Classes, after the arts and sciences are divided into classes, the first class is the science class, and the second and third classes are the liberal arts class. Gou Yuren observed and analyzed the scores of the student's report card, and found that Jia Zheng's grades in the liberal arts were excellent, so he found him, touched his head twice, and said, what about the baby, your total score in Chinese accounts for a large proportion, you read the liberal arts class, Jia Zhengzheng smiled hehe. Later, Jia Zhengjing won the top prize in liberal arts in the college entrance examination. In the past, Gou Yuren had the grace of knowing Jia Zhengjing, but now it is Jia Zhengjing's turn to be better than the blue.

Jia Zhengjing said: "Please enter the urn, I have already imagined the place for him to go, tailor-made." You transferred him to a small village called Jianshan Village ten miles away, with high mountains and long roads, deep water and deep ditches. There is only one female teacher there, and she is an educated youth who is willing to teach. Men and women match, work is not tiring, not to mention good things come in pairs, the good show is ahead. Gou Yuren took a look at Jia Zhengzheng's head, there was thick black hair on it, he didn't expect this brain to have such careful thinking and planning, and he couldn't help but click on his bald head.

This Gou educates, you don't want to look at him, that is, when he was young, he was thin, but he loved to wear a hat, like a hat on a bamboo pole, he was still walking with his head down at any time, and his head was spinning at any time. He read some biographies of generals. It is said that there is a general who likes to chew dried soybeans and think about problems. One day, a war report came, he squinted, drowsy, the staff officer carefully read the battle report, our army in the pursuit of the defeated deserters, how many small cars, how many carts, how many pistols, how many spears, the general bounced up from his seat, and said in a crazy voice: "Well, there are more small cars than big cars, and there are more pistols than long guns, pass on my password, this is the command organ of the enemy's Liao Yaoxiang department, we must concentrate superior forces to pursue and destroy and behead them." The rear subordinates obeyed the order, annihilated the remnants of the enemy, and captured Liao Yaoxiang alive. Fought a fairy battle and became a classic battle example, and he was very inspired.

The form of serving the content is still needed. The next day, the Education Bureau held a meeting to study the issue of teacher support, Gou Yuren was speaking, he said: "Ah, this, the selection of excellent teachers to support teaching is an important carrier of fair education, and it is a strategic measure for the education administration department to improve the quality of education and serve the overall situation." It is necessary to do a good job in this work from the high plane of stressing politics. Those who perform well will be promoted, and those who do not go to the front line to teach without reason will be educated until they are disciplined." On the tail of the attached list, Zhang Deyu's name naturally appeared.

Within a few days, the news that Zhang Deyu was going to teach spread in the school. Almost no one knows what happened, they are congratulating Zhang Deyu on being promoted, his second monk is confused, and he has a vague premonition that something is wrong, he wants to find out what medicine is in this gourd, and insists on going to find Gou Yuren, there must be a sentence, but the chief can be seen casually. Gou Yuren arranged for the head of the discipline inspection team to receive him, and Gou Yuren wanted to suppress him, and he had already figured it out, so Sheng Kaichun said with a straight face: "Lao Zhang, you are a brick, let it be organized, you will not be angry when you go to the toilet, and you don't like it when you go to the balcony." Tell me, you, a few years of Jiri baby, what price can you talk about, illness from the mouth, disaster from the mouth, people under the eaves, have to bow their heads, legs and stomachs can't twist the big crotch, fierce generals will be killed, you don't know these truths, do you still need to use a hammer to ring the gong, do you want me to tell you about the pole and the branches, and the branches and leaves and leaves?" Zhang Deyu said, "Kill or wake people up, then I won't go, some people gnaw me, even if they bite, it's just a big scar in the bowl, what's the big deal." Sheng Kai's tone softened a little, and said: "What do you say, insulting Sven, insulting Sven, the food is eaten in the brain, the book is read in the stomach, what attitude do you have, push open the window and say bright words, if you don't go, there will be no good fruit to eat." You have to obey, this thing is developing and changing, it's not a step back and the sky, but the sky is high and the birds fly, you are actually a dive, you look at the plane, to reach a new height, you have to lower it first, and then take off. If you look at badminton, you have to play it early before you can fly. It's gilded to go down to teach, the number of places is limited, and many people are vying to go, you fool three sticks can't do it."

