The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Xie Chen's head is like a ball.

Xie Chen's face is like a tomato.

Xie Chen's hands are like pliers——

Clamp Song Jiao's face.

"Oh!" Song Jiao was dragged away by him.

Xie Chen was furious: "You sleep on my bed, cover me with my quilt, eat my food, wear my clothes, how dare you make up rhetoric and scold me?"

Song Jiao refused to admit defeat: "Obviously you didn't let them play with me, you still called me 'little black coal ball', you still called me a 'little fool', you still..."

Xie Chen interrupted him: "I..."

He just wanted to say "big brother", and it wasn't too much, obviously Song Jiao was too stingy, eating his clothes and wearing his clothes, and still refused to call him.

The two of them refused to give in to each other, Song Jiao thought for a while and said, "Then I'll make a decision by stacking 'east, south, north and west'."

Xie Shen didn't make a sound, and the other children all showed curious expressions: "What is ''Southeast, Northwest'?"

But Song Jiao didn't know how to explain it.

"It's just... a piece of paper folded, hold it in your hand, put your four fingers on it, say how many steps to take, where to go, and then..."

As he explained, explained, he also fainted.

"You will know after I fold it." Song Jiao looked at Xie Chen, "If 'Southeast, Northwest' says I was wrong, then I will apologize to you."

Xie Shen nodded: "Okay."

Several children went to Xie Chen's room, Xie Chen took out the paper left over from his calligraphy practice and threw it to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao lay down in front of the table and began to origami under the watchful eyes of a group of friends.

Xie Chen stood at the outermost edge, glancing inside from time to time.

Song Jiao hasn't folded these gadgets for a long time.He used to fold a lot when he was in kindergarten. Later, when he came here, his grandfather taught him to read and write, and taught him to respect calligraphy paper, so that he could no longer fold things with paper.

He quickly folded the legendary "South, East, North and West", turned it over, and handed it to Xie Chen: "You choose four grids and write your name."

Xie Chen has just started to practice calligraphy, and he is not very diligent, and his handwriting is not very beautiful, which made Song Jiao hurriedly say: "Don't write in the next grid!"

Xie Chen raised his head and glanced at him. It was not enough to write four grids by himself, and he dropped the nib of his pen into the grid next to him.

Song Jiao said, "That's mine!"

"I know it's yours, so I'll help you write it." Xie Chen wrote, and drew a little turtle in the grid that belonged to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao opened his eyes wide and jumped up to grab the pen: "You are the little turtle, I will write it myself."

He couldn't grab Xie Chen, Xie Chen held up the pen and paper, and went to the side to write.

When Xie Chen finished drawing, he turned around and saw that Song Jiao was already making a new one, and while stacking, he muttered: "I'm not a little turtle, Xie Chen is a little turtle."

Xie Chen threw something to him, Song Jiao angrily picked it up and took a look.

There is no little turtle anymore, what Xie Chen drew for him is a little rabbit.

That's more or less.

Song Jiao threw down the newly made thing, dried the ink on the original one, unfolded "South, East, North and West" and handed it to Xie Chen: "For the sake of fairness, you choose."

Xie Chen pointed to one corner: "East."

"few times?"

"Ten times."

A decisive battle.

Xie Chen was standing opposite Song Jiao, watching the opening and closing of the southeast, north and west, Song Jiao was still counting with a long note.

"...eight...nine...ten!"

Everyone looked down and saw the word "Shen" on the corner Xie Chen pointed to just now.

The children all turned to look at him: "Oh!"

Xie Shen paused, looked at Song Jiao, and said, "I lost."

He also deliberately used an idiom, which of course is not simply "willing to bet and admit defeat".

"Win the king and lose the bandit!"

Finally, he quietly put "Southeast, Northwest" into his arms.

It only took one day for this thing to become popular in Mobei, and every child has one.

Xie Chen looked disdainful, but he was actually very addicted to this game.

That night, lying on the bed, he took out the first "south, south, north and west" from under the pillow, and began to calculate.

"Let's see who is stronger, Xie Chen or Song Jiao!"

"Look at Xie Chen and Song Jiao, who is a puppy!"

"Look……"

At that time Song Jiao was sleeping soundly beside him, Xie Chen turned to tell him: "You are a puppy!"

Song Jiao groaned, turned over and pressed his hand.

The real puppy at the end of the bed raised one hind leg and kicked.

As expected of being my host, I established a personal status among the bandits so quickly, overwhelming the young bandit master.

Song Jiao lived in the old garrison mansion and the new bandit village for a few days.

I went to my grandpa in the morning and asked him if he had found his grandpa. Grandpa always reassured him, gave him a handful of snacks, and let him go out to play.

In the morning and afternoon, I spent time with my new friends.When I have dinner at night, I will ask my grandpa again.

But three days have passed, and grandpa still hasn't been found.

Song Jiao became more and more unhappy.

One day, in order to coax him, his new friends dragged him to play a game of catching people.

The back garden of the garrison mansion, or it is more appropriate to call it the Martial Arts Field. There are no flowers or trees. There are two factions of weapons, wooden stakes, and sandpit archery targets. The only thing that has anything to do with flowers and trees is plum blossoms. pile.

Song Jiao covered his eyes with a handkerchief and stretched out his hands to grope, while his friends laughed and made noises around him.

The friends ran away in a swarm, and Song Jiao rushed to arrest them, but only one was caught.

He touched the man and wrinkled his face: "This is... too big."

Before Song Jiao could guess a person's name, the handkerchief in front of him was untied.

It wasn't his friend, but the lord, the one who took him back to Liangzhou City and was treated as a human trafficker by him.

At the other end, Xie Chen, who was originally hiding in the tree, jumped off the tree neatly and led the people forward.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?"

