Xiaoliang was in a good mood today, so he led Zhang Hengu to the computer room of the school.
It has been a long time since Zhang Hengu came to this school, but he has never been to the computer room. This is not because Zhang Hengu is too lazy to learn computers. It is because Zhang Hengu has too many things to learn, only those pinyin letters.
He was so exhausted that he had no time to touch these modern things.
Many computers in the computer room were covered with a thick layer of dust. It seemed that they had not taken a computer class for a long time. Zhang Hengu was a little strange. Didn't he say that the computer room has very high environmental requirements? Why is it like this here?
?
Xiao Liang said: "How many years have they not been used and are they still clean? There are only a few computers in this computer room that can be used. The others are computers from two thousand years ago. It takes ten days and a half to open a web page. Who dares
Use? It would be a pity to throw away this pile of junk. It can’t be used. It can only be left here to fend for itself. One day you steal one, I steal another, and finally throw it away. The mission of this computer room is also
It’s over.”
For a few days, teachers had to use computers with higher configurations. Xiaoliang found a computer that could be used, turned it on, and then there was a long wait. After waiting for a long time, the operating system was still spinning around.
Xiaoliang got impatient and said, "You sit here first, and I'll go around the classroom first. When you enter the system, you will call me."
Zhang Hengu thought to himself, the Dai president is clamoring for the development of education every day, and every Dai person has to turn in a part of the education fund donation. How can he donate money back and forth, but even the computer in the school is not updated? You know, Nan
Jiawa Primary School is the model school of Jingxian Town Education Headquarters. Model schools are like this, and other remote schools are simply unimaginable. With the Dai Gang’s investment in education, there is no need to wait for any hostile force to attack, sooner or later one day it will be
Destroy yourself.
There are still a few teachers playing on the computer here, and He Caitou is of course still involved in the gaming industry, and they don’t even have time to look at Zhang Hengu. Zhang Hengu waited here for more than ten minutes, and the computer system finally started up.
, entering the blue sky and white clouds interface. At this time, Xiao Liang had already returned from assigning homework to the students in the classroom.
Xiao Liang opened a web page and said: "Let me show you some blogs to open your eyes."
"What is a blog?" Zhang Hengu stared at the screen and found that Xiaoliang was leaning there. From his angle, he could just see her plump breasts. His body began to react physiologically, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his eyes.
The screen went up.
Xiaoliang didn't realize Zhang Hengu's lustful eyes at all, and said: "Didn't you hear what I said when I gave you the diary? The blog is actually an online diary."
"Then why do you have to write a diary online?" In order to continue to enjoy the spring scenery, Zhang Hengu randomly found a question for Xiaoliang to continue thinking about, so that she would not have the chance to stand upright and she could see enough.
Xiao Liang was suddenly asked. She had never thought about this question. If it was her own diary, why did it have to be posted online for others to see? If it was for others to see, could she still write it without any scruples?
Woolen cloth?
Xiao Liang held his chin and thought for a long time, but could not figure out the simple question raised by this illiterate person.
"Are you showing off?" Zhang Hengu asked.
"Yes, that's pretty much the meaning. You use this word very well. Where did you learn it?"
"Where can I learn this? When I was working in Beijing, people often said this." After being praised by Xiao Liang, Zhang Hengu felt a little elated.
"Let me tell you, this word doesn't sound like what we Dai people use. It turns out it comes from China. No wonder it's so professional?"
Zhang Hengu didn't know the benefits of this major. After seeing enough of the beauty, he began to think about whether he wanted to write a blog.
What can I write? Zhang Hengu was worried. He didn't know much, had no special skills, and was not a woman. He really had nothing to show off to others.
Xiao Liang thought for a while, then suddenly understood, and said: "You don't have to open a blog, don't you just want to know what a blog is? Look, this is called a blog now." He casually opened a web page.
Zhang Hengu looked around and saw that it was no different from an ordinary web page. Why is this called a blog? Forget it, let’s not get into trouble. Didn’t that old lady say that you can leave a message on the blog if you have any difficulties? Then just leave a message.
Try it once.
Xiaoliang was demonstrating in front, while Zhang Hengu stood behind and watched carefully. Xiaoliang typed in the words "Hedgehog Blog" that the old lady said word by word in the search engine, and then entered
After a dozen, a refreshing blog jumped in front of him.
"Hedgehog Blog, yes, this is the blog that the old lady was talking about. I will leave a reply below to see if she can help me." Zhang Hengu said.
This is really a fun thing. Not to mention the girl Liang Jiying, even Zhang Hengu felt like he had traveled to a fairy tale.
"Then what do you plan to keep?" Xiao Liang asked.
Zhang Hengu thought for a long time. The most urgent thing for him now is to find his wife. Can the old lady help him find it? After thinking about it, it seems that this should be under the control of the police station. It is impossible that the old lady can't even take care of himself.
This matter can be solved.
Want to improve your knowledge level so much that you can become a qualified teacher? Learning knowledge seems to be your own business. The old lady just gave herself a university graduation diploma, which is of no practical use.
I asked the old lady how her luck will be in the future. When it comes to fortune-telling and feng shui, it seems that you should go to the old man in Beijing called Ten Thousand Calendar. It is impossible for the old lady to have this specialty.
"Why does this situation look like the story of the goldfish and the fisherman?" Xiaoliang asked Zhang Hengu with a smile. She browsed this blog curiously and found that it was just an ordinary blog, which seemed to have no characteristics. Look.
These words don't look like they were written by an old lady at all. Could it be that the old lady is joking?
"Look, maybe it's Alibaba's Open Sesame." Xiao Liang said, "Then you say that there is a mobile phone missing now, and it is a mobile phone from Pingguo. You know, Pingguo mobile phones are not sold in our Dai gang at all.
Let's see if she can do it." Xiao Liang said with an idea.
Zhang Hengu thought for a moment that this was really interesting. He had heard the story of the fisherman and money, and he had also heard the story of Alibaba. He didn’t care whether he could do it or not, just give it a try. So he said: "Okay, just help."
I'll type these sentences and see if they work."
Xiaoliang clasped his hands together in a serious manner and said: "The heavens are moving, the earth is moving, the Bodhisattvas who are passing by are showing their spirits, and Zhang Hengu's fruit is coming out!"
Xiaoliang opened his eyes and looked around. Not to mention his mobile phone, he didn't even have any headphones.
"No chance." Xiao Liang looked at Zhang Hengu, laughed loudly, and said, "Do you want a mobile phone? Go to the county town to buy one. Mobile phones will not fall from the sky..."
Zhang Hengu felt like he was being teased. It was all his fault that he was too down-to-earth. How could you leave a comment in a corner of a blog and someone would fulfill your wish? Don't mention that old lady, it was Alibaba.
When I arrived, I didn’t have a Pingguo mobile phone.
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