Break out of the courtyard

Smart, cute...

Zhang Heping's head hurts. This little chubby girl's thoughts are not pure!

Looking at the looks in my mother's and three sisters' eyes, I felt weird, as if I was going to harm this little fat girl.

Zhang Heping put away the group photo, wrapped it in white cloth, and then invited everyone back to Courtyard No. 7.

"Mistress!" Zhang Bing suddenly stopped Zhang Heping and said, "Your cousin asked us to have a full-moon meal on January 1th."

"No!" Zhang Heping refused without even thinking.

"Is it true that you said last time that his wife was pregnant?" Zhang Bing wanted to ask if Zhang Cuishan's pregnancy was true, but Liu Yuan was nearby, so he couldn't ask directly.

Zhang Heping glanced at Bagua's mother, Ma Xiuzhen, and three sisters, frowned and said, "Dad, don't worry about this!"

"In case the woman beats you, if I beat you back and leave a criminal record in the office, you will not be able to pass the review in the future, and you will never have the opportunity to take a group photo like this again."

"If I don't call back, ask my mother if they agree?"

"Zhang Cuishan's daughter-in-law eats and drinks well in her natal family, and the son she gave birth to will definitely weigh a lot. Can the doctor who delivered the baby in the hospital not know whether it was a premature baby? Zhang Cuishan pretends to be confused. If you wake him up, he will blame you. .”

With that said, Zhang Heping had already walked to the door, "I would like to advise you again, if the old lady who arranged the wedding finds out about this, you will be angry to death! Remember, I am angry to death by you, not Zhang Cuishan! "

Zhang Heping put the group photo back home and used the piece of white cloth brought by Liu Yuan to make a small pocket to store the group photo.

After hanging the photo in the closet of the main room, Zhang Heping rode Liu Yuan's bicycle and drove her to school.

On December 12, the first snow of the year finally fell.

This late snow made Zhang Heping think about it for a long time, and he didn't think about whether anything bad would happen next year. He could only blame himself for overthinking.

On the afternoon of Friday, January 1965, 1, the school finally gave Class 1 students a normal weekend holiday, and Zhang Heping went home to eat a bowl of longevity noodles. He turned 2!

However, the school was on holiday, but the boys in the class did not intend to let Zhang Heping go.

Early in the morning on the 2nd, many male students came to Zhang Heping with wires, copper wires and used electrical appliances.

When He Zijiang, the former squad leader of Class 1, appeared, Zhao Jianguo couldn't help but uttered, "He Zijiang, you brought such a new radio over, aren't you afraid that your father will beat you?"

Zhang Heping punched Zhao Laoliu, plugged in the radio that He Zijiang brought and tried it. After confirming that it was good, he put it aside and joked:

"He Zijiang, you are the fifth person in our class who stole the radio from home. Do you want to know what happened to the four classmates in front of you?"

Zhao Jianguo picked up a few thick knitting needles and shouted at He Zijiang, "Kneel down!"

Then, I saw this kid rushing over, waving the stick at He Zijiang, and muttering, "Beat you to death! Beat you to death! You have the nerve to come back..."

Zhang Heping ignored their quarrel and guided several students to make parts for the quadcopter drone on the rectangular table in the main room.

If something is missing, students with poor hands-on skills will be asked to find ways to get it.

He Zijiang tidied up the military coats that were messed up by Zhao Jianguo and the others, came to the rectangular table, and asked: "Zhang Heping, do you want to participate in the aviation model competition of this year's sports meeting by building such a small plane?"

"What game?" Zhang Heping was stunned for a moment.

"It's the airplane competition in the second sports meeting!" He Zijiang explained: "Our Class 1..."

Snapped!

Zhao Jianguo punched He Zijiang, put his arm around his shoulders, and corrected him: "You are now in our Class 2!"

He Zijiang reluctantly changed his mind, "The radio activity team established in Class 1 is to participate in the 'radio sending and receiving' competition in this year's sports meeting."

"What competitions are there in this sports meeting? What are the rewards? When do you sign up? When do you compete?" Zhang Heping suddenly became interested.

"Uh... there are quite a few, all kinds of balls, racing, swimming, etc., I can't even name them all." He Zijiang scratched his head in embarrassment and added:

"At the first sports meeting in September 59, I saw a wireless-controlled warship model that could move forward, turn, and launch missiles in the water. Their wireless remote control was bigger than a cabinet."

"If you haven't signed up for the competition, you should hurry up and tell the principal. I think you can win the gold medal in the aviation model competition with just a remote control as small as your palm!"

"Navigation and aviation model competitions..." Zhang Heping touched his chin, wondering whether he should be high-profile for a while, "Can I only register for the competition in the name of the school? If I start working in September, can I still compete in the name of the 9th School? ?”

"Work?" He Zijiang was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "How is that possible!"

"You get perfect scores every year, how can the school let you work right after you graduate from junior high school! At least they have to let you finish high school and get into college!"

"Uh..." Zhang Heping felt a little numb. If he continued to study in high school, wouldn't he be the third grader in 68?

Going to the countryside?

Emmm...

"If the aircraft model we make is excellent, is it possible to be directly hired by the research institute?" Zhang Heping wondered if he could take a shortcut through the competition and directly join a certain research institute and survive the storm for ten years.

"I don't know!" He Zijiang shook his head, "How about you ask the principal."

Uncle's!

Zhang Heping didn't want to go to the countryside. He remembered that after going to the countryside, it would take two years to return home, so he decided to take a gamble!

"Students!" Zhang Heping suddenly said to the students around him: "Do you want to participate in sailing and aviation model competitions?"

"Organizing Committee member, we thought you had been preparing for the competition, but it turns out you don't know anything!"

"I definitely want to! When I was 9 years old and watching the game, I wanted to go on the field and participate! However, they used a big plane. Can a small plane like ours work?"

"Zhang Heping, are we going to participate in a model navigation competition? Can we build an aircraft carrier and put our drones on it to take off!"

……

Zhang Heping saw that everyone was highly motivated, so he patted He Zijiang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I now officially invite He Zijiang to be the secretary of our competition team. He will first be responsible for registration for the navigation and aviation model competitions."

"He Zijiang, is there any problem?"

Seeing that other students were looking over, He Zijiang hurriedly expressed his position, "It's just a matter of telling the principal, I'm sure it's fine!"

Is this the principal's business? Zhang Heping cursed in his heart and asked someone else to tell the principal. He would definitely ask him to find a certain teacher. He Zijiang had no idea what connections he had to get the principal to talk to him.

Then I thought about it, this kid was able to get the group photo one day earlier than Class 2. He must have a good relationship with his family, so let’s get him around first.

"This is just like a cantata. The whole class has to be gathered together to do it. The girls can't be spared. They have to be responsible for the logistics!" Zhang Heping said with a wicked smile, "Don't you think so?"

"Let the entertainment committee lead the music interest group and sing ditties for us!" Zhao Jianguo also laughed.

"Let them steal the radio from home! Hehe..."

"Is it okay to steal an electric fan and build a big airplane?"

"He Zijiang, do you have a TV at home? Do you dare to steal it, hehe!"

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