Gou Wenren later asked about the situation of Sheng Kai's conversation, and thought to himself, this drive the donkey uphill, someone must be in front of the rope to drive, someone must be pushed with the shoulder in the back, and someone must be beaten with a stick in the middle, which is a systematic project, and comprehensive management is needed in order to make the oxen go down the furrow. This kind of human work, sometimes, you have to give a drag on your head, and you have to give a candy in your hand.

Killing, a way to kill is stick killing, that is, trying to beat people to death with a stick, this kind of killing method is reckless and direct, without much technical content, is a relatively low-level and vulgar method. So, they are still saying that killing people will wake people up. There is also a way to kill. There were no airplanes before, and people longed for a pair of wings that could fly freely in the blue sky like a bird. The bald old Zhou tied a feather burden on his two arms, when the wings, he wanted to fly, he set up a ladder, climbed up, spread his arms, and flew like a glide from the top to the top, at first, he flew down at six steps of the ladder, and then he flew down the ladder step by step, and gradually flew down the ladder position of ten steps. His neighbor, Lao Wang, had already coveted his wife, and wished there was some way to kill this restless whim. Next door Lao Wang said to Lao Zhou: "Your technical kung fu is really amazing, but let more people know your kung fu, although it is said that the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but in fact, climb high and move, the arm is not lengthened, and the person who sees it is far away, and the wind is blowing, the sound is not adding to the disease, and the person who hears it is Zhang, you want to blow." Is this okay, just on the day of the Spring Festival, I will set up the stage, and you will show your superb flying art in front of everyone, or you will have art, that is, you will enjoy yourself, as if you have become an emperor for a long time, and only go to return to your hometown at night." Lao Zhou nodded straightly, as if his mouth couldn't contain his saliva, and said, "Oh, that's right, oh, yes, yes, okay, okay, you arrange, I'll cooperate, thank you, thank you." Sure enough, when he performed that day, the red carpet on the ground, the crowd of people, the gongs and drums lifted the sky, the red flag was displayed, Lao Zhou tied his feathers, in the thunder of the scene, he climbed to the nineteen steps of the ladder, the crowd that was organized on the scene cheered, to witness the demeanor of the warrior flying into the sky, usually he can fly down from the nineteen steps at most, at this time, his blood is boiling, as if there is a magical power, lifting him up, he stood on the nineteen steps, he felt that he had to take advantage of the momentum, and then follow the trend, two steps, Twenty-one steps, everyone cheered, expecting him to climb up again, he stopped, looked down, the black crowd, below there was the chief who came to command the flying sky, there were also beautiful women like peach blossoms, he couldn't bear the rod, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and he was about to climb up, his wife saw it, knew that he was inflated, hurriedly followed, dragged him back, and said, "Old dog's day, it's terrible, don't be fooled", he looked back, and thought to himself, what are you, woman's opinion, No one can stop me Lao Zhou's upward path, the two of them, how can they be a stepping stone, kicking the woman away. When he had climbed the twenty-three steps, he opened his chest, the spring breeze was blowing, and when he looked down, there were waves of people cheering and cheering below. He squatted down first, a pestle, ejected, he stretched his wings, like a peacock opening the screen, flying and flying, a parabola, and then fell rapidly, oh Huo, planted into the mud, the bald old Zhou's body was almost twisted, there was no wind in his nose, the audience was silent, the woman came up and hugged his corpse, and said: "Dog, you just can't stand the blow, this is a trick, you can't bear the rod, you should suffer, this ha, you know that the bun is made of noodles." This, and later, his beautiful wife was officially committed to the old king next door.

