Chapter 177 Xiao Po's Birthday - Truancy

The teacher was teaching arithmetic, holding a pointer in one hand and chalk in the other, quickly drew two "7"s on the blackboard, then coughed, knocked on the blackboard with the pointer, and shouted: "Xiaoying! How much is Qiqi? Tell me!" Xiaoying stood up, her legs seemed to be spinning, she looked down at the small paper boat on the table, and was speechless for a long time. "Say!" The gentleman hit another thunderbolt. Xiaoying's eyes slowly turned to the left and right, hoping that the students would give her a sign; everyone lowered their heads as if they were thinking about some important issue.

"Say!" Mr.'s pointer tapped repeatedly on the table. Bald Zhang whispered behind his back, "Qiqi is two sevens." Xiaoying still lowered her head and said, "Qiqi is two sevens." "What?" The gentleman didn't seem to hear. "Qiqi is two sevens." Xiaoying said, her legs softened and she sat down.Sitting down, he added another sentence: "Baldy Zhang said it!" "Ah? Baldy Zhang?" The husband just couldn't think of what to do. When he heard about Baldy Zhang, he immediately thought of Baldy Zhang, so he said, "Baldy Zhang! How much is Qiqi! Tell me! Tell me!"

"Don't ask me, I hate the appearance of '7' the most, it doesn't look like a thing!" Baldy Zhang said confidently. The husband looked at the "7" on the blackboard, and it really wasn't very decent.Xiaopo clapped Baldy Zhang very loudly. "Who's clapping? Who?" The gentleman stared, and the pointer knocked on the table repeatedly. Everyone loves Xiaopo, and no one will tell him.But Xiaopo stood up by himself: "I'm applauding. Xian—!" He never called "Mr." He just elongated the word "Xian". "You? Why?" cried Mr.

"Isn't '7' really ugly! How beautiful is the word '8': it looks like a pair of small rings, a small gourd, and two small sugar balls stuck together." Xiaopo hadn't finished speaking yet. , everyone shouted: "We love sugar balls!" "How much is Qiqi, I'll ask you!" The master broke a section of the pointer with too much force. "Didn't I tell you, first—! The word '7' is not pleasing to the eye, so I can't make it out. Two eight one sixteen, four eight forty eight, five eight—" "I asked you how much Qiqi is, who told you to say eight!" In a hurry, the husband picked up a chalk tip, threw it in his mouth, bit it, and ate it.After eating the chalk stubs, he sat on the desk in a fit of anger, and kept nagging: "I won't teach! I won't teach! I'm so mad! I'm so mad!"

"Twenty-eight sixteen, four eight forty-eight, five eight—" Xiaopo continued to read.Everyone sighed and drew "8" on the slate together. Xiaopo drew a big "8", and then turned the slate horizontally to show everyone: "By the way, the character '8' can be used as glasses when viewed horizontally." Everyone was busy turning the stone slabs sideways and holding them in front of them, "It looks like glasses!" "It's even more unreal when you wear glasses!" Bald Zhang put the slate with the "8" on it in front of his nose.

"'9' is also very fun, it turns into a '6'." Xiaopo drew a "9" on the slate, and then turned the slate upside down: "Change! Is it a '6'?" Everyone hurry up Draw "9", turn over the slate quickly, and shout: "Change!" A few were too panicked, and slammed the slate on the table. The gentleman ignored them, stood up, and ate another chalk stub.With his mouth moving, he leaned against the blackboard and slowly fell asleep. When everyone saw it, they all stood up and closed their eyes.Some actually fell asleep standing up, and some slowly sat down with their eyes closed, lying on the table to sleep.Baldy Zhang refused to sleep.His eyes were still open, but suddenly he snorted loudly.

Xiaopo stood for a while, then tiptoed out.While walking, chattering: "Everyone loves '8', but you just ask '7', you don't know what to do! Go to your mother and tell her to beat you up!" Xiaopo originally loved his husband very much, but their opinions were always at odds; he loved "8", but his husband asked for "7"; he wanted to sing, but his husband preferred to teach Mandarin.No one can mediate for them, too bad! Walking outside the school, Xiaopo completely forgot about the arithmetic problem.Thinking in my heart, what should I do.Can't think of an idea, well, let's go down the street, go there and count.

