This night's sleep was the most solid and soundest sleep in more than a month that Niu Er had passed.

I forgot to make a dream of YY.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt refreshed and full of strength.

The first month of being in a messy mood and having no bottom in my heart has finally passed. Now everything has a clear eyebrow, a fixed number, a progress, and a plan. He felt as if his whole person had come back to life, and his two feet had finally stepped on this new and solid earth.

According to the habit of going to school in my previous life, most of the time after getting up every morning was the time for Niu Er to memorize words, memorize those words that must be memorized, and even memorize some history and geography and other must-memorize content.

He just tried to memorize his favorite "On the Passage of Qin", and quickly regained the feeling and memory of his high school days in his previous life.

If he doesn't have a textbook in hand, he can still recite some classic sentences or even certain paragraphs. But it is not possible to memorize the whole text in its entirety, or to understand certain words and phrases precisely.

In less than twenty minutes, he not only recited the full text word for word, but even the explanations of some words and sentences that he had forgotten regained his memory under the prompting of the annotations.

Then he tried to memorize "Shi Shuo" and "Persuasion", and tried to translate and explain. The two short essays were also completed in less than 20 minutes.

First of all, it should be said that the foundation of a scholar is like a widow giving birth to a child, which is originally very rich and solid.

The second is that the memory of teenagers is very strong. He had a deep understanding of this in his previous life, and he was even more amazed at this time.

It's just that there are very few people like him who have the opportunity to regain those memories and often don't take the initiative to try them.

Foreign languages are still used after graduate school and work, especially some must-read or interesting foreign language books and even original soundtracks and movies that he loves to watch very much, which strengthens what he has learned. His foreign language skills were even better than when he was in school. So he just needs to go through the grammar and other knowledge points that he must master, and make up for it a little.

Just such a small toss, Niu Er's confidence has been greatly enhanced.

Encouraged by this, he made an exception and took out his math textbook.

Just stared at it for ten minutes and he knew that he actually knew everything.

Once the floodgates of memory are opened, you only need to dredge some places that are not very smooth, sort out the whole system again, straighten out some problems and logical relationships, and the tide of memory will pour out.

Adult comprehension, coupled with the awakening of the memories of the academic bully in adolescence......

The cow floated.

The floating goods often have the illusion that Lao Tzu is the best in the world. So the first in the world came to the bookshelf to see if the original owner had any textbooks for the third year of high school.

The textbooks for the third year of high school were not found, but he turned out a bound compilation of previous college entrance examination questions.

Another forty minutes passed.

Niu Er finally sat up straight.

His face was flushed and his eyes were shining......

I just sat there for a moment. I saw that he casually compiled this set of college entrance examination questions into the air and threw it so hard, and then immediately stood up, faced the brilliant morning sun, held his head high, puffed up his chest, and strode out.

Originally, he wanted to laugh three times.

I was worried that early in the morning, the neighbors would mistakenly think that he was fine and mentally ill, so I gave up.

He wants to help his mother chop pig food, cook pig food, and feed the pigs.

Two big fat pigs and a big sow, the amount of food is very amazing.

The hardest thing in the family is my mother.

No mother in the village is as hard and fierce as her own mother.

Not to mention the courage to carry a load full of vegetables and dare to set foot on the mountain road for more than an hour alone.

......

This Saturday and Sunday, Niu Er never read at home again.

In the future, it is enough to use the class time to review the textbook and synchronize with the progress of each subject in the class.

After school on Monday evening, he couldn't wait to run to the Shenzhou bookstore.

The September issue of "Meng Xin" has been on sale for more than a week, and there should be some that should come.

When he pushed open the door of the bookstore and entered, he was immediately dumbfounded.

On the left and right sides and directly in front of you, are counters. Behind the counter are shelves of books.

Where is what he thinks, he can choose from it, he can sit on the ground everywhere and look at it, and he can watch it as long as he wants.

