Just when Fang Yuan and the onlookers outside were about to watch the excitement, the inside of the toilet was not so beautiful.

Now there were only five people left in the toilet, and three were squatting on the ground, not knowing where to put their hands.

The other two were standing on the side, and these five people were none other than Cao Xianren's brother and his four followers.

When Fang Yuan was throwing bricks, it happened that Cao Xianren's brother and two followers were squatting in the pit, and the other two were standing on the side waiting.

Coincidentally, the three guys were still squatting next to each other, and the bricks of Fang Yuan were thrown in, and they were immediately flying with urine.

Even more coincidentally, a few half-cut bricks landed just under the pit they were squatting in, and they were not wasted at all, and they all flew to the three of them.

Don't talk about the buttocks, it's like sitting in a septic tank, the cotton pants, the underwear, and the feet are all yellow and cancan.

At this moment, several teachers ran over, and the one running in front was a teacher in his forties, this was Fang Yuan who didn't know him, so he regarded him as a teacher, but in fact he was the head teacher.

"What's going on?" asked the dean as he entered the bathroom.

But he went in faster and came out faster, and as soon as he ran out, he was retching against the wall of the toilet.

I don't know what's going on, looking at so many Xiang in the septic tank, people won't react, but seeing the bursting, yellow Xiang everywhere, ordinary people can't stand it.

The teachers in the back didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the director like this, they didn't dare to go in.

"Tell their families to bring them a set of clothes and if they can, let them take a shower before they come back to school. After retching, the dean said to a teacher.

"Director, which student's parents are you notifying?"

"You won't be able to watch it yourself!

Hearing what the director said, the teacher went in to take a look, and quickly withdrew, but his reaction was the same as that of the dean, and even more serious, because he threw up.

"Teacher Liu, who is it?" another teacher asked the teacher who had just come out.

"Yes...... Vomit...... It was Cao Qian, a few of them. ”

The teacher and the dean of education just glanced at it, not to mention a few guys in the toilet, two guys who had nothing to do just now, and they were about to vomit out their bitter gall.

But the two of them did not dare to go out, because the boss was still squatting on the ground.

However, at this time, the class bell rang, and Fang Yuan could only leave here with everyone and return to the class.

Fang Yuan didn't know how a few of them came out, but it was conceivable that it was impossible to change clothes.

Because it's not just about clothes, if you can wipe it at a little bit, if you can wipe it all over your buttocks, even on your exposed thighs, then how can you wipe it.

Anyway, the people got it back, but a few guys didn't come to school for the next few days.

This is a later story, let's not show it for the time being, let's talk about Fang Yuan first, after returning to the class, the little fat man Wei Sanbao asked, "Boss, how is it?"

"Shhhhh

"Hmm!" the little fat man nodded in agreement, because if he wanted to know, he would soon know.

The school is so big, it's a bit of a big thing, it doesn't take half a day to spread to the whole school, or even to the entire woolen mill family home in less than a day.

The last class was mathematics, and Mr. Hu first taught a few very simple math problems, and then asked everyone to write homework.

This is the case in the first grade, if you teach all three classes a day, it is estimated that it will take less than a month to finish the course.

So most of the time is spent in school doing homework, only a small part of the time is spent studying, don't think that you can't learn things this way, on the contrary, you can write more things this way.

Because while teaching and doing, the impression will be more profound, for example, when Fang Yuan was a child in his previous life, when he was in elementary school, it was basically the same as this, he spent a small part of his time studying, and most of the time was spent writing what he learned that day.

There are no parents to correct homework, and there are no parents to tutor, but the knowledge learned is very practical.

But in the era when Fang Yuan was reborn, students seemed to have endless courses, and they had to go home to write their homework after a day of study, and they didn't know what they were studying for a day.

In elementary school, there are only two courses, even if you add English, there are only three courses, three thin books, if you really learn, it will take less than two months to learn all of them.

But the children seem to be busy all semester, what cram school, what homework, etc., etc., it can be said that it is endless.

Fang Yuan was still lying on his stomach on the table, waiting for the fat man to finish his homework, and it was time for school to get out of school.

There were three classes in the afternoon, and there was still a long time before it got dark, and Fang Yuan and the fat man were waiting at the gate after they came out.

Within a few minutes, the second and third sisters also came over, and the four of them left the school together.

The fat man's house was closer to the school than Fang Yuan's house, and when he walked to the door of the fat man's house, everyone separated, Fang Yuan handed the schoolbag to the third sister and said, "Sister, you help me take the schoolbag back, I have something to go out for a while." ”

"Ahh ”

"No, I'll be back in a moment. Fang Yuan hurriedly waved his hand and said, he couldn't let the third sister follow, let alone let her know what he was going to do.

