The social school was built in a tall courtyard at the east end of the town, supervised by the county lord himself, and it housed dozens of rich children from several nearby towns, all of whom were young masters and sons who were either rich or noble. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info all age, figure, physique, are older than Lingwa, three teaching first, turn to class, mainly learn the four books, the five classics and other ancient languages.

A child in the mountains, when he enters a formal school in the town, just sits down, and his heart is always unaccustomed.

Lingwa is usually used to the wind and wilderness, like the free birds in the mountains, and was locked in a cage at once, and it didn't take long for the depression in her heart, crazy, unbearable, and unbearable, and she couldn't be quiet.

He thinks that the classmates in the class, wearing robes and furs, have such stupid brains? He can almost memorize the content of a text by reciting it two or three times, and he can completely memorize it backwards after reciting it five or six times, while the minds of others ten or twenty times are still empty, and they don't know anything and can't remember it.

What caught his attention the most was that there were still three guys in the class who grabbed the cricket cage before?

Now I know their names, the tall man is called Zhang Wen, the middle man is called Li Wu, and the little fat man is called Zhao Si. But there was a gentleman who was present and did not dare to mess around.

After school, Lingwa also remembered them, but remembered her grandfather's words, don't have conflicts with rich people, you can't afford to provoke, and you will suffer a big loss.

So after school, they all ran away by themselves, and the three guys couldn't do anything about him, and they couldn't beat him, so they went back to their parents to tell their parents, although the adults went to seek justice and got angry, but the three of them were still subjected to a wild training,

"You can't beat one of the three? People are still so small? You are so wasteful? It's all rice buckets? I'm embarrassed to come back and say? I ate three meals a day for nothing, and I'll eat S in the future!"

But there is also a teacher who does not like Lingwa, thinking that the child is too delicate and not modest at all; when other students get up and memorize the text, he will laugh loudly and laugh at it, and there is no rule!

Therefore, he often reprimanded Lingwa. But Lingwa has that character, and she forgot it after training, and she can't help but commit it next time.

There is a tall locust tree in the courtyard of the school, which is quite stout, and the body of the tree is not close to three or five people, and it looks like it is at least a hundred years old. In the early summer, the branches and foliage are luxuriant, and a pillar of optimus attracts countless cicadas and insects, and birds rest in it.

During the day, the sound of the book under the big tree was loud, "Zi said: If you think without learning, you will be reckless, and if you learn without thinking, you will be foolish - see the virtuous and think about it, and see the unvirtuous and introspect - Zi said: If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher, choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones-"

The brothers shook their heads and read with relish, while Lingwa fidgeted in his chair, dizzy and distraught by the crow in the trees outside.

The crow's "Whoa, whoa, whoa" seemed to tug at his nerves, and he could hear it so clearly that it completely drowned out the sound of reading around him. So he covered his brain with a book, and swore secretly in his heart

"Another day, Lao Tzu will definitely take you down and smash your lair - I'll let you scream!"

So, thinking of doing it, Lingwa secretly came to the school early the next day and entered the school with a rope over the wall. There was no one in the courtyard, only the pots and pans that the cafeteria guys made from time to time in the distant room, the smoke curled up, and the oil lamps dimmed.

The walls are not too high, nothing compared to the cliffs in the mountains.

After easily entering, he put the book down to the base of the wall, took the rope and went straight to the big tree, walked to the bottom of the tree, threw the hooked end into the tree, hooked it, and then climbed up quickly like a monkey.

When I got to the branch of the big tree, I looked up and saw a large black shadow of a basin on the top of the branch—yes, it must be the crow's nest?

So he stepped on the branches, and climbed over slowly, thinking, I'll let you scream, let you scream -- now you still scream? Now my ears will be quiet.

When he approached the nest, it seemed that the crow had discovered him, and suddenly he raised his arms and flew high, and screamed, but he did not fly far, and hovered over the big tree, and Lingwa grabbed the branches, and shook wildly, and saw that the nest of the basin was turned over, and there was a nest of little crows, with incomplete wings, chirping, and flapping their little wings, and they fell down one after another, and sprinkled them under the tree, and some fell to death on the spot, and some survived, and squatted on the ground.

The guy who made breakfast in the cafeteria ran out when he heard the sound, looked at the tree, didn't say a word, turned to the classroom and took a bamboo pole over, picked off the rope that Lingwa hooked on the tree, looked up at him and said loudly:

"Don't come down, just stay up, stay good!"

Lingwa was frightened by his roar, and the joy just now flashed away, thinking, it's over, it's troublesome, what should I do now?

Hurry down the tree, because of the impatience, turned around carelessly, only to hear the "click" pants were cut by the branches, a cold wind came in, the straight buttocks were cold, and he was even more angry, kicked the tree hard, and scolded

"You're against Lao Tzu too, I'm going to cut you another day—"

Soon the tall gentleman who was a teacher came out of it, ignoring his crooked clothes, and ran out of his robe, and when he saw everything before him, he was at once furious, and paced back and forth, crying out, "Sin, sin, what kind of system, what kind of system, what kind of system, what kind of system, what kind of system to teach such a great traitor, and I will wait for Sven to sweep the floor—what face will there be to be a teacher again?"

