The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

Although it took a day to go to school, the head teacher, Mr. Yuan, was still very eager.

The location of Longtuan No. [-] Middle School is remote, and there are few students enrolled, so Duan Fang's grades and learning talent suddenly became conspicuous.It's a pity that they have never sent students to participate in the competition.And now half of the second half of the semester has passed, and the competitions that should be held have almost been completed long ago.

Teacher Yuan thought farther. After discovering that Duan Fang's memory is also very good, she felt that if the child could work hard, he might be able to enter a good high school in the future instead of finishing school like other children. I went out to work when I was in junior high school.

Most of the children in their town will only finish junior high school, because the nine-year compulsory education just ends at the end of junior high school.Some students are from poor families and have no money to continue their studies, while some feel that they can’t do anything well if they go to a high school in a small town, and they still have to waste three years, so they might as well go out to work and earn money like others.

Teacher Yuan knew about Duan Fang’s family situation. His parents had an accident while working outside the home, and his grandfather couldn’t stand the shock and followed him away, leaving Duan Fang and his sister, two children, to live with difficulty.

Although the people in the village would help to take care of it, and there was compensation for Duanfang's parents after the accident, it was still too difficult for the two children who were not yet ten years old at the time.

After the school found out about it, it did what it could to help, but there are too many children like Duanfang. They are miserable and have been living a difficult life. Under such a big environment, the school can't do much. .

But now, Duan Fang gave Mr. Yuan a hope. He is so smart and talented. If he can go to a better high school, he will have a better future in the future.

Instead of being like many children from the same hometown, they have already packed their bags and went out to work when they are still underage. This time they are far away from the campus. Like his parents, they are busy all day long and have no energy to think about themselves dream.

But Ms. Yuan felt that there was a voice in her heart telling her: the rules are different.

He is so smart, if he can participate in some competitions in the third year of junior high school, he might be spotted by high schools in big cities. She knows that some schools will give financial aid to poor students with excellent grades every year. , maybe Duanfang can have a different future.

"You must study hard, you know?" She said to Duanfang earnestly, "Whether it is mathematics or English, you must study hard, and don't be biased."

Duan Fang was a little dazed, wondering why Teacher Yuan, who always had a smile on his face, suddenly became so serious.

Could it be that she was too dissatisfied with her grades?

Sure enough, whether it's English or politics, Chinese or history, he should find some time in the past two days to make up for it quickly, so as not to hold back the class.

The head teacher has already talked to him, and he has to come up with some results.

As soon as he got back, he kept looking at Cheng Yi, the movements were so obvious that even Wang Ming and Gan Bo behind him could see it.

"Fang Goud, why do you keep looking at him?" Wang Ming laughed at him, "I thought you were a good student, but I didn't expect you to be so honest, and you would even be absent in class."

"Don't keep running on him." Gan Bo now thinks Duan Fang is good everywhere. When he heard Wang Ming joke like this before, he would only joke with him, but now he doesn't.

Hearing his words like this, Wang Ming was not happy. Obviously Gan Bo was on good terms with his brothers before, so why did he suddenly rebel?

"He's your brother, I can't tell." Wang Ming curled his lips and insisted on asking, "Fang Goudan, why are you staring at Brother Cheng?"

His voice was not small, and he immediately attracted the teacher on the podium. The teacher cast a look at him, gave him a warning look, and then called Duan Fang by name.

"Duanfang, get up and recite the third paragraph of this text for everyone." The teacher pushed down his glasses and looked at the students below with a serious expression.

Wang Ming was taken aback. Although he didn't point him up, Duan Fang was obviously troubled by his voice.

Gan Bo glared at him angrily, and said in a low voice, "Look at you, it's true."

Duanfang was already on a short errand, so he definitely didn't listen carefully, and he didn't know if he had memorized this text before, so he might be choked up when he was suddenly ordered to memorize the text.

Wang Ming blinked. He didn't know that the teacher's ears were so sharp, and he didn't know if a good boy like Duan Fang would be able to resist for a while, don't feel ashamed if he can't recite it, and cry out in anger.

Even the Chinese teacher felt that he might not be able to recite it. After all, this text was asked everyone to go back and recite it yesterday. This is not a short poem, but a piece of modern narrative. With such a length, students are usually given two days time to recite.