"Okay! ”

"Hmm!"

After Fang Yuan separated from the second and third sisters, he ran directly to the west gate of the woolen mill, because he was going to Qinghe Street.

Fang Yuan wanted to go to the blacksmith shop to do something, but there was no blacksmith shop here in the family courtyard of the woolen mill, because there was no need to farm here.

The current blacksmith shop, except for the city, is basically making some farm tools or something, so there are only on Qinghe Street.

Passing through the factory, Fang Yuan came to Qinghe Street, he hadn't been here for a while, and Fang Yuan felt that there were fewer people on the street.

In fact, this is normal, because the weather is colder, and the peasants cannot compare with the workers, especially the workers of the woolen mills, and there will definitely be no shortage of clothes to wear, even if they are old and worn.

Farmers don't have that kind of conditions, and in winter, they rarely go out, because they don't have warm clothes, so it can be said that they basically don't go out unless necessary.

At least 90 percent of the children in the woolen mills go to school, but on Qinghe Street, at least 90 percent of the children do not go to school.

It's not that I don't go, but I won't go to school at all, and I don't plan to go to school, the first is that the family conditions don't allow it. Second, when you go to school, there is one less laborer at home.

Of course, the main thing is that there are no conditions, but there is a fee for going to school in this era, two dollars and five cents a semester, and this is still talking about elementary school.

It is no problem for those who earn wages to take out this money, but the peasants are earning a share of their work! At the end of the year, it would be good to be able to share a dozen yuan in addition to a little grain.

And this is still talking about a family, a family earns more than a dozen yuan a year, what do you let him take to send his children to school.

If it is said that a family has one child, it is easy to say, but who does not have three or five, or even seven or eight children!

With so many children, you let him go to school, it is estimated that it is not enough to sell the whole family, and even if you want to sell, someone has to buy it.

The blacksmith shop on Qinghe Street was at the east end of the street, and when he passed by the Qinghe Supply and Marketing Cooperative, Fang Yuan glanced inside, and there was only a salesman, not even a single person to buy something.

In addition, when Fang Yuan passed by the butcher shop, he found that the butcher shop was not open, and it was also, no one usually bought it, let alone at this time.

It wasn't until Fang Yuan came to the blacksmith shop that he breathed a sigh of relief, he was really worried that the blacksmith shop was also closed, in which case Fang Yuan would have to go to the city.

"Hello, master! I want to get something. ”

You don't need a ticket to come to the blacksmith shop to get something, you just need to give money, because iron is cheaper, so things are not expensive.

"Hit what?"

The master in the blacksmith was in his fifties, very thin, but he looked strong, mainly because his two arms were thicker than others.

Now it was freezing and snowy outside, and the master still showed his two arms, but also, the temperature in the blacksmith shop was very high, especially when striking iron.

"That's right, I want to make this thing out of tin sheets. Fang Yuan said as he took out the drawings he had drawn and handed them to the master.

In fact, it is a tin stove for grilling skewers, and this thing will be everywhere in the future generations, and you can make it anywhere.

But now, maybe this master doesn't even know what this thing is, let alone what this thing is for.

"What is this?"

"For fire. Fang Yuan said as he gestured with his hand on the drawing, wanting this master to know better.

Because only if this master knew what this thing was for, he could do it better, of course, Fang Yuan didn't say what this thing was for.

Just tell him where to put the charcoal, how to burn it, and how long, wide and deep.

This master looked like an old blacksmith at a glance, and he quickly understood what Fang Yuan was going to do, and even calculated how many materials he needed.

"Master, I want another hundred sticks. After this master figured it out, Fang Yuan said again.

"Sign?"

"Yes, iron sticks, it's about that. Fang Yuan gestured the length with his hand and said, "One end should be sharp, it doesn't need to be too sharp, and the other end is all over the place." ”

Hearing Fang Yuan say this, this master thought for a moment and asked, "How thick is it?"

"It doesn't have to be too thick, it's about the same as a bicycle strip. ”

Hearing Fang Yuan say this, the master nodded and said, "No problem, when do you want it?"

"Can you do it the day after tomorrow? If you can do it well, I'll come and pick it up the day after tomorrow. ”

"No problem, these two things you make are relatively simple, I can make them for you tomorrow, it's just ......" The master glanced at Fang Yuan.

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PS: The protagonist of this book is participating in an event, if there is a big guy who is rewarding, please reward the protagonist, thank you!