The devil is one foot taller, and the Tao is one foot taller.

Guan Youshou defeated evil with a candied haw.

"Dad, you bully me next time, I'll let my mother pinch you."

Learned badly.

His little cotton jacket is really bad!

"Hiss, you don't say that your father doesn't feel the pain yet." Guan Youshou frowned and slowly lifted up the corner of his right clothes, "I guess it's swollen."

Guan Ping'an was so scared that he rushed to his right and kept shouting, "How is it? It hurts when it twists, or it hurts when it comes to thrusting? Is it broken? "

Guan Youshou picked up his daughter with one hand and laughed out loud.

"Dad, you're cheating~"

"Son, tell your sister what is this called?"

Guan Tianyou, who was so happy that he giggled, blurted out, "He killed someone by tying a knife."

Guan Youshou: "..."

Now it was Guan Ping'an's turn to laugh out loud.

There is one more trick to get away from the thirty-six strategies.

The brother and sister forced this idea.

Even though it was cold outside, the brother and sister who were so tired that they were so tired that they waited for darkness and accompanied them to escort Ye Xiuhe to "go to the expedition".

Ma Family Ancestral Hall.

The new classroom where wooden boards were temporarily set up as desks was already crowded, and not only people under the age of 40 in the village came one after another.

A bonfire lit in the yard was also surrounded by a group of old men chatting in the clouds and fog. Many children were playing with the snow that was swept through.

And the room opposite is not inferior to the outside.

He said he was here to read and read, but at first glance, he always worked on the big kang in the team courtyard, especially the old and young women were doing needlework in their hands.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuhe glared at the three of them in annoyance, insisting that she bring her needlework basket, look... everyone brought something.

A joke?!

"Come here, we're here."

Ye Xiaofeng's loud voice finally rescued Guan Youshou and his three sons.

"An An~" Ma Wuya's head came out from behind her sisters, waved her little arms and waved her hand, "I'm here, come quickly~"

"Sister Wu Ya, you are here too~"

"And I'm there~" Liang Zhihong also stood up from the side, lit up his voice, and the noise was a little loud. She was slapped by her mother and ran out in a daze.

Guan Youshou laughed and patted his daughter's hat, "Go and have fun."

As soon as Guan Ping'an ran away, Guan Tianyou had many friends. Before Guan Youshou could turn around, he was dragged away by Ma Zhenzhong.

The two brothers whispered each other, but Guan Youshou avoided Mr. Guan in front of the bonfire at the right time, and the three brothers Guan Youfu who were about to step forward.

Ye Xiuhe is not so lucky.

Ye Xiaofeng and the others followed the agreement and took the lead in grabbing a good position in the corner of the wall, but could not stop Liu Chunhua, who was already familiar.

Fortunately, before I could say a few more words, the old accountant shouted that he was going to class, and even knocked on the broken bucket a few times.

Consistent with their guess, Zhao Chuanyuan's wife Wang Qiaojuan indeed stood in front of a blackboard and placed her hands on the podium on a large table.

Although her surname is Wang, her mother's family is not from Wangjiazhuang. She usually does not visit her village, but it does not affect everyone's familiarity with her at all.

Miao Cuihua, who was the director of women, came in first to explain, "This is your teacher. In the future, I will call Teacher Wang in class. If you don't know anything, just ask you Teacher Wang."

As she said that, she clapped her hands and said, "Come on, everyone shouted Hello, Teacher Wang."

As a result, the old and young women were all happy and shouted to Teacher Wang all the time. They were scolded by Miao Cuihua before they calmed down a little.

But the young wife is still a little bit weak and can't help but be unable to save the situation.

Now, Miao Cuihua turned around and left.

Another aunt asked her if she was here, who would take care of the child? Seeing this, Wang Qiaojuan didn't dare to speak too much, so she went straight to the point and taught her new words.

And the old and young men sitting in the rows opposite are much more particular.

First, the child likes to be a mother when it’s dark; second, someone talks nonsense. So, as soon as he stands in front, he writes a big "horse" on the blackboard.

"Do you know what this is?"

When my buddy asked, Ma Zhenzhong answered.

"horse!"

"Yes! Our little classmates are good, we all know each other, it's not easy."

The two generals of Hum and Ha made everyone laugh.

Guan Youshou raised his hands, "In our first class today, let's first know everyone's name. There are 1,500 words, let's start with it."

Most of the old and young men here are over thirty years old, and their memory is definitely not as good as that of children. In addition, they are all busy, so they really don’t expect to learn 1,500 words in the short term.

But what to say?

When a monk rings the bell every day.

Unlike the lesbian opposite, Wang Qiaojuan is responsible for giving lectures, there are many men in the team who are educated and competent, not to mention the fourth child who graduated from junior high school.

Just like Zhao Chuanyuan, Ma Zhenzhong, and the son of the captain and clerk, who were close to his age, they were all cultural people who had actually attended private schools.

Guan Youshou knew the reason why he recommended him to come up on the first day. In the final analysis, between the Ma and Zhao families, he was lubricant.

There are a few things that represent the meaning of several foreign households.

But no matter who will give a lecture after tonight, Guan Youshou still hopes that he will ring the bell for one day, these people can remember the sound of wooden fish.

It’s no longer just to deal with the team’s tasks, but to be able to really write out one’s own name, or even write out one’s names of one’s own family.

People in the world say that it is better to know people than to know literacy.

But tell me, you don’t even know your own name, and you just press your handprints when doing anything. What if you turn around and get sold?

The long night was long, and the strong wind began to whistle with snowflakes, whistling everyone, shaking their necks and ending the bonfire.

Gradually, the idle people outside the house also left in groups of three or five.

Uncle Guan stood up and stomped his frozen feet, glanced at his familiar and unfamiliar son on the podium again, and turned around and followed Uncle Liang out of the yard.

When did such a small man stand in front of him, with his hands on his back, and said to him seriously, Dad, I want to go to school...

Why did I refuse at the beginning?

Maybe it's because of my son's sake.

If the child says dad, I want to go to school, maybe it’s another matter.

The villain has the right idea.

Logically, you shouldn’t be happy if you are me? But you really can’t like it from the bottom of your heart. The more capable the child is, how stupid he is?

If he could understand the eyes of others at the age of three, how could his family be destroyed? If he could arrange his own way out at the age of five, how could he become a slave?

I knew I shouldn't blame this son, but why did I take my anger again and again? By the way, those people made a few words of praise, and compared to the boss who looked like him, he became more and more afraid.

I am afraid that this son will follow the roots of the Liu family, that this son will be too much stronger than the eldest, and that I am even more afraid that this son will look at him occasionally.

What's that look?

There is no intimacy when the boss sees him, nor the awe when the second brother sees him. This son is more like a noble master, just so careless.

A gentle glance.

Even though my son often has a very respectful attitude.

But he knew that this son looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

That's how a little person is. Is it wrong for him to suppress the child?

In fact, at that moment, as long as the son lowered his head slightly and begged him to go to school, he would really be soft-hearted to agree.

"Are you back?"

Mr. Guan rubbed his hands, which were a little stiff due to the cold, "It's so cold. At this time in previous years, the third brother had already started to do it..."

Aunt Guan paused.
Chapter completed!