Chapter 164 The Storybook (520 Happy, Although I'm Still Single)
The next day, Man Bao mysteriously told Bai Shanbao, "There are bandits on the mountain."
Bai Shanbao suddenly turned his head, his eyes were bright, and he clenched his fists and asked: "Which mountain? Have you seen it?"
"No, my fourth brother said that," Man Bao looked at him doubtfully, "Why are you so angry?"
Bai Shanbao snorted and said, "I hate bandits the most. From now on, I will definitely kill all the bandits in the world."
Man Bao nodded, "It's wrong for bandits to steal things, but you don't have to kill everyone, and can you kill them all? It's not that I despise you, but that you are not as good at fighting as I am."
"That's because you are a girl and I let you." Bai Shanbao shouted excitedly: "If I try harder, you will definitely not be able to beat me."
"Hmph, do you dare to go and have a fight at the door?"
"You have to promise me not to bite first." Bai Shanbao hated fighting with Manbao. Every time she couldn't beat him, he would bite him, and he couldn't bite him back, so he always lost.
Man Bao was also a little embarrassed, but he said firmly: "Fighting means winning at all costs, and I didn't allow you to bite me."
Bai Shanbao grinded his teeth and wanted to bite her now.
Bai Shanbao snorted, turned his head and ignored her, and pulled the book on her side, then took out the spare stones and reinforced the line in the middle to make it more obvious, "
You are not allowed to cross this line."
"If you don't exceed it, you won't exceed it, hum!" Man Bao dragged the stool to the edge and sat down a little, and also snorted at him, and then said: "The bandits know martial arts, they can fly around in the sky.
If you can't jump high, how can you hit someone?"
Bai Shanbao was shocked, "The bandits are so powerful?"
"Of course!"
Keke, who lured the host into buying some storybooks:... Some storybook must contain ancient martial arts novels, it's over!
Bai Shanbao couldn't bear to get angry with her, so he dragged the stool and asked, "How do you know?"
"I, I heard what people said, and the book the storyteller said, since it was written as a book, it should be right."
Bai Shanbao didn't believe it, because his family also had a nursing home. When he came here from Longzhou, his grandmother specially invited people from the escort agency to escort her, and he didn't see them flying around.
However, they didn't encounter any robbers on the way and it was a safe journey. Maybe it was because they didn't have a chance to show off?
Bai Shanbao felt regretful. It would have been better if they had been robbed, then they could have seen the people from the escort agency fighting.
When Man Bao saw that he didn't believe it, she picked one of her favorite stories and told it to him. She loved listening to and reading stories most in her life. Of course, she also liked telling them.
Obviously the description in the book may not be so vivid, but she added her own understanding and danced when she told it. Not only Bai Shanbao, but also the classmates on the side were dumbfounded.
Bai Erlang didn't know when he moved the stool to the next door to Man Bao, and he listened with gusto with his chin propped up.
Mr. Zhuang, who had brought books to teach the children, found that the whole class was surrounding Manbao, and Manbao was surrounded by everyone. Not only was he not panicked, but he was also very excited. She wanted to stand on the table and tell stories.
However, considering her husband's majesty, she did not dare to do this, but she danced happily.
Mr. Zhuang, who was about to knock on the door to remind them, happened to hear Man Bao say, "It's too late, but it's too late. Yu Chigong swept the enemy general off his horse with a sweep of his whip..."
Bai Erlang couldn't help but clapped his hands and asked repeatedly: "What happened next? What happened next?"
Manbao took out his bamboo tube from the small bookcase, took a sip of water and said, "Just wait for me to take a breather."
Mr. Zhuang waited for Man Bao to finish one verse and reached a climax before knocking on the door.
As soon as the students turned their heads, they saw Mr. Zhuang standing at the door. He had been standing there for who knows how long. The children immediately scattered in all directions like frightened fish. After a while, everyone around Man Bao disappeared.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Man Bao and said, "Don't leave after school. Come to my courtyard."
Seeing Bai Shanbao next to her, she added, "Bai Shan, you come too."
The two children looked at each other and lowered their heads silently, feeling extremely guilty.
Mr. Zhuang didn't scold them, he just asked about the cause and effect and then asked Manbao, "Where did the story you told come from?"
"It's included in a collection of stories."
Mr. Zhuang asked, "Can you show it to me?"
Man Bao asked Keke in her mind. Keke had quickly scanned the storybook she bought and made sure there was no inappropriate content before saying, "Okay."
As for those non-existent dynasties, it is really easy to explain, because in Keko's view, these story books are very outrageous to begin with. They are human beings in the 22nd century of the Earth's era imitating the human description habits of the 19th and 20th centuries.
, but most of the stories written were before the sixteenth century.
Except for the correct names of the characters in those stories, in Koko's opinion, other events were all imaginary. The host must have bought too many books during this period, so that it did not notice that the host actually bought such books.
Worthy junk book.
It seems that I need to be more careful in the future. The host is stingy to begin with and is not willing to spend points. In this case, of course, if you want to spend points, you must spend them wisely.
For example, a copy of various books on planting science and technology?
Keke thought silently in her heart, Manbao had already squatted down and pretended to search in the book box, and then found the storybook and gave it to Mr. Zhuang to read.
Mr. Zhuang opened it and looked at it, and found that none of the dynasties described above were real, and even the time was messed up. This was not a storybook at all, but a fabricated storybook.
How can a child watch something like this?
Mr. Zhuang stroked his forehead and asked Manbao: "Did your family buy it for you? Now your family is so rich?"
The book that Manbao uses now is still hand-copied by Mr. Zhuang. After all, the number of words is not very large. Mr. Zhuang copied it out for her when she was practicing calligraphy.
Because he was copying it for his beloved disciple, Mr. Zhuang did not use block letters, but his favorite running script. It seemed a little sloppy, but it looked very good, and Man Bao liked it very much.
Man Bao said: "My family didn't buy it for me, I got it myself."
Mr. Zhuang asked, "What did you use in exchange for it?"
"Use grass!"
Keke secretly said: Yes, grass is exchanged for points, and points are exchanged for books.
Mr. Zhuang thought that she had exchanged the centella asiatica that she had pulled out in the summer. It was not very expensive. Mr. Zhuang did not blame her, but he still reminded her: "Don't be so reckless again in the future. Be careful of being deceived. You
This book is not a storybook, but a made-up storybook, which even the dynasty has never heard of. It is useless and addictive, so don’t read it again."
"But the people inside are so powerful, sir. Are those who know martial arts just like what is written in the book? Those who are powerful in light kung fu can tread on snow without leaving a trace and fly on water?"