Duanfang asked for sick leave yesterday and only came to class today, so it is impossible to memorize it no matter how I think about it.

But to everyone's surprise, after standing up, Duanfang recited the third paragraph of the text completely.I didn't miss a word, and I recited it very smoothly, as if I was reading aloud with a book.

Wang Ming took the textbooks and compared them, and Duan Fang recited them all correctly.

"Okay!" He couldn't help applauding, "You are amazing, your memory is amazing."

The whole class heard what Wang Ming was mumbling about. As soon as he clapped his hands, the children in the class also clapped together, which made the Chinese teacher laugh angrily.

"Okay, you can sit down." He said to Duanfang, "You have this advantage, you should spend more time on Chinese, and you can't just focus on mathematics." After a little education, he again Start giving lectures to everyone.

Duan Fang sat down embarrassedly, and after a while quietly looked at Cheng Yi again, but this time he learned a trick from Wang Ming and held up his textbook to block himself.

What Gan Bo and Wang Ming couldn't see was that although Cheng Yi looked upright and serious in class, he clearly held a small wooden block in his left hand and a very narrow knife in his right hand. with.

Duan Fang didn't know what he was doing, but he guessed it had something to do with what Cheng Yi said in the morning.

Before going to school in the morning, Duan Fang wanted to bring rice cakes to school to eat. He wanted to save a little, but Cheng Yi stopped him.

"I'll teach you how to make money, and you're not allowed to eat this in the morning."

This is Cheng Yi's original words, he said it very firmly, so Duan Fang believed it, brought a small sum of money, and the four of them ate white steamed buns in the morning.

But after being extravagant, Cheng Yi didn't say how to make money.

Duanfang saw that he took out a bunch of round wooden blocks from his bag, and carved words on them one by one.

I don't know where he found it. Those wooden blocks were all polished into flat round shapes. Although the shape was not very smooth, Cheng Yi's lettering skills were good. Each Chinese character was carved on the front of the wooden block. In the middle, simple and atmospheric.

This is what Duan Fang kept sneaking eyes on during class. He didn't know what these wooden blocks were for, but he felt that Cheng Yi, who carved the wooden blocks, looked very mysterious.

When class was over, Cheng Yi finally finished carving all the wooden blocks, and when he stopped to rest, Duan Fang couldn't bear it anymore.

He asked, "Brother Cheng, what are you carving so many wooden blocks for?"

"You don't know this?" Cheng Yi raised his hand and threw a wooden block engraved with the word "Shi" in front of him.

Duanfang shook his head, he really didn't recognize it, "Is it a toy?" It looks a bit like a handmade toy, but the shape doesn't look very fun.

When Wang Ming saw it, he stretched out his long hand and hooked the wooden block into his palm.

I saw that the brown log block was sleek and easy to hold, and a very unique Chinese character was engraved in the middle. Whether it was the color tone of the wood block or the chic font, it looked simple and simple.

"Hey! This is chess! It's just that the pieces look a little small."

He has played chess, and he has used a lot of chessboards. Although the chess piece in his palm has a unique style, it is still a bit rough.

"Brother Cheng, you are carving chess." Duan Fang understood. He had never played chess before, but he had heard what chess was.

"What? Is this written by Cheng Yi?" Wang Ming was stunned.

"Impossible..." There is no engraving machine here, could it be that Cheng Yi carved these out with his hands?

Gan Bo also took a "bishop" into his hand. Although the edge was a bit scratchy to the touch, but in terms of the overall effect, these chess pieces are really good.

There are a total of 32 chess pieces, and the words on each of them are very clear and exquisite. It is really hard to see that Cheng Yi still has this skill.

Gan Bo guessed: "Brother Cheng is selling chess?"

Cheng Yi nodded and continued rubbing his wrist.These wood blocks were processed by himself from the wood he found on the mountain yesterday. Although he didn't spend a penny, his hands were really tired.

He pointed to Wang Ming and Gan Bo and said, "You two use red and black pens to color all the words on the 16 chess pieces."

He nodded again, "Come here, tell me who is the richest among all the students in your school."