80s Taoism

"That's not possible. If you refuse to accept Teacher Gong's money, then you are not willing to help Teacher Gong. Then I can go to your house to find your parents and talk about it." Gong Ziyuan Qiang held back his smile, solemnly Said.

　　 "My father and mother asked me to do this, what use is it for you to find them?" Zhang Jiaohua asked puzzledly.

"Of course I want to talk to your parents. I'm a teacher, and I want to be a role model for others. I have to pay others to do things. If I don't reason, can I still teach in the future? Your parents obviously don't want to do this. Let Mr. Gong be a good teacher. Or just don't want you to help Mr. Gong." Gong Ziyuan said angrily.

　　 Zhang begged and scratched his head. He couldn't tell if what Teacher Gong said was true or false. So I was a little confused. Teacher Gong's words seem to make sense, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with parents not allowing the teacher's money to be collected. How can such a big problem of human affection and sophistication allow a kid to make a choice?

"Teacher Gong, is that good? Don't go to my father. My father is very strong. No one in our village can beat him. If you don't follow him, I'm afraid he will bring you up. Throw it out. I just go back and tell them that I have confiscated your money and didn't eat your food. Okay?" Zhang Jiaohua thought about bibimbap.

Teacher Gong seemed to think very embarrassed for a long time before nodding, "That's what you said. These foods were originally for you. Now you just let go of your belly to eat. If you haven't finished eating, you will come over tomorrow. I know. Huh?"

　　 Zhang Bidding hurriedly nodded, grabbing a bottle of Coke in one hand, and pulling the lid of the can, immediately splashed with a stream of Coke water, splashing directly onto Zhang Bidding’s face, red water beads all over Zhang Biola’s face.

　　 Teacher Gong quickly took out his checkered handkerchief and wiped away the water droplets on his screaming face.

　　 After eating a bottle of Coke, Zhang cried out and hiccups, almost irritating his tears. But this kind of taste really made Zhang Jiahua really aftertaste. For children in the city, it may be within reach of enjoyment. For children like Zhang Jiaohua, this is definitely a rare gift.

　　Dangdang, the principal Ma Lisong took a small hammer and struck a piece of scrap iron hanging outside the canteen. This is the legacy of the great steelmaking era. At that time, all households took their own iron pots and melted them into iron. Because they were about to eat big pots of rice, they thought their pots were no longer useful. Who knows, the ancient steel made by the indigenous method of steelmaking has no use at all. This piece of scrap steel happened to have a natural hole through it with a thin steel bar, and hung it in the staff canteen of Meizi'ao Primary School, which served as the bell of Meizi'ao Primary School. Every principal will strike the bell with a hammer to arrange teaching tasks for the day. This knock has been knocking for decades.

　　 Zhang Biaohua quickly returned to the classroom.

　　 The dumb guy immediately greeted him and asked, "Call flowers, why did Teacher Gong ask you to go in? Did you criticize you? Huh? Why do you smell soda?"

　　 Gezhuping town produces a kind of soft drink, the smell is similar to Coke, and the price is much cheaper than Coke. A bottle of soda is only a dime, and you can get five cents if you return the bottle. That is, it only costs five cents to drink a bottle of soda. When I drink it, the carbon dioxide inside keeps rising upwards, and I feel very rushing when I eat it.

　　 "Class is in. Don't talk." Zhang Jiaohua couldn't tell the mute the secret, so she pulled the mute into the classroom.

　　 On this day, Zhang Enzhong tossed at home all day. He almost turned over their kitchen, and even the ashes on the bottom of the stove pot was cleaned by Zhang Enzhong. Although the ground was not frozen with cement, the ground of Sanhe Mud was smashed by Zhang Enzhong so that people could be reflected. All the utensils related to making tofu were cleaned by him. The plaster was burned again. The beans are carefully selected and soaked in a clean wooden barrel. When grinding soymilk in the afternoon, I was also extremely patient and grind the soymilk extremely fine.

it's dark. Zhang Enzhong lay on the bed early in the morning, but couldn't fall asleep, always wondering where he was not ready.

　　 "Don't toss about it." Wang Fang complained when he was so quarreled by the man that he couldn't fall asleep.

　　 "No tossing? I don't tossing, you will be **** in the future?" Zhang Enzhong was tired for a day today and spoke very rudely.

　　 Wang Fang turned around and ignored the careless man.

　　 Wanjia lights went out one by one, leaving only the moon in the sky still spreading its brilliance all over the earth. Mei Zi'ao fell into the tenderness of the night.

　　 Zhang Enzhong’s house has already begun to move, and a few pieces of miscellaneous wood that he is willing to burn for the holidays are stuffed into the stove to make the fire burn more vigorously. Because Zhang Enzhong suspected that the pot of tofu that was bad yesterday was because the soy milk was not cooked.

　　 But when it was filtered, it was still difficult to filter out soy milk.

"What's the matter? It's obvious that the soy milk is beaten so finely, and it is cooked thoroughly. The filter cloth bag was washed several times today, and it was clean. Have you touched a ghost?" Zhang Enzhong tossed for a day. It turns out that the situation has not improved. Natural temper is not much better.

　　 "Didn't you say that the beggar said that he didn't curse you? If you didn't curse, how could you not be able to make tofu well?" Wang Fang is also an angry boss.

　　 Zhang Enzhong couldn't help but cursed, "This is the day of the ball!"

　　 Zhang Enzhong's couple desperately squeezed the poles~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and finally squeezed the soy milk out as much as possible. Soy milk is still a lot less than before.

　　 Then boil the soy milk. According to the amount of soy milk, Zhang Enzhong reduced the amount of gypsum. But after flushing the soy milk into the barrel, the result is still the same as yesterday. The tofu is all spoiled.

　　 "The ball day!" Lieutenant General Zhang En threw the scoop in his hand to the ground, and the scoop was immediately torn apart. Zhang Enzhong didn't care about so much, and walked towards Zhang Youping's house angrily. He concluded that Zhang Jiahua lied to him. He is going to find Zhang to settle the account.

　　 "Zhang Youping, Zhang begs! You open the door for Laozi!"

　　 Zhang Enzhong didn't think about Zhang Youping's strength value, he had already spared it.

　　 After a while, Zhang Youping opened the door, rushed out angrily, and directly pressed Zhang Enzhong to the ground, punching him several times. Zhang Enzhong didn't even have the strength to fight back.

　　Wang Fang knew that Zhang Enzhong had been beaten by Zhang Youping before. Now that he ran to Zhang Youping's house to make trouble, he must be beaten again. So I followed.

　　 Seeing Zhang Youping pressing Zhang Enzhong to the ground, he rushed up quickly, "Zhang Youping, don't rely on you to fight, just bully people like that!"

"When did I bully your family? Your family ran to my house to make trouble for no reason. I warned him yesterday. This song is coming again today. Do you really think I am afraid that you will not succeed?" Zhang Youping slapped Zhang Enzhong again. .

Although Zhang Enzhong was beaten, he was still very angry, "You Ping, you have a kind of you to kill me. You can't kill me. Just let you get up and tell me clearly! He said he didn't cast a spell on me. , Why can’t I make tofu~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Welcome book friends to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.