Chapter 20 20. Modern Scholar

Today, the teacher talked about a poem, mainly about the two brothers doing their homework on the hillside, and suddenly the plane came to sow seeds (they seem to have a lot of life experience, and they know that it is not a plane for sightseeing in Xinmatai). The forest, from the woods to the sleepers, from the sleepers to the railway, the house, the beams, the two brothers, in the future, will sing in the snow with a chainsaw. When the teacher said this, he was a little embarrassed.Because we only talked about environmental protection yesterday, and today we talk about cutting trees, it’s not very good.So simply put:

"These two children are so cute. They will make contributions to the motherland when they grow up." He also asked: "Is this text well written?" I thought: Humph!The seeds have just been sown, so wait with the chainsaw.Also said it was well written.That kind of handwriting is taught by adults, such as "stroking a barren hill with a big hand", or "golden drizzle".Random lyrical, vomit to death! The teacher said: "Ark, don't you think so?" I inexplicably said "Yes", "What is it?" The teacher obviously held his breath, tucked his chin in, and took a deep breath:

"Do you think these two children are cute?" The teacher must have seen my strange expression, and my eyebrows were knotted, so she asked me. I could only smile and say: "Cute." But when I sat down, I whispered: "Cute fart!" Unexpectedly, the voice was quite loud, enough for the teacher with smooth ears to hear. But the teacher who said that we were deaf all day didn't hear it, but said: "What did you say?" I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I would just make up an answer and get away with it.Unexpectedly, Long Chao next to him spoke quickly, and said to the teacher in a voice several times louder than that of the person involved:

"She said it's cute." The students laughed secretly, and I had to look down at the students below with condescending eyes.The teacher pointed to the fast-talking Long Chao and said: "Don't you think these two children are cute?" He called out with a very thin voice and a sweet smile: "Cute!" The teacher was very satisfied, and pretended to glance at me casually.I know that my impression of obedience and obedience in the teacher's heart has changed. With this time, there will be no next time.I have opinions on the text, so I have to think in my heart.

Today, the teacher taught two consecutive texts introducing the clothes of great men.One is "A Padded Coat" and "Premier Zhou's Pajamas". First of all, "A Padded Coat" is mainly about Chairman Mao.Chairman Mao's cotton-padded jacket was rotten, so others secretly tore down the old cotton-padded jacket and replaced it with a new one.Chairman Mao got angry and asked them to send the new one back.Get one exactly like the old one. After I read it, I felt incomprehensible.I thought: Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao, you old man is too strange.As the saying goes, if the old does not go, the new does not come.Everyone has already made new ones.The old ones were demolished.It is very difficult to find a cotton coat that is exactly the same as the old one.Is it possible to sew the old ones together again?That's not too much trouble.If someone else made me a new dress, I would be grateful in every possible way.

But what I am most concerned about is the new cotton padded jacket, where did the new cotton padded jacket go?It just said that the soldier who gave the cotton coat had tears in his eyes. Besides, "Premier Zhou's Pajamas" mainly describes a painting. In the front is the scene of Grandma Deng mending Premier Zhou's pajamas, and in the back is a female nurse crying while pulling Premier Zhou's pajamas.The reason is that she found that there are many patches on it. I'm surprised that a nightgown really doesn't have much patchwork.Pajamas are very cheap, and besides, you can sleep without wearing pajamas.

What makes me particularly strange is that the text keeps describing the sewing basket, and always guessing the origin of the sewing kit in the sewing basket.Sometimes they said it was left over from the 25,000-mile Long March, sometimes they said it was given by someone else, and sometimes they said it was made by Grandma Deng herself, but in the end they couldn't figure out where it came from. Speaking of the female nurse behind, she knelt on the ground, holding the tail of her pajamas in her hands, and tears filled her eyes again.I am amazed why all the articles about great men have to use the word "tears in the eyes", and when I cry at this time, the tears will stain the pajamas and have to be washed again.

In fact, I am not a scholar.But as soon as I took the exam, I became a complete scholar. In an exam, there is a question in the order of the test.Arrange from smallest to largest.The topic is: Cloth, cotton, bolls, spindles. God!What are cotton bolls?What is a spindle?I have no choice but to count their strokes, whichever has more strokes will be ranked last. The second question: Desks, saplings, small trees, big trees. I won't repeat my old tricks.This time I know everything.So, I triumphantly followed the order down.Wow, that's fucking cool. The third question: Hot metal, iron ore, hoes, iron.

The smartest person in the world was dumbfounded again.Damn.What is molten iron?Could it be the Tie brand mineral water - it finally has something to do with the "mine".Then molten iron is the boss!Iron ore is the second child, and hoes are not as expensive as iron.I had no choice but to condescend to be the last one. It's time for the last question. Steam, water, raindrops, clouds. aha.I am familiar with this, steam is bigger than clouds, and water is bigger than raindrops.Isn't this the end? It's finally done.It's time for the composition, and I can finally soar in my nonsense composition.yeah--

But I was not sure. As soon as I got home, I happily asked my father, my brother, and my sister: "What is cotton boll? What is spindle? What is iron ore? What is molten iron?" My mother was still quick to respond.Answer in less than two minutes: "Little boy, Carrying that schoolbag to school. Not for office, Not for the sake of saving face. Only for the poor to stand up, No knowledge, no face to see parents. Listen to your mother tell you, Iron ore is the father of molten iron, Cotton bolls are the mother of cotton..." I just feel that the world is spinning, the universe is turning upside down, and Feng Shui is turning...