Where did he think, racks and magazines of newspapers and magazines.

Niu Er reluctantly walked around the bookstore twice, and finally pushed the door and left in disappointment.

He then walked around the center of town a few more times, and as expected, there was not a single newsstand.

Silk...... Niu Er gasped.

This kind of place is really not a place for people!

I felt sorry for Teacher Wu Juanjuan for three minutes, four minutes.

......

At this time, on the open and flat field in front of the Leopard Slope Production Brigade, a flatbed carriage had just stopped. The carriage was full of men and women who had just returned from work in the fields.

After the others got out of the car, they carried shovels, pickaxes, hoes and other farm tools and went straight back to their homes. Niuer's father held his hands behind his back, hunched his back slightly, shook the big man who was half a head taller than Niuer, and shook into the team headquarters.

If it weren't for the fact that Mother Niu was too short......

What to say, tell the truth.

Although Mother Niu is a well-known beauty within a radius of 100 miles, her figure is not fat or thin, and she is very standard and well-proportioned, and the proportions are like the golden section, and she can't find the slightest fault, but this big beauty is too short, less than 1.6 meters.

According to the insider's observation, the height of the cow's mother will not exceed 1.57 meters when killed.

Otherwise, Niu Er's height will never be only 1.8 meters, and Niu Er's sister will never be only 1.64 meters.

It's like a bandit's den in the deep mountains and old forests. The cottage can be shabby, and the brothers can have no money in their hands, but the boss's façade must be a little domineering, and he must be vigorous.

Although Daddy Niu doesn't have a separate office, as long as he is in the spacious brigade headquarters, there will always be at least one errand runner for him to support, and then boil him water to make tea or something.

Today, the one who stayed at the brigade headquarters for Niu's father was an old aunt. When she saw Father Niu wandering into the house a little tired, she immediately filled the stove with a handful of dry wood.

When the water boiled, the old aunt picked up the teapot and made tea for Niu's father......

"Bang!"

Daddy Cow slammed his fist into his big, shabby table. The old aunt shook her hands in fright, and spilled some water on the table.

"This dog day, you dare to scold my son for being a cow hooligan! You are a bull hooligan, your whole family is a cow hooligan!"

The old aunt glanced at Daddy Niu. Seeing that he was still staring at the newspaper, he didn't care about himself at all, and he didn't react to the water spilled on the table, so he turned around and took a rag and began to wipe it.

"This dog's day is even more hateful! What kind of era is it, and there are still hats and sticks everywhere. If my son is reactionary, you are ignorant and unconscionable!"

The old aunt understood that Niu's father was competing with the newspaper and fighting for his son. After wiping the table, I tiptoed back to the tea stove and continued to look at the fire and the teapot.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

"This writer is talking about people...... He didn't look at whose seed it was!"

"That's right, that's right! My son's talent is not comparable to that of those ordinary pen-trickers. My son was born a genius, and sooner or later he will have to do it!"

......

The Office of the Editor-in-Chief of "Meng Xin" Magazine.

The editor-in-chief, Murong Guang, looked at the newspaper, and Wen Changtian sat opposite the boss's desk, silent.

"What do you think of these two articles that directly scold? ”

Murong Guang's speed of seeing things is very fast, and the speed of digestion and comprehension is even more amazing.

"I think nine times out of ten, "September" and "Eagle Flying" did it. ”

"Well, go ahead. ”

Murong Guang put down the newspaper and took a sip of tea. Then he threw Wen Changtian a cigarette, and he lit one himself.

Wen Changtian also lit the cigarette, and while lighting the cigarette, he was sorting out the language.

"In the past few years, our circulation has caught up, leaving behind a bunch of old qualifications. The momentum in the past two years has also been fierce, directly posing a threat to the top three "September" and the top two "Flying Eagle". ”

Murong Guang held a cigarette and looked at Wen Changtian and smiled, a very proud smile.