It is rarely seen in future generations.

At first, I didn't say anything more. Anyway, I had my own way. If it didn't work, I would go to the black market.

That way there is no psychological burden.

Thinking about getting ready to go out for a swim.

Although he had no intention of going anywhere, he was ready to go for a walk and asked him to check the traffic.

You have to say hello in advance.

Then he turned to Yang Guangzhi and said, "Dad, his master said he would take him to the army to train him for a few days. Do you agree?"

Yang Guangzhi was stunned for a moment.

Weird asked: "Take me to the army training?"

"That's wrong! His master had an apprentice who was a leader in the army. He said that many children from the army compound were sent to exercise during the holidays. His master also wanted him to go. So he asked me.

"

That's not nonsense.

Things that already exist are just unspoken rules, and ordinary people naturally don't know about them.

Hearing that, Yang Guangzhi glanced at him suspiciously: "Then I'm here to celebrate the New Year, why should I go there?"

Yang Xiaole shrugged, "That would take more than ten days! He would just tell me something, and if it doesn't work, forget it!"

Nadong Yang Guangzhi neither agreed nor contradicted him.

But Fu asked in disbelief: "Can their leaders do the things I said that are against the law?"

Yang Xiaole picked up the enamel vat placed on the table to see if it was freshly brewed and had never been drunk before.

He rushed to blow it and take a sip.

None of them are crushed tea leaves.

It was called Gao Mo in those days, and the thing was cheap, only one cent per pound.

Please tell me if it’s my dad’s turn to drink. I’ll probably spit out the tea leaves in the first place, so he won’t drink it!

After putting the cup away, he said: "Dad, if you have it, you can ask your uncle when the time comes. You won't believe it if he tells you."

After hearing what he said, Yang Guangzhi did not agree to him.

Yang Xiaole doesn't care either. If it doesn't work, there will be a follow-up to the revelation one day.

Please Lord, he doesn’t have a suitable opportunity or a destination he wants to go to right now, and he’s not in a hurry at the moment.

Thinking of not even having a kang at home.

He mistakenly asked Yang Guangzhi: "Dad, when I have time, I will ask Shi Jing's family behind me and ask them if they know how to set up a kang. Let's set up a kang next year! Is it really too cold in winter?"

Yang Guangzhi shook his head: "No, forget it! It's not as good as our hometown. You can't even get firewood. How much do you have to ask for just to buy coal or firewood? It's okay to cover it with the few thick quilts I got."

It’s quite comfortable!”

Hearing that, Yang Xiaole shrugged.

Too lazy to say any more.

I had never slept on a kang before, and it felt awkward. After being reborn in that world, I got used to sleeping on a kang and felt that it was not as warm as it was.

Then he got up and came to the door, and whispered to the elder sister: "I'll stew the dried chicken in a while, do you hear me?"

"ah!"

The eldest sister was surprised, glanced at the room, and said mysteriously: "Dad, do you know? I beg you to be scolded! I will cook it myself."

"I'll call Xizi over and ask him to wash it. I'm sure he'll do it!"

Yang Xiaole mistakenly said something to her.

When she heard that, the eldest sister's eyes lit up.

He shouted from the wrong yard: "Xizi, come here!"

Xizi, who was playing with the children in the courtyard, heard the words and ran back.

When I heard that I was going to wash the air-dried chicken and make chicken soup in the morning, I immediately ran to get some warm water to wash the chicken.

…

Yang Xiaole did not go anywhere else, but came to the room on the wrong side first.

Fang Guoping's doorstep.

"Teacher Fang! Are you at home?"

Yang Xiaole stood at the door and shouted from inside.

"Here!"

After answering, Fang Guoping walked out of the room with eyes in his eyes.

Seeing him, Fang Guoping was confused: "Yang Xiaole? What's wrong? Do you have anything to do with him? Come in and talk! It's cold outside."

It was obvious that the cold wind outside was affecting Yang Xiaole who drank well water.

But for ordinary people, it is not a cold wish to die.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaole opened the windshield curtain and followed in.

The room is a side room in the west wing. It used to have no door, so a door was opened directly to serve as the living room.

The penthouse next to it was opened up and used as a bedroom.

"Aunt Fang!"

Yang Xiaole looked at Sun Qian who was picking red cabbage, smiled and said hello.

Both Fang and his wife are primary school teachers.

Now that the students are on vacation, the two of them spend most of their time at home.

The wrong party nodded with a smile: "Xiao Le! What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Ang, he came to see Teacher Fang to inquire about his situation. If he wants to transfer to another school, please go to the school in advance to tell him something. If not, just go as soon as school starts!"

Although he knew some things, he didn't ask anything.

To avoid trouble in time.

Behind him, Fang Guoping motioned for him to leave: "Come on, if you want to transfer to another school, I'll have my leg renewed and you can just go over and start studying again. Which class you go to depends on how the Academic Affairs Office arranges it."

"No, thank you! Will he come and ask something?"

He really just asked one thing.

Let's make some friends by the way. After all, we will all be in the same school, not the same compound.

After saying that, he looked at some crude copper paintings hanging in the east room and smiled: "Good words!"

There are three paintings hanging on the wall, all of which are not in running script.

It looks like a work by a famous artist.

As for whether it was the original version or a printed version, he didn't know, and he didn't have the nerve to look closer.

The other two paintings are slightly different in terms of heat, which should be attributed to Fang Guoping's legwork.

Isn't the heat of Bu Nao's one almost the same as that of the other painting?

I don’t have a very high talent, and I wouldn’t be able to write to that level if I didn’t have ten or twenty years.

Yang Xiaole knew the principle of following his own preferences.

Naturally, I want a compliment.

Fang Guoping didn't care when he heard that.

He is just a child. Is it possible for him to be excited by a child's praise?

It's obviously not possible.

But whether I feel happy or not is true.

These are also his two most proud works.

Bu Nao Cuo Fang Bu Fu smiled and asked Yidong: "Oh, have you practiced calligraphy before?"

If there are calligraphy classes in the city, they are called big calligraphy classes.

But rural areas basically no longer practice large-character classes because the cost is too high and they cannot afford it.

Yang Xiaole nodded: "Well, I have practiced. He had a teacher who taught him for several years, and he wasted a lot of his ink. Later, he thought he was too wasteful of paper and ink, so he stopped teaching him."

Fang Guoping laughed.

That child is so pitiful.

It’s a rural area! There’s nothing we can do about it.
To be continued...