Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 35

   "Zhu Pingan, I will give you another chance, don't want to be a frog or a toad"

   "Don't fool me just because I think I have a good temper"

   "Ah, why don't you talk about it!"

  The black-bellied little loli who grabbed Zhu Ping'an's little tail, willful and reckless with her eldest lady's temper. She clearly wanted to hear the story, but she turned the words into a gift.

  Zhu Ping'an deeply realized that this girl is obviously not something that can be fooled by ordinary fairy tales, and she should not be treated as an ordinary child. Her appetite is much bigger than that of children.

   "Let me tell you another story about the Legend of the Condor Heroes."

  The magnificent prairie rides horses and gallops, shoots birds and draws bows, and the beauties are picturesque and lingering. Who can not be tempted by the stories of heroes and beauties! The Legend of the Condor Heroes was Zhu Pingan's favorite TV series when he was a child. He never got tired of watching it. Every time the Legend of the Condor Heroes was played, Zhu Pingan would obediently move a stool and sit in front of the TV to watch it. When he grew up, he found There are many versions of the Condor Shooting TV series, all of which are slightly different. In order to watch the most original Legend of the Condor Shooting Heroes, Zhu Pingan read the novels written by Master Jin Yong over and over again, and almost knew them all by heart. The good stories here, I believe this little black-bellied loli should be satisfied.

   Sure enough

   "Let's talk." The black-bellied little loli blinked and sat on the stone. With her small hands, she took out a delicate bag from somewhere, and took out a handful of peanuts and melon seeds from it.

  Little Fatty held the melon seeds and peanuts in his hands, and his little mouth began to babble, full of interest.

   It's strange to say that since rebirth or time travel, Zhu Ping'an feels that his memory is getting better and better, especially the words and things he read in his previous life, he can basically remember 80 to 90% of them now.

  "The vast waters of the Qiantang River pass around Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night endlessly, and flow eastward into the sea. Dozens of black cypress trees line the banks of the river, and the leaves are as red as fire. It is August."

  The black-bellied little loli ate melon seeds, listening with gusto.

  Speaking of which, the black-bellied little loli should like the Legend of the Condor Heroes very much. She interrupted the first two fairy tales several times. Since the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, this girl has not interrupted once.

  However, I can’t talk anymore, I still have to go to class.

  So, after Zhu Pingan talked about Guo Jing killing two birds with one stone, he stopped abruptly.

   "I want you to talk."

  The black-bellied little loli was listening with gusto, but Zhu Pingan suddenly stopped talking. She puffed her cheeks, pouted her mouth, and stared at Zhu Pingan angrily with her big eyes.

"That's the master, I haven't listened to the rest." Zhu Pingan said naively, the chubby twisted the bamboo tube he carried with him and poured a sip of water into his mouth, and then said, "So, I I'm going to listen to the teacher's lecture, and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

  The black-bellied little loli was very reluctant, and finally heard a good story. She really wanted to finish it, but she couldn't. The patience of children is not as good as that of adults. Adults can't bear to add an advertisement suddenly or wait until tomorrow when they see something exciting in a TV series, let alone children.

   "You didn't lie to me?"

"of course not."

   "Then you should listen more later."

"OK."

  Zhu Ping'an finally calmed down the black-bellied little loli, and placed the fish basket in the shallow water again, breaking up a small piece of bread that he carried with him and putting it in the mouth of the fish basket.

  The black-bellied little loli did not leave immediately, but watched with great interest as Zhu Pingan placed the fish basket in the water.

   "What are you doing?" The black-bellied little loli Li Shu sat on the rock and asked curiously.

"Go to the fish basket, I can catch a lot of fish when I come back after listening to the class in a while." After putting down the fish basket, Zhu Pingan came out from the river, sat on the stone and washed the fish on his feet in the river water. Mud, almost clean before putting on shoes.

  The black-bellied little loli suddenly glanced up and down at Zhu Pingan, as if looking at a little beggar.

   "Your family is so poor, and you still need to catch fish to eat. No, give this to you. Anyway, I can't eat it. I will give it to the dog when I go back."

  The black-bellied little loli handed the bag to Zhu Pingan as if giving alms.

  This stinky girl who doesn't know how to be polite really feels like a bit of a slap in the face. Zhu Pingan didn't reach out, foodie has dignity. No matter how delicious the food is, it is hard to swallow it in the stomach.

The black-bellied little girl was a little surprised by Zhu Ping'an's reaction. In her impression, these poor children rushed to her with alms and looked at these delicious food. I don't understand why Zhu Ping'an is not grateful take it.

   "Take it." The black-bellied little loli said it again.

   "I have hands, and I can catch fish by myself. You'd better take it home and feed it to the dog. I don't have the same taste as it does."

   Zhu Pingan refused again, and launched a counterattack against the black-bellied little loli treating herself as the same as a dog just now, and satirized the black-bellied little loli with the same taste as a dog.

   "Love to eat or not to eat!"

  The black-bellied little Lolita got angry and threw the cloth bag in her hand into the river. What kind of person, he was kind enough to give him something to eat, and he even satirized him, he was really kind enough to treat him like a donkey liver and lungs! If you hadn't told the story, I wouldn't have given you food! Bastard, bastard, what a little bastard!

  Zhu Ping'an frowned helplessly, she really has the temper of a young lady, she can't be willful!

   "Don't forget to tell a story tomorrow, or you will look good!"

  The black-bellied little loli left angrily, but she still didn't forget to threaten Zhu Pingan to teach her about shooting the eagles tomorrow.

   In the future, I still don't know that the unlucky guy will marry her!

  Zhu Ping'an packed up his things, and came to the private school again to take a class. Sun Lao Xiucai of the private school was leading the children to practice calligraphy. It was just in time, Mr. Sun gave a demonstration on the podium, explaining and emphasizing several points that beginners of brush calligraphy should pay attention to to the children, and took the trouble to correct the problems of the children below.

  Zhu Ping'an benefited a lot, because some of the children made the same mistakes as himself. Hearing the words of Mr. Sun, he felt enlightened. After setting things up, Zhu Pingan dipped the brush in the stone trough and practiced calligraphy on the black wooden board while listening to Mr. Sun's explanation.

   After persisting for a few days, Zhu Ping'an has gotten used to writing with a brush. Although the writing is still ugly, at least he is used to it.

  During Zhu Ping’s handwriting practice, Zhu Pingjun and his deskmate were hit by the board again in the private school because they were fighting with the deskmate in class. The reason for the squabbling is also very simple. It is because of the uneven distribution of space for two people at a table. Everyone wants to be bigger, and no one agrees with the other. Worked in class.

  Classroom is the same thing, who crossed whose 38th line, who stepped on whom, it was the age to cause trouble, and naturally Mars touched the earth.

  (end of this chapter)