As he walked, his hands and feet were "not knowing what to do". What kind of fruit peels and rotten paper were on the ground, and they were all kicked into the ditch like a football!I'm afraid that the old lady with little feet will step on it and fall to the ground.Sometimes I also try to pinch small mud on the ground with my toes or something.Recently, my toes have become quite nimble; it's a pity that my toes are too short, otherwise I could use my feet to eat with chopsticks.The ball hanging outside the door of the foreign goods store is also very cute. When I punched it with my hand, the ball swung left and right for a long time, much like the pendulum of a big school clock.If it is so good to use the ball as a pendulum, take it down and kick it at any time, and then hang it up after kicking, wouldn't it be "two uses for one use".Why is the clock swinging?not understand!Don't ask the gentleman, but if you ask him what the pendulum is for, he will definitely say: How much is Qiqi?Heck, there are little ping pong balls, dolls, harmonicas, and more!It's a pity that they are all in the glass cabinet, and I can't touch them; I have to lie on the glass cover and watch them, muttering: When you have money, buy this harmonica!No, it's better to play table tennis. It's okay to play with my sister once, and she will definitely win; but don't win too much, my sister is thin-skinned, and she will cry if she loses too much.Let's open a foreign goods store when we grow up!There are everything: small balls, all kinds of small balls; harmonicas, a lot; chalk, all kinds of colors; Let’s play, how interesting this is; maybe bring Nan Xing to play together; Nan Xing must only eat deep-fried dough sticks and do nothing else!

There are many salted ducks, roasted pigs, and sausages hanging in the chicken and duck shop next to them. Alas, don’t touch them. If the roasted pigs are dirty, how can they eat them! "Xiaopo talks about public morality everywhere, doesn't he?" he asked himself. "How did you write the word public morality?"..."Forgot again!"..."I remembered!"..."Hmph, forgot again!" Walk slowly to the main road.There is a tea shop that is Xiaopo's favorite.The young apprentices were picking tea leaves in front of the counter. There was a bamboo basket in the east and a bamboo basket in the west. The fragrance was very pleasant.The tea tubes in the glass cabinet are also very beautiful, square, round, and hexagonal ones, all pasted with fancy paper, with flowers and villains painted on the paper.Every time Xiaopo walks here, he must stand for at least ten minutes.

