Just when Fangyuan and the onlookers outside were preparing to watch the excitement, things were not so beautiful inside the toilet.

Now there are only five people left in the toilet. Three of them are squatting on the ground, not knowing where to put their hands.

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

When Fangyuan was throwing bricks, Cao Xianren's brother and two followers happened to be squatting in the pit, and the other two were standing aside waiting.

What a coincidence, the three guys were still squatting next to each other, and when bricks were thrown in, they were flying everywhere.

What's more, a few half-bricks fell just under the pit where they were squatting. There was no waste at all, and they all flew to the three of them.

Not to mention the buttocks, it's like sitting in a septic tank. The cotton pants, underwear, and feet are all covered in yellow.

At this moment, several teachers ran over. The one running in front was a teacher in his forties. Fangyuan didn't recognize him, so he mistook him for a teacher. In fact, he was the dean of students.

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

But he went in and came out faster. As soon as he ran out, he was holding on to the toilet wall and retching.

I don’t know why, but people don’t react much when they see so many squid in the septic tank, but when they see the exploding, yellow squid everywhere, most people can’t stand it.

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

"Notify their families and ask them to send them a set of clothes. If conditions permit, let them take a shower before coming to school." After retching, the dean said to a teacher.

"Director, which student's parents should be informed?"

"You can't read it yourself! You're in your grade!"

Hearing what the director said, the teacher bravely went in to take a look and quickly exited. However, his reaction was the same as the director's, or even more serious, because he vomited it out.

"Teacher Liu, who is it?" Another teacher asked the teacher who just came out.

"Yes... vomit... it's Cao Qian and the others."

The teacher and the dean just looked at each other, not to mention the guys in the toilet. The two guys who had nothing to do just now almost vomited out their bile.

But the two of them didn't dare to go out because the boss was still squatting on the ground.

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

Fangyuan didn't know how they got out, but it was conceivable that it was impossible to change clothes.

Because it’s not just about clothes. If you can wipe it a little bit, if it’s all over your butt, or even on your exposed thighs, then how can you wipe it?

Anyway, let’s talk about it anyway! We got it back, but none of the guys came to school in the next few days.

This is something to talk about later, let’s not talk about it for now, let’s talk about Fangyuan first. After returning to the class, the little fat Wei Sanbao asked: "Boss, how are you?"

"Shh!" Fangyuan signaled him to stop talking. There was no way, no one could know that he did this.

"Yes!" The little fat man nodded quickly and agreed, because if he wanted to know, he would know soon.

The school is just such a big place, so something big can spread throughout the entire school within half a day, or even throughout the whole woolen mill family home in less than a day.

The last class was mathematics. Teacher Hu first taught a few simple mathematics questions and then asked everyone to do their homework.

This is the case for the first grade. If we teach three classes a day, it will probably take less than a month to complete the course.

So most of the time is spent doing homework in school, and only a small part of the time is spent studying. Don’t think that you can’t learn anything this way. On the contrary, you can write more things this way.

Because while teaching and doing at the same time, the impression will be more profound. For example, when Fangyuan 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 his time writing what he learned that day.

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There are no parents to correct homework or provide tutoring. On the contrary, the knowledge learned is very solid.

But in the era when Fangyuan was reborn, students seemed to have endless courses to learn. After studying all day, they had to go home and do homework. I didn’t know what they were doing in school all day.

In elementary school, there are only two courses. Even if you include English, there are only three courses. Three thin books. If you really study, you can finish them all in less than two months.

But the children seem to be busy throughout the semester, with cram schools, homework, etc., it can be said to be endless.

Fangyuan was still lying on the table, waiting for Fatty and the others to finish their homework, and it was time for school to end.

There were only three classes in the afternoon, and there was still a long time before dark. Fangyuan and Fatty were waiting at the gate after they came out.

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

Fatty's house was closer to the school than Fangyuan's house. When they reached the door of Fatty's house, everyone separated. Fangyuan handed his schoolbag to the third sister and said, "Sister, please help me take my schoolbag back. I have something to go out for."

