"Da Lang, you're going to school today, get up ...... hurry up" This is Xinjiazhuang's famous high-pitched performance, whenever this voice sounds, the whole Xinjiazhuang will be ten thousand dogs and birds.

However, even though the mother called so loudly, the baby lying under the bed still closed her eyes. Xin Yu can swear to the sky that at this moment, he is definitely not pretending to be asleep, but really not waking up. I was really too excited last night, which caused me to exercise too much and was tired...... Well, Xin Yu is only four years old this year, and if you want to be crooked, please face the wall.

As for such a loud voice, he couldn't wake up Xin Yu, mainly because, since he was one year old when he was able to move freely, he wantonly moved his good body, went down to the river to touch fish and shrimp, went up to the tree to dig out bird eggs, and he had to try anything that he had never played in his previous life, and he had to play enough. As a result, his mother had the opportunity to show Pavarotti's angry voice every day, and now it has been a thousand days and nights, Xin Yu has long since changed from the high note to the ear, to the realm of his strong Qingfeng Foshan Gang.

Speaking of which, Xin Yu is still a good doll who is eager to go to school, and he is not tired of school at all. He had never been to school in his previous life, so he had high expectations for going to school, and he was so envious that he watched the big brothers in the village go to school every day. So when his father Xin Daqiang told him last night that Uncle Xin Zhiran, the private school gentleman, was willing to accept him as a young schoolboy, he was so excited that he turned his head on the bed again and again, if it wasn't for the fact that he was beaten several times by the old lady Pan Guihua, I am afraid that he would not be able to stop all night. However, his spirits were so high that he couldn't sleep for a long time even when he was quiet, and it was understandable that he overslept.

Xin Yu was picked up by the old lady like a chicken, and every time he thought of the old lady's rough godson style, he felt extremely painful. Don't look at Pan Guihua looks petite and delicate, and she talks softly to the people in the village, but she can punish her son, which is called a cruelty. Put Xin Yu's previous life, which is definitely enough to say that it is a criminal offense. Xin Yu often has a scarlet belly, is this your own son, you don't need such a deep hatred, right? Can the spanking stick be a little thinner? Can the strength of twisting the ears be a little less? As for the voice...... The so-called entering the room of Youlan, without smelling its fragrance for a long time, it doesn't matter, anyway, Xin Yu is already immune.

After a simple breakfast, Xin Yu put on a set of linen clothes with the fewest patches, and after making a mischievous grimace at the old lady, he immediately galloped out of the house.

Walking happily on the country road, Xin Yu never felt that the scenery of the fields on both sides of the road was so beautiful, and the farmers in the morning light became cute.

"Second uncle, it's early. Through the mist, it was vaguely recognizable that it was the second uncle of the neighbor who was carrying the hoe in front of him, Xin Yu greeted happily.

"Yo, Ah Man got up so early today, where is this peeling?" The second uncle's already wrinkled face looked more like dry old bark when he smiled. But Xin Yu is in a good mood today, and he doesn't feel too scary when he looks at it, and he doesn't even feel unpleasant to hear his favorite nickname in the past, and replied very happily: "Second uncle, I'm going to school today." ”

"Hehe, no wonder it's so early, be careful. The second uncle's smiling face and care were a little strange, but Xin Yu, who was excited, didn't notice it.

As he walked, Xin Yu suddenly felt that something was wrong, because everyone he met was surprised that he got up early, but none of them thought that he was going to school at a glance, which made him a little confused.

Should you carry a schoolbag? It seems that the other children in the Zhuangzi don't have schoolbags? The paper in this world seems to be very expensive, and the children of the Zhuangzi all use a sand table to practice calligraphy, and there are no books at all, and ordinary Zhuanghu does not pay attention to buying a schoolbag, right? Or is it too early to go to school at the age of four? However, isn't the baby of the farmer's family also educated at the age of four? Xin Yu can't figure out what a child who goes to school should be like.

The private school was in the owner's house, not far from Xin Yu's house, and he used to come to lie in the cracks of the wooden wall to watch. Moreover, the gentleman of the private school is the farmer in the Zhuangzi, and everyone knows each other very well, and he doesn't need his parents to accompany him to report at all. At Xin Yu's speed, he arrived at the door of the private school in a blink of an eye. However, something is not good that it seems to be Mr. Uncle who is standing at the door with a straight face. Looking at the children who were humming and doing "morning forging" in the yard, Xin Yu finally knew why everyone's smiles were so strange.

"Good morning, sir!" Xin Yu, who found that he was late, was a little apprehensive, and even owed Hong Liang the greeting that had been rehearsed in his head last night.

"I was late for the first day of school and put my hand out. Mr. Xin Zhiran grabbed Xin Yu's hand very unceremoniously, and then picked up the ring ruler and fought.

The "popping" sound of hitting the board was very loud, but Xin Yu didn't feel any pain. It turned out that Mr. had a lot of experience in playing the hand board, and the ring ruler was raised high, and it fell down fiercely, but when it touched the palm of his hand, it was gentle. He took it for granted that the uncle was soft-hearted, but in order to maintain his majesty in the hearts of the students, he deliberately made a show.

As everyone knows, Xin Zhiran is also strange in his heart, in fact, every newly enrolled child, even if he does not make a mistake, he will find an opportunity to "kill the stick", so as not to make these little babies difficult to discipline because they are too familiar. However, there has never been a child who does not cry when he is taught a lesson, and there is no child who still squeezes his eyebrows at him when he is beaten.

