Nagging can kill people. Zhang Xiaoqiang really can't stand those words such as "I have eaten more salt than you have eaten", "I have walked on more bridges than you have walked", "Parents will not harm you".

"With such nagging, I wanted to walk out of Zhang Daqiang's house. Before I left, I wanted to help free Zhang Daqiang and asked him if he wanted to go out to play. Zhang Daqiang said that he couldn't go out. I still have something to do. I have to eat two more at noon today.

A bowl of rice and then see how much salt my dad can eat.

After Zhang Daqiang said this, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the second master subconsciously, and found that his eyes were staring at Zhang Daqiang like awls, which made him feel chills running down his spine, so he closed his eyes and left with a sigh.

When he came to the back of Chen Changsheng's house, he stopped and looked at the big elm trees planted by Chen Changsheng's ancestors in a daze. Those big elm trees were strong and powerful, towering into the clouds. Time has left no trace, but several big trees withered.

It was very regrettable. In desperation, Chen Changsheng cut it off and replanted the small elm tree. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes slid down from the top of the big tree and landed on the small elm tree that Chen Changsheng had recently planted.

There are still traces of pruning on the main trunks of those small elm trees. The excess branches have been cut off from bottom to top, and there are mottled scars. Not only do these scars not affect the beauty of the small elm trees, but they also make the trees more beautiful.

The small elm tree looks more graceful, handsome and tall, and has the momentum to tower into the clouds in the future.

Looking at those small elm trees, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought: "Is it true that as the second master said, the trees will be 'big and straight'?"

I also thought of my cousin Zhang Daqiang who was playing with a hammer one day and accidentally bent a small iron nail, which led to Zhang Zuchang's stern scolding and endless nagging: "It's a good iron nail, you bend it."

What does it do! That's an iron nail, I have a lot of use for it... No matter how small the iron nail is, it didn't come from the flood, it was bought with money... You can't sit still

, or do some work for me!"

Zhang Daqiang said in his heart, "What kind of work do I do? If I work harder and you scold me more, I can't do it well. If I can't do it as tightly as you, then I'll give you a fucking hammer..." But he didn't dare to curse out his words.

, of course, even if he cursed, his father would not beat him, but Zhang Daqiang felt that it was wrong to scold him like that, because his father often emphasized that when Zhang Daqiang's grandparents were alive, no one dared to talk back to him.

Whatever you say is what you say, and it will be implemented immediately, even if you are unwilling and dare not feel awkward in your heart. No matter in any era, parents are greater than God!

Since his father takes his status so seriously, it's better not to offend him. But Zhang Daqiang never admits that he is wrong. Instead, he feels that he is right, so he and his father go back and forth and argue.

He didn’t show any weakness. According to him, this was to practice his debating skills, and he thought it was a unique ability. Didn’t his father often say, “If you don’t speak clearly, you won’t understand why.” “Good mother is on your lap.

Good people talk." In the end, Zhang Daqiang got tired of arguing and ignored his father. His father continued to nag for two or three days, and every time he thought of the injustice of the little iron nail, he complained again.

Really tired of nagging, Zhang Daqiang retorted: "It's not over, it's just a broken nail!"

Zhang Zuchang glared and said: "Although it is just a broken nail, it can play a big role at critical moments... Look at the bench under your butt, can you sit still without a nail?"

My sister Zhang Jianying helped: "What's wrong with broken nails? Broken nails can give us great enlightenment on our thoughts... A good wooden board has not a single hole on it, but why can nails be driven in? It just relies on pressure to squeeze in.

It means you have to drill in hard. From this point of view, nails have two advantages, one is squeezing power, and the other is drilling power. We should also promote this "nail" spirit in study, and be good at squeezing and drilling...

…”

"Sister, the teacher said, don't peek at other people's diaries, they are other people's privacy." Zhang Daqiang said. Zhang Jianying said I didn't peek.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking: "A small iron nail made the second master nag me for two or three days. If my brother Zhang Daqiang were like me, I would cut up the only coarse cloth bag for storing food in the house and make it."

Sandbag, then the second master still can’t nag for ten years?”

You know, the long and slender coarse cloth bags that hold grains can be carried on the shoulders after being filled with grains during the wheat harvest season. Not to mention they are more powerful, and they are infinitely better than those heavy and clumsy sacks. However, even if

The pocket is so good, so unique and precious. After Zhang Xiaoqiang cut it off and made it into a leggings sandbag, Zhang's mother just said a few words of pity and then went to smoke and drink tea after complaining. As for Zhang Zuhua, she didn't even care.

It was not until the wheat harvest season of the second year that I asked, "We seem to have a coarse cloth bag that is very useful for carrying grain, but where did it die?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the bag was worth cutting. From then on, he planned to tie two sandbags to his legs every day and use them to run and jump into pits. In the future, he would definitely be able to practice the "Lingbo Weibu" of the fairy sister, so that he could fly over the walls and fly over the walls.

No one can reach it. Until then, a coarse cloth bag is nothing compared to the miracle of becoming famous in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, on the third day of training, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped practicing. He took off two sandbags and threw them somewhere. Two months later, he accidentally dug them out and found that the two sandbags were riddled with rat bites.

Yellow hourglasses are everywhere and are no longer in use.

After admiring the big tree, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that it was still early and had nothing to do, so he walked to the edge of Xiwan to play. At this time, the yellow trees were bleak, the ground was freezing, and the weather was freezing. The weather had frozen the entire Xiwan into a big square.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around at the mirror and tentatively walked up to it. It didn't matter, the "mirror" was so cold that it was not three feet but two feet thick. Not to mention his short body, he could easily walk two big donkeys side by side.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt funny when he thought of the big donkey. He remembered that during the winter vacation last year, he pulled the big donkey at home onto the ice. The big donkey kept slipping and falling. In the end, he was so helpless that he lay down on the ice and never dared to get up again. He sprayed in despair.

Noise. In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang called his father and many other people, and with all his strength, he pushed the donkey to the shore.

After Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about the big donkey, he walked to the center of the pond, spread his legs and slowly lay down on the ice, imitating the panicked big donkey and motionless. He was thinking: "That donkey

What was the big donkey thinking at that time?" So he lay there, closed his eyes, and tried his best to think about what the big donkey was thinking at that time.

At this moment, the sun is shining, the clouds are light and the wind is calm, and there is silence all around, as if the whole world has been frozen into one, frozen into a peaceful and tranquil ink painting. In this silent painting, there is an occasional slight breeze.
Chapter completed!