Zhang Antie brought a group of young followers over. Judging from their appearance, they must have come to watch TV.
During this time, I have been watching Journey to the West at night, two episodes every night.
These naughty kids have their eyes fixed on the TV.
Some time ago, because they thought about watching TV all day long, Zhang An set a time limit for watching TV.
You can watch TV every day if you want. You can do your homework and bring it over for Zhang An to check.
If the homework is completed well, let them watch the TV.
If someone's homework is not finished or there are too many mistakes, go back and write it again.
In fact, it's not that Zhang An and Zhang An have too much control, but that among the dolls, there are either younger brothers and sisters, or nephews and nieces.
Basically, everyone is related to each other, but Zhang An is a little more attentive. Anyway, idle time is idle.
But let’s not talk about it. Some people are born smart, but their brains just don’t work in the right place.
In order to have more fun, I actually learned to copy my homework.
But Zhang An found out in the end, this is not a good habit.
Of course, Zhang An has a way to deal with them. No matter who copied whom, neither of them is allowed to watch TV.
After two more visits, their problem was cured.
"Brother, we have finished our homework."
Before Zhang An could say anything, the monkeys took the initiative to hand Zhang An their homework books for inspection.
Zhang An took them one by one, opened the homework book and started looking at it.
Although Zhang An hasn't read a book for a long time, he can still read things from elementary school.
"Brother, please hurry up, Journey to the West is about to begin."
Watching Zhang An slowly check, Zhang Tie was a little anxious, worried that he would miss the exciting place later.
"What's the rush? It's still news now. If you're worried about not being able to catch up, why don't you come earlier."
Soon, Zhang An finished flipping through the homework and handed it to Zhang Tie.
"Tie Wa, I remember I told you a few days ago that I asked you to pay attention to your writing. Look at the words you write, they look like chicken scratches."
Although what Zi Ru Qi said is not necessarily correct, it is something that will follow him throughout his life.
Zhang An still hopes that they can write neatly and look better.
"Brother An, I'm already practicing on the copybook you gave me."
Zhang Tie was a little afraid that Zhang An would say later that he would not be allowed to watch TV if he could not write this well.
So hurry up and defend yourself first.
"Remember to take time to practice every day. I will check it later, go ahead."
After checking Zhang Tie's homework book, move on to the next one.
"Navy, are you copying other people's homework?"
The child in front of me is Zhang Haijun, the son of a cousin of Zhang An.
Last time, this naughty kid copied other people's homework, and he made the same mistakes that most people who copy homework make.
The handwriting written by others is a little more sloppy, 2. written on the notebook.
The result here is 3, which is the formula given in the question.
It's really difficult to prevent Zhang An from finding out.
After spending a few minutes looking over their homework.
Seeing that the time was about to reach eight o'clock, Zhang An waved his hand and let them in to watch TV.
Of course, the Great Sage bore the brunt, sitting in the middle of the first row, in the proper C seat.
Although Li Yao's house has a TV, Zhang An's house has more children.
After dinner, I ran over to hang out with them.
Children are like this, they don't like to be alone and like to play with other people.
The TV set at night happened to show the real and fake Sun Wukong.
Zhang An didn't care about the kids in the village, but this episode really killed the Monkey King's CPU.
When watching the real and fake senior brothers come out, the Great Sage obviously couldn't sit still.
He pointed at Zhang An, sometimes pointing at Wukong on the left, and sometimes pointing at Wukong on the right.
It can be seen that the CPU in this kid's head is starting to smoke.
Why are there suddenly two identical people?
But the child was so anxious that he was doing somersaults in the lobby.
"Oh, why is this Tang Monk so stupid? Can't you tell the difference?"
On TV, the real and fake monkeys were playing and started looking for people to identify them.
The first one I looked for was Tang Seng, who spent time with Sun Wukong day and night, but when they saw this scene just now, the children were all furious.
Because the Tang Monk in the play couldn't tell the difference, we had to let them try elsewhere.
"Oh? Then if you were Tang Monk, how would you identify it?"
Zhang An looked at the somewhat excited Zhang Tie and immediately became interested.
"This is not simple. Only one of the two tightening curses is true, so one of them must be pretending to be in pain. As long as the false thoughts are not true, Tang Monk can tell which one is real and which one is fake."