That's the only way, Zhang Deyu rolled up to Jianshan Village with a cover on his back. After arriving, he learned that there was only one female teacher in the school, and he was a little happy and a little sad. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't fully understand what was going on, he thought about it and wanted to turn around, there was still a female teacher here, or else in this wild mountain village, the ghosts would have beaten people to death.

He took a look at Wu Qionghua, who volunteered to teach. The man was so plump that the buttons of his clothes were so tightened that even with all his best efforts, it was difficult to wrap the tender flesh, which was always squeezing out of the gaps. This person, to be honest, doesn't seem to be a person, not that he is a heavenly immortal, but clearly an objective existence of a sexy flesh mass. He didn't know why people liked skinny women. Some people too, no positive energy at all. Besides, it is Wu Qionghua's lips, which are clearly not Yin Tao's small mouth, and I don't know why a woman must have a cherry small mouth to be beautiful. The skin of the mouth, which is a finger thick, is painted with lipstick, as bright as a peach blossom, and like a rose, like a wonderful translation or reproduction. Her presence is not without a sense of sexuality all the time. Zhang Deyu's reason and emotion are entangled. He felt that there was always something inexplicable and vague, and he talked about how such a good fat meat got to his mouth, whether it was a carefully set trap for him to jump into the pit, or a cleverly arranged yellow trap, and he took the initiative to drill into the trap. For a while, I thought that this was an opportunity, and if I thought too much, if I didn't, I would waste the opportunity, and I would be a fool. This, maybe you will regret it in the future, others have intentionally or unintentionally sent fat to their mouths, but they are so naïve that they don't know how to open their mouths, and they don't understand the amorous feelings. He weighed, hesitated, suffered, struggled.

Reason told him not to get caught up in this problem. His old man told him before that a man is all his life for two chins, the upper mouth, not worried that you can't eat enough, but worried about your jaw accident. In your life, as long as you don't go to the wrong bed, don't pretend to have the wrong money, and don't stand in the wrong line, you won't have a big event, and peace is peace.

But at night in this mountain village elementary school, there were only him and Wu Qionghua, the two of them were like a desert island, and they had nothing to do with the outside world even if they did. His vigilant rope is constantly facing the shackles of wild horses. At noon, Wu Qionghua brought him food, and when he met at the narrow door, he clearly felt the huge alluring energy emitted by the two meat balls on her chest, as well as the power of Wu Qionghua's collision with the meat and eggs, intentionally or unintentionally, when she passed by him, it was that little friction, and it was about to rub a spark, ah, it was not just a spark, it was a fulcrum, oh, didn't there be a saying, as long as he was given a fulcrum, he would pry the earth. After a while, reason overcame emotion again, and he stared blankly at it, thinking about it, he was a little like a donkey, leisurely, and he didn't think about it.

The primary school in the mountain village is indeed too simple. His bedroom was separated from Wu Qionghua's bedroom by a simple fence, and the soil on the fence had already fallen off a little, and some small holes appeared in the fence. When Wu Qionghua saw a man, her heart was beating suddenly, as if a rabbit was hitting his chest, she smiled shyly, lying on the side of the couch, how could she allow others to snore. His face was like a red glow floating from the sky, and he smiled and bit his lip, and pasted white paper on those small holes. Zhang Deyu looked at it and smiled, thinking, I, I have never seen any strong winds and waves in my life, will I still capsize in the gutter, it's just a little trick, there are no three hundred taels of silver here, and the second sister-in-law next door has not stolen it. In the winter mountain village, the cold wind howls angrily, and the whining of foxes can be heard from time to time in the distance. Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's Wu Qionghua, anyway, it made that layer of tissue paper broken, and Wu Qionghua insisted that Zhang Deyu broke it. Zhang Deyu still has some.