This is a bit strange place, every time I see this tea shop, I think: Ah, my brother Dapo must have been picked up by my mother here!There are ditches everywhere on this street, I don't know why this is the only place where it seems to pick up my brother.He looked into the gutter, maybe another child was lying there.No, but there was a little frog who was tucked around and didn't know what to do. "Ah, maybe my brother was also transformed from a little frog! Little frog, come here, I'll take you to see your mother!" Xiaopo squatted on the edge of the ditch and nodded to the little frog.A gust of clear water came and washed away the little frog, what a pity!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, there was a burst of drumming from afar.what!Either marry the bride, or send the funeral!It would be best if it was a funeral, that would be lively!Xiaopo stretched his neck and looked into the distance, his heart pounding, lest it wasn't for a funeral.And it’s not enough even for the funeral, because the funeral bearers sometimes use cars completely, and suddenly——, just run over in a blink of an eye, what’s so interesting!What Xiaopo wants to see is that there is a deacon with flags and umbrellas in front, and a car pulled by everyone with white cloth strips in the back. That's interesting.Besides, for funerals without flag umbrellas, people all cried like red-eyed mothers, which was very sad to see.There was a flag umbrella deacon walking slowly on the street, and everyone was smiling, as if the happiest thing in the world was to carry the dead all over the street.That's what makes it interesting! "Oh, good God! Please come here with a deacon with a banner and umbrella!" Xiaopo still stretched his neck, praying in his heart. Boom, boom, boom, boom, it's not a band, there are also Chinese drummers of "Qicha" and "Qicha"!If you haven't come here for half a day, you must be walking slowly! Can't wait, go forward to meet it.Xiaopo ran like crazy, and ran a long way in one go. But it's amazing, look, that big opener!It's more than ten feet tall, with a big blood-red face, and the eyes are the size of meat buns, and they can move around!Big black beard, golden armor and red robe, with small wheels on his feet!A group of children, all dressed in green silk and clamshell-shaped straw hats, pulled the trailblazer who would show off but could not walk.Xiaopo looked at the group of children, water came out of his mouth, ha!I also went to pull that big ghost, how interesting! Behind the trailblazer, a row of very thin and dirty people were carrying big paper lanterns covered with a layer of jute.Xiaopo was very sad for this group of skinny people. Looking at that skinny old man, he was overwhelmed by the headlights! Behind this group of skinny lantern ghosts was a car with several people sitting on it, some playing suona, some playing gongs, and some playing drums.The suona player has raised cheekbones, like a shiny gourd.The gong player leaned out of the car, laughed and knocked repeatedly, very proud of himself.Xiaopo wished he could jump into the car and beat the gong for a while! Behind the car was another large group of people, each carrying a piece of silk, some in light pink, some in light yellow, some in dark blue, some in emerald green, with gold or black velvet lettering on them.There are also some long white silk strips with more characters on them.Xiaopo couldn't figure out what all this was for, and he didn't have any "spectacle" at all.Put big pieces of good silk all over the street, waste things!Take a few blackboards and write a few "7", or draw two bunnies, wouldn't it be cheaper than this!Xiaopo thought of ideas for others.Not to mention, maybe this is the advertising team of the silk shop?By the way, movie theaters and cigarette shops often find some people to walk all over the street with advertisements on their backs. Don't they allow other silk shops to do the same!Xiaopo, you are confused!Xiaopo regretted his plan to replace silk with a blackboard. Ah, well!The silk team has passed!There was another carload of musicians, all Indians.They are all in white clothes and white skirts, with big red belts slanted on their bodies, and there are some Chinese characters embroidered in gold on the belts.Xiaopo couldn't recognize what the word was, so he went to ask Old India.Old India shook his head, probably not knowing him either. "I don't know how to read, so you guys are blowing the trumpets!" Xiaopo said. The Indians ignored him, just held their foreign trumpets and foreign horns, and looked up at the sky. Behind the car was a man with a white flag, with a flower and a small red satin strip on his lapel. Xiaopo didn't know what this man was doing.I saw that every time he raised the flag, the silk team in front would carry the silk a little straighter, as if everyone's eyes were on him.Sometimes, he even scolded the street in such a way that the silk team in front did not dare to speak back.Xiaopo thought to himself, this person must be the owner of the silk and satin shop, otherwise, how could he be so majestic. Behind was another uncovered car, and an old monk sat in the car, with his eyes closed and motionless.Xiaopo said in his heart: "This must be the dead man!" Then he saw that the old monk raised his hand and put a tooth of orange to his mouth.Xiaopo understood that this was not a dead person, but just pretending to be dead.He walked over to hold the side of the car and asked, "Are the oranges sour?" The old monk remained motionless.Xiaopo didn't pay attention, there were two young monks in front of the car.They were all bald and without hats, their heads were tanned and oily.They asked each other with their hands, and gave Xiaopo a "bah" in unison.Xiaopo glared at him and said: "See you behind the playground!" The little monks didn't understand, they were still asking questions, their heads were dripping with oil.Behind this car, there is another carload of monks, all wearing black monk hats and blue cassocks, but the cassocks have many pockets, just like foreign clothes.They all muttered, as if endorsing.Xiaopo figured it out: the old monk in front must be a gentleman, and listened to their endorsement with his eyes closed.I don't know whether I will be beaten if I recite it wrong? Behind the monk who endorsed the car, there was another big car, pulling a lot of plantain fans, several buckets of ice water, and some large and small paper bags, probably snacks or the like.Two people wearing