Zhang Tie looked at Zhang An proudly, "Brother, do you think this is true?"
Zhang An really didn't expect that Zhang Tie could still think of this at such an old age.
“Not bad, not bad.”
Zhang An was very satisfied with Zhang Tie's performance.
When Zhang An later read Journey to the West, he was also older and most of them just passed by and didn't think about it at all.
Short videos have become so developed in later generations that Zhang An also came across some videos about this aspect.
At that moment, Zhang An also became interested and started telling stories with the skin kids next to him.
"Actually, when the truth is false, the false is also true."
Since the emergence of the six-eared macaque, authenticity has become irrelevant.
After fighting the two real and fake monkeys for a long time, they successively asked Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, Dragon King, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Listening, Tathagata Buddha and others to distinguish them.
Forget it, Tang Seng, if people don't want to talk about it, there's nothing you can do about it.
But why do Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng and Liu Er know about the daily interactions between their fellow apprentices?
Someone must have revealed it to the six-eared macaque, and maybe even made him watch it like a movie several times.
And when looking for other gods from all walks of life, most of them can't tell the difference.
On TV, there are only two people who can clearly tell the difference between real and fake monkeys.
One is the underground Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who after all has a mount like Tingting.
But he didn't dare to say it in front of the two of them.
The second one is the Tathagata of Leiyin Temple in the West.
At the end of the play, the Tathagata revealed his six-eared true body and covered it with a golden bowl.
But obviously the children in front of the TV are not good enough to tell the difference.
In the play, although Liu Er pulls a group of monkeys and monkeys, they transform into Tang Monk and a group of people.
But such a trick cannot always be used in Xitian Leiyin Temple.
Liu Er himself is very capable and other gods cannot see it, but how can those monkeys and monkeys escape?
Looking at Zhang Tie's serious expression, he heard himself speaking so seriously.
The more Zhang Any said, the more interested he became.
Zhang An had been caught in the rain when he was a child, so now he wanted to tear off their umbrellas.
Isn't it just ruining childhood? In this way, everyone can experience the feeling of being caught in the rain.
Since Liu Er can transform into a monkey, it is indistinguishable to all kinds of gods and immortals.
How much skill does that require? Does such a person still need to eat Tang Monk meat to achieve immortality?
"Well, let me ask you a question."
Zhang An looked around at the little kids before asking the question.
"On TV, why are some monsters not killed while others are killed?"
After hearing the question clearly, the primary school students began to think carefully, and some were still counting on their fingers.
"Brother, those who were not killed are the mounts of gods. They took them back."
Isn't this the truth? Those who survived were all taken away by gods from all walks of life.
These monsters are all related to the gods in the sky. They are either the mounts of so-and-so, or the pets of so-and-so.
The only ones who were really killed were a few unrelated little monsters.
So this is why before learning the scriptures, Monkey Sun was able to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and the gods were unable to do anything to him.
But after learning the scriptures, whenever you encounter a monster, you have to go to heaven for help.
It's not that I can't beat him, I really don't dare to beat him. He's a related household, so I can't beat him.
But then again, since it is a mount and a pet, why does it keep escaping?
If something like this happened once, twice or three times, it could be said to be careless, but if it happened dozens of times, it would be a bit weird.
"Zhang Tie, do you usually dare to fight with the son of your principal or teacher?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Tie quickly shook his head.
"I dare to dare, but I don't dare to take action because they will sue the parents and we will be asked to go to the school."
Zhang An was amused when he heard this. It seemed that this guy had really fought with others.
"This is the same as Sun Wukong. There are many monsters that he doesn't dare to fight to death because they have fairy parents."
At this point, a group of children looked like this.
"Then let me ask you another question, is Monk Tang stupid?"
Zhang Tie nodded quickly. He had thought so before. This Tang Monk was so stupid.
"You are wrong. If he is stupid, how can he become the emperor's younger brother?"
So it's not that Tang Seng doesn't know how to identify it, but that he doesn't want to identify it.
Combined with the superior truth listening, it has been distinguished, but Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha did not dare to say it directly.
