Da Sankoh Witko did not get a good grade, but after all, he was also admitted to a new public primary school in Choctaw Oblast, and before the start of the school year, his father thought that it would be too hard to run 20 miles of mountain roads every day, so he built him a thatched house next to the school.

At this time, Choctaw was bordered by the French Province of Missouri to the east, the Republic of Texas to the south, the Indian state of Arapahoe to the west, and the American state of Iowa to the northeast. Note 1***

As a place where the four countries meet, Choctaw is geographically special. In addition, there are two rivers in the territory, the Kansas River and the Arkansas River, and all kinds of caravans often come and go.

The residents of Choctaw Prefecture are living a good life because of this geographical advantage.

Da Sanko Witko is only 6 years old, but he can remember it relatively early and he still remembers what he looked like when he was 3 years old.

At that time, his father tied him with a rope to his back, and with an iron pickaxe in his hand, he dug and dug and dug and digg and dig and dig in the ground like a rampant little mole. 3-year-old Da Sanko Witko stuck out his tongue on his father's back and sucked the shiny beads of sweat on his father's neck, thinking that it was really a delicacy in the world!

Now of course he knew, it was in Texas — the elementary school teacher was an old smoker who was blind in one eye, and in Da Sankoh Witko's memory, the old smoker didn't give them much lessons, but there were many stories.

Da Sanko Witko has always felt that his poor test scores are mostly related to the fact that he doesn't know anything about the old smoking gun. Otherwise, how could the old smoker, as a math teacher, always tell stories in class that have nothing to do with math?

Either way, Da Sankoh Witko now faces a particularly serious problem, and that is that there are three days left until the final exams.

If he doesn't do well, he may not be able to go back to school.

He was glad he didn't have to go to school at last, but when he thought of his cruel father, uh, Da Sanko Witko thought it would be better to keep going to school.

……

"Da Sanko Witko!"

Da Sanko Witko suddenly heard someone shouting his name, and he subconsciously stood up and replied loudly: "Here! ”

On the podium, the old cigarette gun emitted a puff of white smoke, like the front of a train.

"I called you three times before you reacted, and you're distracted again, aren't you?" The old smoker asked.

"I didn't!" Da Sankoh Witko said loudly.

"Are you still quibbling?"

"I don't, Fern Leaf Sensei!"

"Tell me, then, what was I talking about?" The old smoker asked.

He walked over to Da Sanko Witko and took a hard puff.

Da Sankoh Witko knew that if he couldn't answer this question, the old smoking gun would spray all the smoke from his stomach all night in his face, and the smoke would be mixed with disgusting spittle, and the words that terrified him: "Go and call your father!" ”

……

Da Sanko Witko's eyes narrowed.

He has a magical ability.

It was as if there was a magical palace in his mind, and everything that had happened in the past would consciously find its place in that palace. Note 2***

Although the vast majority of these 'residents' are useless, and as time goes by, many of them will eventually disappear, either moving away or dying, as long as Da Sankoh Witko holds back his efforts to find them, he can still find them again.

Now, he's rummaging through his 'palace' with all his might.

"You people don't know how precious the opportunity to learn is!" "You can now sit here and study, and your fathers paid for it with their lives!" Needless to say, a year ago, a little guy like you could buy a dozen for a pound—"

Da Sanko Witko rummaged desperately in his memory palace.

The old smoking gun continued to sound: "If you fail the final exam, you will have to say goodbye to your study career." In the future, you will have to go to the farm, or go to the factory to work hard. Is the country one less farmer or worker for you? Your life is over, you don't want to be a real citizen for the rest of your life, you can only be a civilian! ”

The Indians practiced a merit system, whether it was a farmer, a worker, a merchant or a soldier, there was a special merit system, according to the merit points to confirm the identity, to achieve the identity from residents to civilians to citizens, each identity represents a different right.

For example, everyone has the right to education, but if you want to be a civil servant in the government system, you must at least have a civilian status, and if you want to be a political officer, you must be a citizen.

A farmer wants to get the merit points he needs to make the leap in status, unless he can grow a thousand catties of wheat in an acre of land - this is impossible!

"Da Sanko Witko, you're the stupidest and stupidest student I've ever met!" The old smoking gun said: "Your father used all his military exploits to give you a chance to repeat a grade, but you wasted it like this!" ”

Da Sanko Witko felt as if his memory palace was about to collapse, and he was really wandering just now. He could feel that the 'resident' was still there, but he just couldn't bring it out.

"You go to the back and stand up!" "There are 15 students in this classroom, and you can sit with them now, but after three days, you can't sit together anymore," said the old smoker. After 3 days, your lives will be completely different - they will be the cornerstone of this country, and you will be a piece of waste! ”

Da Sanko Witko didn't think the old smoker's words were serious, he was still young, and he didn't have an idea of how terrible the 'class' really was.

But he hated to hear the title 'waste'.

……

"Fern Leaf Sensei, I'm not a waste!" Da Sanko Witko said.

"Go to the back and stand against the wall." The old smoking gun didn't have anything to say, and picked up Da-Sanko Witko with his iron tongs, carried him to the back of the classroom, and placed him in the corner like a bag of potatoes.

The classroom erupted in laughter.

The students were very happy to see someone being lectured by the teacher, especially Da Sanko Witko, who as a repeater, had no friends in the class, none of them.

Someone was shouting loudly: "Teacher Fern Leaf, I think he will affect my learning when he stands behind!" ”

"Yes, he should be kicked out!"

"He smells of spotted hyenas!"

……

The old smoker has his own educational philosophy, and he thinks that students should worship the strong and despise the weak as they do now.

The world is like this, survival of the fittest!

"Fern Leaf Sensei, I'm not a waste!" Da Sanko Witko shouted at the back of the old smoking gun: "If you want to get ahead, you can't only study!" ”

The old smoker Huo Ran turned around and looked coldly at Da Sanko Witko.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and Da-Sanko Witko had the feeling that the old smoking gun was going to kill him in the next second.

"Reading is not your only way out, but for this country, knowledge is the only way out - Da Sanko Witko, get out of my classroom, never let me see you again!"

"Did I put down my gun and pick up my book because I was afraid of death, or because I wanted to be lazy?"