huang Mingqiang to go to his office again, and saw his classmates staring at him with a smile, Huang Mingqiang coped with it without smiling, and went straight to the teacher's office.

"Huang Mingqiang! How old are you now and you're starting to read novels? ”

Looking at Huang Mingqiang, who looked like I knew he was wrong, Teacher Qin loved and hated, and the little guy in front of him had a good academic performance in the class, but he was a little naughty and mischievous, and he brought many other classmates.

At noon, he took others up the mountain to catch birds, and sometimes he pulled other students to pick other people's tomatoes and hug other people's watermelons.

"Teacher, I know it's wrong!" Huang Mingqiang lowered his head even lower.

"Do you still know that you are wrong, and you will not read novels in the future?"

"Don't look at it!"

Seeing that Huang Mingqiang had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Teacher Qin was originally going to let him return to the classroom, but suddenly he found that something seemed wrong?

Right! This little guy, every time he is trained by himself, he is like this, he has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, but he can't manage it for a few days, and he has a new demon moth, which is a bit of a repeated teaching, and it seems that he has to watch it tightly!

"Let's go back to the classroom!" Thinking of this, Teacher Qin made a decision in his heart and asked Huang Mingqiang to go back to the classroom.

"Hmm!" Huang Mingqiang lowered his head and slowly walked out of the office, until he left the office at a certain distance, then he walked faster and faster, and after a while, he took a deep breath as if relieved, returned to the classroom very calmly, sat down in his place, took out the book expressionlessly, and listened attentively.

Teacher Qin's strict discipline made it difficult for Huang Mingqiang to turn over, at least he could only follow the rules when he was in school, and he was called by Teacher Qin to teach in the office at noon every day, and he didn't have much time to do harm.

In this way, Huang Mingqiang's only entertainment in school was to play chess with his classmates, and it didn't take long for him to learn chess with simple rules, at least there would not be the previous situation where he flew over two mountains like a river cannon!