Yes."

"Ah! Why are you going? I'm going with you."

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

"Okay! Come back quickly."

"Hmm!"

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

Fangyuan wants to go to the blacksmith's shop to pack some things. There is no blacksmith's shop in the woolen mill's courtyard because there is no need for farming here.

Today's blacksmith shops, except in the city, basically make farm tools and the like, so they are only found on Qinghe Street.

After passing through the factory area, Fangyuan came to Qinghe Street. It had been a while since Fangyuan had been here, and Fangyuan felt that there were fewer people on the street.

In fact, this is normal, because the weather is getting colder, and farmers cannot compare with employees, especially workers in woolen mills. They will never be short of clothes, even if they are older or more worn.

Farmers don't have that kind of conditions. In winter, they rarely go out because they don't have clothes to keep out the cold. It can be said that they basically don't go out unless necessary.

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

It’s not that I won’t go, it’s that I won’t go to school at all, and I don’t plan to go to school. First, family conditions don’t allow it. Second, if I go to school, my family will lose a labor force.

Of course, the main reason is that there are no conditions. In this era, there is a fee to go to school, which is two yuan and fifty cents a semester, and this is still in elementary school.

Those who earn wages have no problem taking out the money, but farmers earn work points! After a busy year, in addition to sharing some grain, it would be good to get a dozen yuan.

And this is talking about a family. If a family earns more than ten yuan a year, what do you ask them to use to send their children to school?

It's okay if a family only has one child, but who has three, five, or even seven or eight children?

If you send so many children to school, it might not be enough to sell the whole house, and even if you want to sell it, someone will still need to buy it.

The blacksmith shop on Qinghe Street is at the east end of the street. When passing by the Qinghe Supply and Marketing Cooperative, Fangyuan took a look inside and saw that there were only salespersons, not even a single buyer.

In addition, when Fangyuan passed by the butcher's shop, he found that the butcher's shop was not open. Normally, no one would buy it, and even less so at this time.

It wasn't until Fangyuan came to the blacksmith shop that he breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that the blacksmith shop would also be closed, and in that case Fangyuan would have no choice but to go to the city.

"Hello, master! I want to pack something."

You don't need a ticket to come to the blacksmith shop to make things, you just need to pay. Because iron is relatively cheap, the things are not expensive.

"What to fight?"

The master in the blacksmith shop is about fifty years old. He is very thin, but he looks very strong. This is mainly because his arms are thicker than others.

It's freezing and snowy outside now, and this master actually exposed his arms, but again, the temperature in the blacksmith shop is very high, especially when blacksmithing.

"That's right, I want to make something like this out of iron sheet." Fang Yuan said as he took out the drawing he drew and handed it to the master.

In fact, it was just an iron stove for skewers. In later generations, these things were everywhere, and you could make them anywhere you wanted.

But now, maybe this master doesn’t even know what it is, let alone what it is used for.

"What is this?"

"For making fires." Fang Yuan said while gesturing on the drawing with his hands, hoping that the master could understand it better.

Because only if the master knows what this thing is used for, he can make it better. Of course, Fangyuan did not say the purpose of this thing.

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

The master looked like an old blacksmith at first sight, and he quickly understood what Fangyuan was going to make, and even calculated how much material would be needed.

"Master, I also want a hundred sticks." After the master figured it out, Fangyuan said again.

"Sign?"

"Yes, the iron pick is about this long." Fang Yuan gestured at the length with his hand and said, "One end should be pointed, not too sharp, and one end should be flat."

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the master thought for a while and asked: "How thick should it be?"

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

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the master nodded and said, "No problem, when do you want it?"

"Can it be done the day after tomorrow? If it can be done, I will come and pick it up the day after tomorrow."

"No problem, the two things you made are relatively simple. I can make them for you tomorrow, but..." The master glanced at Fangyuan.
Chapter completed!