straw hats that were bigger than umbrellas carried buckets to the car to fill them with water, and then picked them up for people to drink.Xiaopo went over and looked at the things in the car with his feet on his back. "Drink! There are still bottles of twisted lemonade!" "Take one!" said the driver. Xiaopo saw that no one was around, so of course he told him so, so he took a banana fan and covered his head.Still following the car, the two water bearers came back to pour water again. Xiaopo chatted up and drank a bowl of ice water, but they didn't ask him for money.Hmph, it's much more comfortable, I drank the ice water, and I still have a plantain fan on my head to block the sun, which is not bad!If you meet a funeral every day, can't you drink ice water for free every day?snort!Maybe a bottle of lemonade!I still follow the car, hoping that the driver will say: "Take one!" Can I take another banana fan and give it back to my sister.But the driver stopped talking.There was a drum beating in the back, and I had no choice but to retreat to the side of the road to see what fun things were going on behind me. drink!Another carload of Indians, all in white clothes, red skirts, and big flowered heads.Terrible, there is still a car; Terrible, there is still a car!The three cars of India played together, but you played yours and I played mine, and no one cared. It was very lively, really; but it was not like music anyway. Xiaopo went over, and while the drummer was not paying attention, he beat the drum skin with his fist very loudly.India, who played the drums, didn't care, because the three teams played together, and no one could hear anything wrong.Xiaopo took a closer look, ha!There are two Indians who only hold their trumpets and make gestures on their mouths, but they don't blow.Xiaopo went over and poked the soles of their feet, and the two of them were quick to blow.Xiaopo was very proud that this poke would be so effective. After the three carts of India, there were two rows of children in yellow silk clothes, each holding a paper doll.The clothes of the paper figurine are very beautiful, but unfortunately, its face is too white, and its head is turning back and forth from side to side.Xiaopo also tried to turn, hum, he couldn't turn his face to the back no matter what; he tried to move it with his hands, but it didn't work!Forget it, turn your face to the back, if you can't turn back, it will be a bit troublesome to walk! Behind the paper man team, it was even more interesting, a group of kids with big grimaces on their heads, jumping wildly all the way!One jumped and jumped, without paying attention, stepped on a piece of banana peel, and fell to the ground like a creeper, knocking off Grimace's nose.Hey, it's good to wear a funny face after all, so you don't have to break your nose! It was another big car with a pine pavilion erected on it.The pavilion is covered with wreaths, some made of fresh flowers and some made of paper flowers.Xiaopo wondered: What are these circles for?In the middle of the wreath, there is a big photo of a dark old lady with a shrunken mouth.Xiaopo didn't understand again: What does this photo have to do with the burial?Put it out for everyone to see?It's not good at all!I don't understand, the dead are different from the living anyway, don't worry about it, just watch! aha!It's even more fun!Seventy or eighty, at least seventy or eighty people, all in black clothes and trousers, barefoot.A white cloth belt in one hand is pulling a big and big car.An old Indian was driving, but the group pretended to pull forward.Xiaopo laughed: If Old India made a bad idea and suddenly drove the car forward, wouldn't the group of people in black fall down in a row, just like we fell into the garden when we were driving the train that day?How fun that is!Xiaopo stomped his feet, gestured to Old India, and said in a low voice and earnestly: "Go! Go forward!" Old India didn't drive hard. "That old black bird! Confused! I don't know what to do!" A colorful pavilion was tied to the car, and in the pavilion was a rectangular object covered with red silk, so it was impossible to tell what it was.There was also a pair of children standing on the pavilion, wearing colorful clothes, but their heads were bald, and they were half dead from the sun.Xiaopo thought to himself: These two children are probably dead. Although they are not dead yet, they will be almost there when they go to the wild!How pitiful! There were four or five people in hemp clothes, hemp hats, and hemp shoes at the back of the car, all pretending to push the car forward.They all lowered their heads, but they were talking and laughing with each other, as if it was fun to push the cart like this.Their sackcloth was as long as Boss Lin's linen overcoat, but inside were white canvas suits.There was a young man, still wearing a red tie, protruding from the round collar of the sackcloth. Behind this group of people, there are many cars and carriages!One after another, one after another, it's just endless!There are big girls, young daughter-in-laws, old ladies, little girls sitting in the car, some are wearing sackcloth, some are wearing suits, some are wearing high buns, some are with hair cut, some have red eye circles, some are talking and laughing , some smoked cigarettes, some ate melon seeds, all the girls ate foreign candies and fruits, and the roads were covered with fruit peels!drink!How lively! Xiaopo followed, suddenly ran to the front to watch India playing the trumpet, and suddenly ran to the back to watch the children dancing ghosts.The more I watch it, the more I love it, I just can't bear to go back to school!Let's go back?Look a little longer!Time to go back?But old India is playing again! As I walked, my heart moved!We are almost at Xiaopo!Oh, if my father sees it, that's fine!Father must be watching the excitement outside the Chinese goods store, for sure!run back quickly!Wait, wait until they have all passed by, "Turn back again!" Standing by the roadside with a plantain fan, he waited for each group to pass by, then he turned back step by step. "Didn't you see the dead man pretending there!" He lowered his head and thought, "It can't be hidden in the band's car! It's not that old monk either! Where is it? Maybe it's hidden in the body of the trailblazer? Can't tell!" "No matter what, the funeral is more lively and fun than anything else. Go home and find the Southern Stars, and make funeral fun with them, it's really good!"