Some people say they are afraid of fake monkeys making trouble in the underworld, but with real monkeys around, Zhang An doesn't think it's possible to cause trouble.
It can only be said that there is an unknown story behind it.
And although Ksitigarbha didn't say anything, he pointed directly to the west and asked them to find Tathagata.
In the end, Tathagata did as they wished and said one was true and the other was false.
The fake monkey, which the Tathagata said was a six-eared macaque, was beaten to death by another one with a stick on the spot.
In the past, the two could fight from the sky to the ground, but now there is such a disparity in strength.
Who is covering up what?
Moreover, the initiator of the project of seeking Buddhist scriptures is Tathagata, and the person discerning at this moment is also Tathagata.
If the person who died was a fake monkey, why not let Ksitigarbha say it directly?
So it really doesn’t matter who is the real monkey. As long as the Tathagata says he is a real monkey, then the fake monkey is also a real monkey.
And why is this happening? Think about the birth of Sun Wukong.
Thinking about what he did later, he had already offended everyone who deserved to be offended.
Usually he is still unruly and unruly and refuses to accept the discipline of Buddhism.
How can such a subordinate allow you to learn Buddhist scriptures and become a Buddha? It is better to find someone who is obedient.
"That doesn't mean that it was Zhen Wukong who was killed in the end? Why is this Tathagata so bad?"
After listening to Zhang An telling these heretical stories, the children next to him had obviously been led astray by Zhang An.
"Look, you're still struggling with whether it's true or false. Haven't I already said that it doesn't matter whether it's true or false? The important thing is to learn from it."
A group of children are still young and some cannot accept such a story.
Zhang An was quite happy. After all, he tore off the children's umbrellas and let everyone get in the rain together. Everyone felt balanced.
When the time came, Zhang An also drove them back to sleep. After all, they had to go to class tomorrow.
In the next few days, it will be the end of June, and the primary school in the village will soon have its final exam.
Zhang An didn't put on the TV at home during this period, and everyone who came over asked them to go back the way they came.
There was an exam coming soon and they still wanted to watch TV, so Zhang An sent them all home to review.
The study atmosphere is so good now, but if you don't pay close attention, you will be worse than a college student.
After all, college students will work hard for a few days before the final exam to prepare for the exam.
"Zhang An, will you be okay later?"
"No, uncle, just tell me if you have anything to do."
Zhang An smiled and said, getting a stool for Zhang Jianwen.
"I won't sit down. If you're okay, the school will bring a cart of desks over later. Go and help unload them."
"Okay, I'll see you later and I'll go there."
Anyway, Zhang An has nothing to do at the moment, so he went to school to help unload some things.
After Zhang Jianwen finished speaking, he left and probably had to call others.
Not long after, a large military green truck appeared at the stone pass opposite.
The carriage was filled with new desks painted black, filling the carriage to the brim.
If in later generations, height-limiting poles were installed at the entrance of the village, this car would definitely not be able to get in.
However, the tables, chairs and benches are all hollow. Although it looks like a big car, it actually doesn't weigh much.
Zhang An said hello to his mother at home and followed the truck to the school.
Although Changqing Middle School has been closed for many years, the doors and windows in the teaching building have become shabby.
Generally speaking, other places are not abandoned and there are not many damaged areas.
Except for the fence, a lot of moss has grown on it due to constant exposure to wind, sun and rain.
There are also overgrown weeds on the ground because there is no cement floor.
But at the beginning of the year, someone came in to repair it, and now the campus has a completely new look.
There is also a larger playground than before. The cement dam was built some time ago, and a pair of newly welded backboards are placed on it.
The original dilapidated teaching buildings have now been repainted with cement and sand.
Those dilapidated doors and windows have now been replaced with new ones.
Zhang An had not been to the school for a long time. When he saw everything in front of him, he thought it was a newly built place.
Soon, the old uncle came over with other people in the village.
They were all called by the old uncle to move tables, chairs and benches.
When the driver saw people coming, he opened the fender of the truck next to him and several people pulled out the table.
Just like this, you move two, I move two, and after a few trips back and forth, I can unload all the desks in the cart.
This desk is not the single-person, single-table iron desk of later generations.
It is a one-meter-two-meter-long wooden table that can be used by two students together.