The man bowed slightly: "Young Master, the old master wants to see Young Master Song."

Xie Chen frowned: "What did you see him for?"

"The old master intends to ask young master Song to accompany the young master, and wants to test the knowledge of young master Song."

Xie Chen touched the tip of his nose, and whispered: "What knowledge does my grandfather know?" He turned his head and glanced at Song Jiao, raised his chin, and said deliberately: "Go tell grandpa, I am very satisfied, let him do it... ..."

Song Jiao quickly raised his hands and jumped high, attracting his attention: "You should test me! I accept the test!"

The man nodded: "Then please ask Young Master Song to come with me."

"it is good."

Song Jiao trotted back, picked up the little yellow dog, and followed them away.

Xie Chen stood there with a sullen face, and his friends asked him, "Brother Shen, are you still playing?"

"He took all the handkerchiefs away, how to play?"

Of course it was Song Jiao.

Xie Chen stomped his feet: "Is it so bad to be my companion?" He followed up: "Go, go and have a look."

He wanted Song Jiao to read with him, and when Song Jiao did, hum.

Song Jiao hugged the little yellow dog and walked in the corridor.

The system asked: "How is it? Maomao, do you need me to mobilize the database to help you?"

"No." Song Jiao flatly refused, "Last time when grandpa took my knowledge test, you helped me cheat, but grandpa saw through it all at once, and made me copy the books for three days."

"It was an accident last time. The old bandit has no culture, so he can't tell."

"That won't work either. I won't do it next time. I'll always show my stuff. I'm not a dumpling." Song Jiao paused, "Besides, I didn't want to pass the exam."

"Huh? You don't want to be Xie Chen's accompanying reader?"

Song Jiao expressed a strong rejection: "No, I want to!"

He didn't want to be Xie Chen's companion. If he did, Xie Chen would definitely use his strength to bully him.

When grandpa helps him find grandpa, he will leave with grandpa, so he won't be a companion.

It's a pity for the system, the bandit young master's civic assistant line was cut off just like that.

However, he also respected Song Jiao's choice, so he asked, "Then how do you plan to answer later?"

"Hmm..." Song Jiao touched his chin and thought for a while, "Grandpa doesn't like me to read idle books, and I'll just use the words in those idle books to answer nonsense later."

The two people were talking, and they arrived at the place.

The bandit who led the way pushed the door open, and after Song Jiao entered, he closed the door and blocked Xie Chen and others behind him.

Song Jiao walked into the room, his grandfather was not there, there were only two people in the room, one was Grandpa Xie Shen, the old master Xie from the bandit village, he was standing by the door with his arms folded and a straight face; hair and beard sitting at the table.

The old man beckoned to Song Jiao: "You are Song Wenxue's little grandson? Come."

Song Jiao stepped forward, said hello to the old man, put the little yellow dog by the foot of the table, climbed up the chair, and sat down opposite the old man.

This is the rule of the school, and the grandfather also tested him at home.

Seeing that he was well-behaved, the old man smiled at him: "Don't be afraid, my surname is Liu, you can just call me Grandpa Liu. I know your grandfather, and I'm here to test you today, okay?"

Song Jiao nodded, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Okay."

Grandpa Liu took a book and pointed to the words on it for him to recognize.

When the question was almost finished, he took out another book, covered a certain sentence in the book with a white note, and then came to ask him.

"'A trip to the great road', come."

Song Jiao has memorized this article, but now he is going to start talking nonsense.

He cleared his throat: "The world is for..."

Xie Chen's grandfather interrupted them impatiently before the word "mother" which was opposite to "male" was spoken.

"Tsk, you scholars are always like this, it's annoying to death."

Mr. Liu lowered his face: "If the old boss doesn't like the old man's school examination method, just go out and wait."

"The reason why I snatched you up the mountain is for you to teach. You always teach the same way. I'm tired of hearing it." The old bandit stepped forward and leaned against the table, "Maomao, let me ask you."

The door god grandfather is so fierce.Song Jiao hid to the side, and my name is Maomao, not Maomao.

Several children lying outside the door gasped at the same time, they were also a little afraid of Grandpa Xie Chen.

Xie Chen also frowned, looking inside seriously.

Mr. Xie thought for a while and asked Song Jiao: "Do you usually honor your grandfather at home?"

"Of course." This can't be nonsense.

"Then how do you honor your grandfather?"

"I eat with my grandpa every day, beat my grandpa's back, and study hard to make my grandpa happy."

The old bandit smiled: "That's better than my restless grandson." He asked again: "What will you play with them when you come here?"

"When I play catch, I always fail to catch people. Xie Chen always climbs up the tree."

The old bandit laughed: "You can't climb a tree?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "I can't climb up."

The old bandit seemed to be chatting, and chatted with him some gossip.

For some reason, no matter what Song Jiao said, he always laughed.The air is full of joy.

Finally, the old bandit asked, "Maomao, what do you think of the emperor?"

"what?"

"emperor."

This Song Jiao knew that he had watched "Havoc in Heaven" a hundred times!

Song Jiao replied confidently: "The emperor takes turns to do it, and come to my house next year!"

The old bandit is a ruthless person who rebelled, and what Song Jiao said was exactly what he wanted.

He laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, you really deserve to be the grandson of the great historian of Song Dynasty."

Song Jiao didn't know whether he was right or wrong, the old bandit patted him on the shoulder and almost sent him flying.

"Okay, then it's you."

"Ah?" Song Jiao looked puzzled, he was talking about "Havoc in Heaven", not "University" and "The Doctrine of the Mean"!

The system almost wants to be killed, my stupid host, you have been hit!What did you win?

Xie Chen outside the door almost cheered, thank you grandpa!