I really didn't want to be a school bully in the old days Chapter 38 Anle, your pig-raising business has been exposed, your fifth uncle is your sixth uncle again
Chapter 38 Anle, your pig-raising business has been exposed, your fifth uncle is your sixth uncle again
"We have to change our approach."
It was more than 8,000 words and more than 10 pages. I was afraid that Han Rongrong would be frightened, so Li Anle simply worked overtime and simplified it a little to create a comic version. It was less than 1,000 words but basically covered the entire content.<
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"I'm really exhausted."
Li Anle studied in Xueba No. 1 for more than ten hours in a row, and his mind was so consumed that he seemed a little confused when eating in the morning, and he didn't even eat two corn pancakes.
"What's wrong with this child?"
"Don't be stupid again, right?"
The dull look frightened Li Guoxi and his wife. "Otherwise, I won't go to school today."
"No."
Just kidding, Li Anle quickly said, he had been working all night and was waiting to go to school to fool around. No, he wanted to convince Han Rongrong and Xiaopang to join him in his pig raising business.
"It's really okay. Can't Anle show off?"
"It's okay, Mom, I just didn't sleep well yesterday. I just need to wash my face and it will be fine."
"Okay, if you don't feel comfortable, tell the teacher."
Shi Qin then asked Li Guoxi to borrow a wheelbarrow to push his son to school.
"Okay."
Along the way, Li Anle sat on the unicycle and stared for a while, and finally recovered a little, alas.
When he arrived at school, Li Anle was about to get out of the car and go to school, but Li Guoxi stopped him.
"Anle, wait a minute."
"What are you doing?"
"Just wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Li Anle was a little confused and waited for a while. Li Guoxi came back with a big hot meat bun in his hand. "I saw you didn't eat much when we just had dinner. I'll buy you a meat bun and eat it while it's hot."
"Thank you, Dad."
"Why thank you, this kid."
"Hehe, Dad, take a bite too."
"My son still knows that he feels sorry for me."
Li Guoxi happily took a small bite. "Okay, I'm going back. If you feel sleepy, just lie down on the table and take a nap."
"I know, Dad."
"Slow down on the road."
Li Anle happily munched on the meat buns and carried a canvas military bag, humming Dongfanghong, the sun rises... When he walked into the classroom, Han Rongrong hadn't arrived yet, but the little fat one came quite early. "Anle, eat some sweets." p>
"Exerting courtesy for nothing?"
Li Anle was very sensitive to this fat smiling face. An unscrupulous roommate of his had this expression, and he either lent money or shoes and clothes. "What's the matter?" After eating fruit candy, Li Anle said to herself that it was not as good as milk candy.
Eat and grind your teeth.
Xiaopang chuckled, this guy's feelings were just yesterday after listening to the most exciting part of the red version of The Condor Shooting, he couldn't sleep well when he went home, so he came here early in the morning to wait for Li Anle.
After demo, I wanted to continue listening to the story after just a few fruit candies. It was impossible. I stopped updating. Li Anle was very upset about Xiaopang not accepting his deception.
"I'll treat you to fried meatballs for lunch." Xiaopang said as he took out a few booklets. "Anle, this is the book you want. I asked my dad to get it for you."
"Then let's continue talking about yesterday."
What kind of meatballs are not meatballs? I, Li Anle, like telling stories and reading books. Han Rongrong, who has just arrived next to me, curled her lips with disdain. Li Anle is really powerful and unyielding, unless he has a meal of meat.
"Hey, what is this?" Han Rongrong sat down and found a brochure on his desk.
"Have you forgotten what I told you about the cause of socialism?"
"Raising pigs?"
Han Rongrong pouted. She asked her father about raising pigs when she got home yesterday, and Li Anle was really right.
Pigs have really contributed to the cause of socialism. I heard from my father that when my grandfather was the leader of a certain military region, he organized and built multiple pig farms.
But raising pigs is not as simple as Li Anle said. Han Rongrong didn't think that Li Anle, a little liar, knew how to raise pigs.
"Hey, this pig is so cute."
Han Rongrong casually opened the booklet and was immediately attracted by the illustrations inside.
Of course, Li Anle is quite proud of the cute cartoon version of Piggy, specially designed for you.
Sure enough, Han Rongrong fell in love with this pink and cute cartoon pig immediately. He was more interested in this report. Not to mention, it was full of pictures and texts. Han Rongrong even forgot about class. "You drew these?"
"That's right."
"Can you teach me?"
"Of course."
