The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

The front line is still cleaning up the battlefield, and the kindergarten in the rear has already opened.

Mr. Xie specially set aside an area for the children to study. At the request of Song Jiao, the outer wall of the yard was painted with bright yellow paulownia lacquer and painted with fine brushwork flowers and birds—Song Jiao’s request was cartoon sunflowers and little yellow ducks.

But Dashou Danqing, who was "invited" by Mr. Xie, couldn't understand his description at all. It took him half a day to understand that sunflowers are flowers and yellow ducks are birds.

Flower and bird painting, he is good at!

Although Song Jiao finally looked at the meticulous paintings all over the wall, his expression was a bit complicated.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

But when Grandpa Xie asked him if he was satisfied, he still showed an awkward yet polite smile: "Very...satisfied, thank you, Grandpa."

The old painter waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be."

"That's good." Mr. Xie took back the long knife on the painter's neck with his backhand.

Song Jiao subconsciously felt a chill in her neck, and smiled stiffly: "Thank you too...Thank you, Grandpa."

"It's fine if you like it." Mr. Xie waved his hand, asked people to give the reward to the old painter, and then asked him to send him away.

The old painter walked like flying.

Song Jiao looked down at the small purse hanging on his waist, thought for a while, and then chased after him holding the small purse.

I am so sorry for the old man, Song Jiao took out a small gold ingot from the purse, and quietly stuffed it to the old man.

"Grandpa, this is for you." He thought for a while, and still gave the old painter his entire purse, "Don't be angry."

With tears in his eyes, the old painter patted his head: "Don't call me in the future, just draw by yourself, please."

After the construction of the outer wall was completed, the young engineer Song Jiao put forward a series of requirements for the construction of the kindergarten.

"There are slides, seesaws, and small castles..." Song Jiao snapped his fingers, "Ocean balls, trampolines, bumper cars."

The system really can't stand it anymore: "Mamao, don't mention things that are beyond the times, are you building a playground?"

"I also want a carousel and a Ferris wheel."

system:? ? ?

It's been almost a year since he came here, and he still stumbles when asked to recite the song "Goose Goose" and set up a child prodigy.

When it comes to food and play, he will always be like a treasure.

Damn.There is a dirty word in the system, I don't know if it should be... already said it.

In the end, the old carpenter that Mr. Xie found only made slides and seesaws. Song Jiao was afraid that Grandpa Xie would pick up the knife again, so he didn't dare to make any more requests, so he could only nod his head and say "satisfied."

There was still a lot of space in the yard, so Mr. Xie made another batch of wooden dummy stakes, sandbags, and archery targets. Eighteen kinds of weapons were arranged in three or four rows.

Song Jiao was dumbfounded: "Grandpa Xie, is this a kindergarten?"

"Yeah, why not?" Mr. Xie said confidently, "Come and exercise when you're tired from studying. Don't worry, the weapons are not sharpened, and they can't hurt anyone."

Song Jiao looked up at Qinglong Yanyue Dao, which was taller than the three of him.

You don't need to sharpen the blade, you can directly crush him to death.

He turned his head and ran away: "I'd better play on the slide."

Then he climbed up the slide and pushed Xie Chen who was sitting in front: "Go down quickly!"

Xie Shenwen, the demon king of the world, sat still.

A few days later, Banditzhai Kindergarten opened smoothly.

There are not many children, only five or six, and they are all from the village.

Seeing it from outside the door, Mr. Liu heaved a sigh of relief.He walked in with the scroll, coughed twice, lowered his head and said, "I should have seen them all, just call me 'Mr. Liu', and I will teach you how to read in the future."

There was a moment of silence, then—

"Mr. Liu! Mr. Liu!!!"

The three words "Mr. Liu" sounded in the school one after another, and Mr. Liu was shocked.

Five or six children are worth fifty or sixty geese.

Mr. Liu stuck to the wall, trying to stop: "It's ok, kids, it's ok...stop, please stop..."

Jiangbei Confucianism may encounter the biggest Waterloo in his career.

With great difficulty, he calmed down the restless and lively children and let them open the book.

Mr. Liu slumped on the chair, extremely tired.It is not enough to teach one, so many more, I hate bandits, I will kill Xie Taichong!

A quarter of an hour later, when the children were practicing calligraphy, Mr. Liu, who was determined to assassinate Mr. Xie Taichong, came to inspect the work with his arms akimbo.

He stood still at the door and glanced inside.With just one glance, he frowned deeply, as if dissatisfied with something.

Mr. Liu hadn't had time to say "you are not allowed to come in", Mr. Xie directly barged in.

Master Xie strode towards the back of the school. Xie Chen, who was flicking ink on his feet, was shocked, put down his pen quickly, and sat upright.

Mr. Xie took a look at him, grabbed his collar, lifted him from his seat, and walked forward all the way to the front beside Song Jiao.

Song Jiao was originally at the same table with Muying. At that time, Muying was holding a pen and learning to write with Song Jiao. The two talked in a low voice, very harmonious.

Then suddenly one more person appeared.

"You sit here." Master Xie put Xie Chen down, "Study hard."

Xie Chen had no expression on his face, he had nothing to love: "Got it."

Master Xie pushed him towards Song Jiao: "Maomao, you teach him a little bit, and when I go back tonight, Grandpa treats you to barbecue."