The reason for this is that Xin Yu himself misestimated his "anti-blow" ability. In his previous life, because of physical reasons, he tried to avoid ordinary collisions, not to mention being beaten. And in this life, he was fed up with the suffering of frailty in his previous life, so since he was born, he has practiced Tu Na Kung Fu diligently, and when he can move, he will not stop polishing his body. In addition, he often climbs and rolls up and down the mountain, and his body is more sturdy than a four-year-old should be, which may be due to the fact that the bones have not grown, which may be inferior to adults, but definitely more solid than ordinary ten-year-old children.

Pan Guihua has a deep understanding of this, and the family law is in place. Therefore, the spanking stick is naturally a little bigger, and the strength to twist the ears is naturally a little heavier.

There are so many children in Zhuangzi, Xin Yu has no chance to fight with a peer, naturally he doesn't know how strong his body is, and he doesn't know how "resistant to beating" he is. So Mr. Xin Yuchao smiled gratefully.

Sometimes the consequences of expressing wrong feelings are serious, in Xin Zhiran's opinion, it is not gratitude, it is a provocation of Hongguoguo. So Xin Yu was tragic, the ring ruler was still raised high, the fall was still fierce, and the strength of hitting the palm of his hand became heavy. Although the uncle was a little more "gentle" than Pan Guihua because he was afraid of beating up the child, after a few boards, Xin Yu's right hand was swollen like a steamed bun.

Xin Yu was not afraid of this kind of numbness and pain, and did not cry and beg for mercy like other children. Of course, being beaten like that, anyone will feel very painful, Xin Yu is not a masochist, and naturally he will not like pain because he has not suffered a crime in his previous life, but he has been beaten by his mother twice in three days, and he is used to it. However, the pain in the palm of his hand reminded him that the gentleman was definitely not merciful.

Perhaps conquered by Xin Yu's stubborn expression of enduring pain, Xin Zhiran stopped the corporal punishment after hitting his palms ten times, and then reprimanded: "Remember to be early next time, you know? ”

"Got it, sir. "Xin Yu is a little aggrieved, the sun hasn't risen yet, is it too late? However, he also knows that he can't reason with Mr. and talk about human rights, Dad has already mentioned his face last night, in the school, Mr. is the authority, here Xin Zhiran is no longer the amiable uncle, but the uncle who has the right to corporal punishment, and he must not be a nephew when he should pretend to be a grandson.

The first lesson of the first day made Xin Yu understand that going to school is definitely not as good as he imagined, and the school in feudal society is not beautiful. The beating and punishment station is just the beginning, and when the sun rises and the earth is clear, the formal course makes Xin Yu feel that life is worse than death.

There was no blackboard, so he dipped a brush in water and wrote a few words on the wall quickly, and then taught everyone to memorize them, and then ...... And the water dried. This method of teaching has high requirements for instantaneous memory, and often a word has to be taught several times.

The characters of this world, or the characters of Xin Yu's civilization, were developed from hieroglyphs, and they are also square characters, but there is a big difference between reading and writing and Chinese characters. Despite this, with Xin Yu's adult thinking and super memory, Mr. can remember it as long as he speaks it once, and he can also write independently in the sand table on the desk.

Supposedly, the smart little pot friend always deserves to be praised, right? Xin Yu thinks so, he needs to reverse his bad impression of him. In fact, he thinks well, no matter which planet the teacher is, he will like smart students.

But everything is broken on this but. Xin Yu has the memories of his previous life, but his emotional intelligence in his previous life is just like that, and everything about his sophistication is derived from film and television works, and they are all experiences that have been processed by art. Even if many of them are truths, for Xin Yu, they are shallow on paper, and they never know that they have to do it.

Clever kids and teachers like it, but why are you yelling loudly? Isn't that disrupting the order of the classroom? So the four-year-old freshman was unlucky again, and his unsinful left hand was not counted as a misfortune, and he was strictly asked to sit on a low stool and not to move.

Xin Yu, who had been in turmoil for four years, suffered a big crime now, and was confined there all of a sudden, even more uncomfortable than being strictly protected in his previous life, and the bones on his body were like countless ants being afraid, and the itchy taste was even worse than being beaten by the board.

What made Xin Yu feel uncomfortable the most was that this class lasted for a whole day, except for being let out at noon and booing, there was no so-called recess. All day, all day, this is the destruction of the flower bones, yes is the destruction. Xin Yu was indignant.

What makes Xin Yu even more unbearable is that although it is difficult to sit still, the taste of hunger is even more difficult.

Xinjiazhuang is a standard poor country, and the richest farmer's family only has two meals a day, not to mention the Xinyu family. And in the morning, a small bowl of vegetable soup and a baby's fist-sized nest head, I felt full when I ate it, but I digested it before the third pole of the day. In the past, Xin Yu could go to the field or the woods to eat, but now he was confined to the classroom, trying to learn to read, and at the same time he had to listen to his stomach ringing, no matter how he listened, the cooing tunes were full of sad tunes.

On this day, Xin Yu, a freshman, was beaten, scolded, restrained and starved, which completely destroyed Xin Yu's beautiful yearning for school. The only gain is that through inducement, Mr. Jean gave him the correct name "Xin Yu", of course, fortunately he was born in Xinjiazhuang, although this Xin and the meaning of Xin in the previous life is different, but the pronunciation is the same, to continue the name of the previous life, or Xin Yu feels a little gratified.