Li Anle was about to pick up the pencil when he suddenly paused. No, I was planning to rely on this deception to convince Han Rongrong to join him in raising pigs. Why, now he is teaching Han Rongrong how to draw cartoon pig heads. p>
No, this is not right. Until Han Rongrong took out a handful of toffee, Li Anle thought it would be better to draw the pig's head first. Things should be done step by step. Once the pig's head is painted, it's easy to fool Han Rongrong without convincing Han Rongrong.
"Well, the toffee is so delicious."
"This is from my mother from the capital."
Han Rongrong's mother used to work in the foreign affairs department. Now she is idle at home. Recently, because her grandfather was sent down, she has been busy in the capital. Han Rongrong's mother's family is considered to be a high-ranking official. In the past few years, her grandfather received a government salary of level four. In January
Four hundred plus.
"No wonder it's so sweet, the toffee in the capital is just different."
"Is this right?"
"Bigger eyes."
"Exaggerate your mouth, yes."
Li Anle had to say that Han Rongrong really had some talent for painting. I'm afraid he might not have studied painting, but it didn't seem strange to think that someone from the capital had studied painting.
"So cute."
Han Rongrong completed the first pig head painting, made a few gestures on Li Anle's face, covered his mouth and smiled. "Li Anle's nose looks like this."
‘You look like one, your whole family looks like a pig’s head.’
Li Anle rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to this girl. The toffee is so sweet. I seem to have forgotten something. I don't care. I'll talk about it after I finish the toffee.
"That's right." After finishing the toffee, Li Anle's smart IQ took over the high ground, and Li Anle remembered to get down to business.
"Classmate Li Anle, what can I do for you?"
Li An was so confused that he forgot to attend class this time. This guy remembered what he was doing in comics and tricked Han Rongrong into joining the gang, so he ended up teaching Han Rongrong how to draw. He just remembered to start a fight, but he forgot that class was already in class. "Ah, teacher, I want to go to the toilet."
"Then go quickly."
Li Anle had no choice but to go to the toilet. When he came back, Han Rongrong smiled and handed over a note with a pig on the toilet.
This girl's painting is quite vivid, but no, she is painting herself, and Li Anle hates it so much.
Not knowing how to respect teachers at all, Li Anle stuffed the note into his schoolbag right after class and looked at Han Rongrong with a smile. "Han Rongrong, look at the career I told you, how did you think about it? Time and time wait for me?"
"Raise pigs?"
"That's right, that's right."
"No."
"Didn't you read the report just now? This is a major matter concerning the country and the cause of socialism. You should consider it carefully."
"Hmph, you just want to cheat me out of money."
"No, I'm pulling you to do your career and contribute to the country and socialism. Think about it, if we succeed, everyone will be able to avoid many detours and save many resources in raising pigs. Think about it by then, and you Han Rongrong will become
…….”
"What to become?"
Han Rongrong was confused, and Li Anle couldn't imagine the scene of Han Rongrong holding a group of piglets, mother pigs.
"Nothing, just imagine."
Han Rongrong didn't give Li Anle a chance to continue his deception. He packed his schoolbag and left the classroom. "I'm going home for dinner. See you tomorrow."
"Ah."
"No, my report."
Good guy, I took my report back as a picture album to practice.
"Anle, hurry up, I'll treat you to meatballs."
"Come here, come here, let's eat the most."
Han Rongrong returned to the commune compound, hung up his schoolbag and took out Li Anle's report. He also took some pieces of white paper and planned to trace the pig heads, bugs, and cartoon characters drawn by Li Anle.
"Rongrong eats first."
"Dad, wait a minute."
"This child."
Han Tianming smiled. "I'll finish my homework after dinner."
"Hey, what is this?"
"Little pig."
"It's quite interesting."
Han Tianming smiled and looked through the report written by Li Anle, but the more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became. There was something about this. "Rongrong, where did you get this?"
"Li Anle's."
"Li Anle?"
Han Tianming paused and thought of that cunning boy.
At this time, Li Anle got half a lunch box and stuffed fried meatballs into the bag.
"See you tomorrow, little fat."
"See you tomorrow."
The little fat boy also waved happily holding the pig head painted by Li Anle.
"Anle, your classmate is very happy to grow up."
"That's not like a baby." Li Anle climbed onto the wheelbarrow. "Dad, open your mouth."
"What?"
“It smells so good!”
"Meatballs, are they delicious?"
“Delicious.”
Look at what my son is capable of, even if he eats meatballs, he will definitely not be hungry when he grows up.
When he got home, Li Anle quietly stuffed the meatballs to Shi Qin.
"Anle, I heard that you want to raise pigs?"
"What?" Li Anle was a little confused and looked at his father. How did San Auntie know about raising pigs?
I saw Li Guoxi shaking his head slightly. He had never mentioned this to anyone.