Then he instructed the cafeteria guys, "Hurry up and clean up, deal with it properly, and don't let the students see it!"

After finishing it, he glared fiercely at the Lingwa, who was still hiding in the tree and had no way to come, and turned around and entered the house.

Soon he came out again, holding incense and candles and paper money in his hands, and then knelt respectfully in front of the tree, burned paper and incense, kowtowed, and read:

"The old man is ignorant, he didn't take a good look at the disciples under his name, and now he offends the tree god, it's really a sin! Wangshu Shen thinks of the students under his name, he is young and ignorant, he is stubborn by nature, and he doesn't care about it! In the future, the old man will be strictly disciplined and will never commit it again! I sincerely hope that the tree god will be gracious, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Lingwa held the branch on the tree and did not move, seeing the teacher kneeling and worshipping, facing herself, she felt very embarrassed! I was funny, but I didn't dare to laugh, I think you are usually majestic and dignified, you look good, only others come to bow down to you, I don't want you to kneel and worship me today? Hehe, interesting!

After a while, the door of the school opened, and the students came in one after another accompanied by their families, and someone found the book at the foot of the wall of Lingwa, and the sharp-eyed classmates soon found that he was actually hiding in a big tree, and they could also see his torn pants and exposed little buttocks.

Wow, for a while, the whole academy was boiling, and everyone exploded as if they had received big news, and gathered under the trees, shouting and shouting, pointing and gloating!

There are also people who say good things to Lingwa, but without the teacher's consent, no one dares to move. The three cricket boys before were even more dancing, like a carnival, spitting and throwing stones, jokingly calling it the wild monkey!

Lingwa is also angry on the tree, and she regrets going up the tree a little, and she loses her face now, and she doesn't know what the consequences will be?

He wondered why the old gentlemen had arrived, and why they didn't let him down? Hang the hook, or make a long ladder to get down the tree? Unfortunately, the tree was too high, or he would have jumped down.

However, who did he never dream of helping him down?

It's a cold half-immortal.

It was sent by the school to inform it, and the teacher's general text to the old man probably said this,

It's hard to say that this kid is stubborn and out of line. Even though he has great potential and talent, he has poor conduct, disgrace and humiliation, and has been repeatedly taught, and he has been banned from school for two weeks to see the after-effects!

I couldn't help it, so I went back to the noodle shop and worked as a shopkeeper for two weeks, and finally stepped into the door of the school in the third week.

Leng Banxian hated him for not being angry, but it didn't hurt if you beat him, so he sent him to the door of social school, gritted his teeth and said to him, "If you mistreat him again and be dismissed again, I won't be able to save you, old man, you can find out the rest yourself, right?"

Lingwa nodded indifferently, and said with a smile, "It's okay grandpa, they can't learn from me, just play for another two years to catch up with them!"

The angry old man was speechless!

When he got home, the old man thought of the blue stone before Lingwa? This is not the right time to have no money in his hand, he has dredged up the relationship and studied, and his savings have been spent. There are very few people who see a doctor, and most of them are on credit, and they don't give it all the time;

I think that if I can really exchange it for a dozen or dozens of taels of silver, then I can build a house in the town by myself, or leave a way back for Lingwa, the province is always under the fence, not a long-term solution!

The old man was calculating, and ran to the pawnshop in the town with a small ring in his arms, and showed it to the shopkeeper, but the other party didn't recognize it?!

"This, this, must be a rare thing! The old man doesn't recognize it, so he doesn't dare to give a price rashly? You might as well take it to the county seat to have a look, there are many people there, maybe someone knows the goods and gives a good price?"

So, the old man ignored the hard work, didn't say a word, took care of a carriage, hurried to the county seat hundreds of miles through the mountains, found a big pawnshop, and carefully handed it over to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's old eyes were dizzy, wearing heavy glasses, and he dangled under his nose for a long time, and then shook his head:

"Hey, you don't get angry, in the old man's opinion, you are just ordinary jade fragments, just blue. Most of the Confucians on the street are matched, the size is too small, it's not worth a few dollars, it's not easy to see you come all the way, at most give you ten copper plates, see if you want it?"

Leng Banxian's heart was cold and half-cut, only ten copper plates, jade fragments, after running such a long way, he still couldn't take care of lunch? Just enough money for two meals? He also shook his head, no, no, why don't you ask again?

"The price is already in place, you can look at it! No, you can have the opportunity to take out the mountains and go to the Central Plains, the provincial capital, and those big cities to try. We are small towns in the mountains, even if they are valuable, no one wants to buy them! How high can a business person give you? Think about it?" the shopkeeper reminded him again.

The Central Plains, the provincial government? These two words are cold and half-immortal and confused. I think that I have never walked out of this mountain in my life, the Central Plains, the provincial capital is even higher than the emperor, and I don't know if I am facing the east and west? I am afraid that I have no hope of going out in this life.

Or is he reluctant to sell it, I think it's better to keep it, it's that kid's thing, maybe he can go out in the future and get the price he deserves?

Sighing, he turned around and asked two other places, one didn't know the goods at all, and didn't want them; the other only gave five copper plates?

I had no choice but to carry it in my arms, call back the carriage, and pay the fare, hungry for a day, listless and go back.

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