Song Jiao bit the tip of the pen: "Okay then." He handed the pen in his hand to Xie Chen: "Let me write it for you."

Xie Chen reluctantly took the pen and drew two lines on the paper.Mr. Xie looked at the house for a while, and then went out.

The homework assigned by Mr. Liu was to fill a sheet of paper, and Song Jiao finished it long ago, so he propped his head to read Xie Chen's writing, and gave him instructions.

"There should be a pause here, and it's not right here, here..."

Xie Shen is going to be angry!

But before he could speak, Song Jiao held his hand: "I'll teach you how to write."

Xie Chen calmed down again.

"This is how grandpa taught me to write." Song Jiao held his hand and asked him while leading him to write, "Can you know it?"

Xie Chen responded, "Yes."

"Then you write it yourself." Song Jiao let go of his hand, then turned to hold Muying's hand again, "I'll teach you how to write."

Xie Chen frowned, watching him run around the school, shaking everyone's hands once.

I love showing off a kid!

Xie Chen said that this practice of calligraphy is not unique to him, it turns out that everyone has it.

He touched Muying's elbow and winked at him: "You sit in the back."

Mu Ying could only hug her things and sit in the back with Wen Zhi.

After Song Jiao came back, there was only one tablemate left for him.

Xie Chen supported his head, scratching on the paper boredly: "I don't know how yet."

"You're a little fool." Song Jiao said solemnly, but still held his hand again, "This should be written like this."

It is also a skill to calm down the Demon King of Confusion.

Mr. Liu looked at this side and thought, as long as this thorn can be restrained, the school will be considered quiet.

So he said: "Maomao, you come to be a little teacher and help the teacher manage them, okay?"

Song Jiao raised his head and nodded vigorously: "Yes, I am the monitor!"

"Then teach Brother Shen to practice calligraphy first."

"it is good."

Mr. Liu heaved a sigh of relief, then got up and went to see the practice of other children.

He pointed out all the way, took Wen Zhi to write several times, and then let go of his hand: "Mamao, how is it?"

Mr. Liu walked to the front with a frozen expression.

Song Jiao and Xie Chen had already started playing, they were holding a pen in one hand and each other's hand in the other, they were drawing on each other's hand.

Xie Chen drew a little turtle for Song Jiao, and Song Jiao drew Xie Chen a...

not sure what it is.

Mr. Liu put his fist to his lips and coughed heavily.

Song Jiao then withdrew his hand: "Teacher Liu, Xie Chen has finished writing, we are only playing."

"Okay." Mr. Liu said helplessly, "Take it out and let me check it."

"it is good."

Song Jiao was taught by Grandpa Song himself, so of course he can write well.Xie Chen was taught by Song Jiao, and his writing is not bad.

Mr. Liu knocked on the table: "From now on, you are not allowed to play around in the school."

"Understood." Song Jiao thought for a while and asked, "Then when do we end get out of class? Can we play after class? When can we have snacks? Can we go on an outing? When is the outing? Will there be?" A little butterfly?"

Song Jiao is always unconstrained.

"...No such thing."

What happened to suddenly regretting making Song Jiao the squad leader?

Of course, Mr. Liu let them go out to play for a while.

but--

"I'm the squad leader, you must listen to me!" Song Jiao raised the "little turtle" in his hand, "This is the squad leader's badge, listen to me quickly, stand at attention! Line up! Less... Spoon... Spoon breath! Look to the left!"

Then Song Jiao, who was too shy, was cornered by his friends and pinched his face.

"oops!"

With messy hair, Song Jiao ran to sue Mr. Liu: "Teacher, they bullied the monitor!"

Mr. Liu also pinched his little face: "If you keep fooling around, I'll replace you."

"Ugh..."

After a month like this, learning in school gradually became the norm, and Xie Chen also practiced a bunch of big characters under Song Jiao's supervision.

That is, Grandpa Xie invites Song Jiao to eat barbecue and drink milk tea every day. Song Jiao feels that after winter, his stomach has become round.

This morning, a group of children finished practicing calligraphy and were having a snowball fight in the yard. Suddenly, there was a loud communication sound from a distance, from one place to another.

"The head of the family has returned to the city!"

Xie Chen, who was fighting with Song Jiao, paused, got up immediately, patted the broken snow on his body, and wanted to run out.

Song Jiao quickly got up from the ground and took his hand: "No skipping class! I'm the class monitor!"

Xie Chen dragged him forward, and several other friends also rushed out of the school with a huff. Only Song Jiao didn't understand who was in charge and why they ran out.

The gate of Liangzhou City was opened wide, the snow on the main road was swept to both sides, and the people in the city and those who stayed in the bandit village came out to welcome them.

The bandit army is already in shape, and looks majestic.The leading man is dressed in armor, majestic and heroic.

Xie Chen and his group rushed over and bumped into them head-on.

Some people in the army had already seen them, and each waved to them: "Son, here it is."

Several friends called "Dad" and went in to find someone.

Xie Chen didn't need to look for it, his father was at the front, just go straight there.

"father!"

The man at the front picked him up and put him on the back of his horse.

Only Song Jiao stayed where he was, grabbed the corner of his clothes, pouted, and whispered, "But I'm the squad leader."