child prodigy at eighty

Three yuan is nothing to him, but it is not a small amount to other people. They teach three yuan a month. He can't just teach in odd hours. It must be a whole day on weekends, otherwise he will be sorry for the money. .

In the end, I decided not to teach on the two nights of Monday and Thursday, and teach two hours every other night, plus a whole day on weekends.

Everyone was quite satisfied with this timetable. Song Shiyu, who felt that he had little time and was unwilling, directly said that he could not use it. My time was actually more valuable.

Later, Song Shiyu had to practice for more than an hour every day after teaching others, and he had to practice for more than an hour every day. There was almost no rest time every day. If it was someone else, even an adult would not be able to bear it, let alone a child, but he enjoyed it and didn't feel hard at all. .

The problem of time is solved. The second is the venue. Since the class is going to start, I have to find a place to write in class.Their family is definitely not good, the men are almost unable to move away, and they must find a new place.

At first Song Shiyu wanted to go to school, the ready-made venue and tables and chairs were convenient.The principal was also very willing, but the school union heard that he charged three yuan alone.

This is normal. He asked how much the rent was, and the trade union asked for 15 yuan a month. There is no room for bargaining. Why don't you grab it.If this was the case, almost half of the income would have to go into it, Song Xiaosan would not be happy about it.He doesn't take advantage of his money, treat him as a fool.But people from the labor union said, love it or not.Song Xiaosan was out of temper, turned his head and left.

The ready-made place could not be used, so he thought about where to rent such a spacious place, but after searching for several days, it was not suitable.Nowadays, most families have many children and housing is tight. There are not many people who can spare a room to hold calligraphy classes for them. He also needs a large enough space for twenty desks, good lighting, and small windows for writing expenses. , which is even more difficult.

This little three is annoying, every day after school, he wanders around the city looking for a place, and he doesn't bother to go to the repair shop for several days.

"San'er, come here." Gu Weifeng greeted loudly.

"what happened?"

"I found a house, do you want to see it?"

"Look, I've lost my head."

"Let me tell you first, this is the house of the broken shoe dealer, and the two houses on the opposite door will move out."

"Their house, don't look."

"What's the matter? Do you dislike their reputation?"

"I don't want to pay rent to that kind of person, dirty my money."

"They don't rent, they sell."

When Song Xiaosan heard about the sale of the house, he didn't mind, "Let's go and have a look."

The two of them galloped while riding their bicycles.

Some people came to see Liu Jiecai, the cheating man, who was very enthusiastic. He didn't look down on them because they were children.They are now the gods of wealth in the city, the most likely to pay for the house.

This house is at the end of the alley. The yard is not big but paved with broken bluestone, which has been polished extremely smooth. As soon as Song Shiyu entered, he took a fancy to the spacious main room.

This house is old, and Liu Jiecai said as he walked that it was passed down from his ancestors. The tall house and beams are a rare big house here. Although it is old, they have taken good care of it. Mothed, very strong.

There are also a few smaller houses where they live with their children. Now they are going back to their wife's hometown. The house will break down if it is empty, so they want to transfer it to someone with predestined relationship.

It sounds nice, but in fact, he couldn't stay in Yucheng any longer, and went back to the countryside in disgrace. In the past, he had always disliked his wife who was a rural person with no education.

Song Shiyu took a general look at the house. It was always old, and old was really old. It was not dilapidated, and it was definitely not as good as his beautification, but it really met his requirements.

Firstly, the room is spacious enough and the windows are big enough; secondly, the house is at the end of the alley, so there is no noise; thirdly, the house is fairly clean, and an empty room can be brightened a lot by painting it with a coat of white, and it can be used on a table.

Men are still gushing about the historic benefits of the house.

"How much?" Song Shiyu asked impatiently as he listened to his nagging.

"Uh, two thousand." The man rolled his eyes, seeing that he didn't pick a single fault, he immediately took it to heart, and opened his mouth like a lion.

"Ms. Liu, you think we are stupid." Gu Weifeng was very angry, and said directly to Song Shiyu: "The opposite side is also selling, let's go to the opposite side to have a look."

"Don't don't don't, it's easy to discuss if you have something to say, this is not a discussion." The man hurriedly smiled and kept people away.

"You didn't discuss the price." Gu Weifeng said firmly.

"I think you really want it, so it's one thousand eight, not one thousand seven. Such a good house can't be less."

"The opposite side sells it for [-] yuan and can still negotiate the price. Let's go and have a look first, and then we'll talk if it's not suitable."

"That's one thousand and six. The other side is not as big as me, so I really can't talk about it." The man lowered the price again.

For those who earn more than 80 yuan a month and still need to support their families, saving [-] yuan a year means that they can’t save any more. Dual employment is better, a little bit more, but it is also limited.Faced with such economic conditions, people have almost no concept of buying a house. The rural areas build their own urban units, and no matter how crowded they are, few people buy houses.Therefore, buying a house is not easy, and selling a house is even more difficult.

"1000 yuan, we will buy it if you want to sell it, and forget it if you don't sell it." Gu Weifeng directly gave a reserve price, "We also know the details of your house. No one will want it except us, and you can't rent it out. It has a bad reputation. .”

Gu Weifeng's words hit the sore spot, the man couldn't hold back his face, he wanted to be angry but he knew he was right, it's been a month, and there were three calls in total to see the house, one was lower than the other, his price counted OK

You came and I talked again and again, and finally won the yard at a price of [-]. There was no need for Song Xiaosan to talk about it, and it was all wrapped up by the capable brother Gu.

Song Xiaosan was very satisfied.This is a complete apprenticeship, and there is no need for him as a master.

Turning their heads, they entered the opposite yard and won it for 1000 yuan.

"Why are you buying a house?" Song Xiaosan asked strangely.

"I want to move all the goods here. Have you noticed that the back wall of the yard is next to the road. When the time comes, open the door there and I will ship directly here, so as not to make troubles and make the repair shop unsafe." Gu Weifeng She had already planned it out, and she could still be his neighbor, killing two birds with one stone.

Both of them had a bad reputation and couldn't stay, so they rushed to the street to do justice, wrote the real estate transfer letter, and because the buyer of the house was too young, there was a twists and turns, and old man Li made a guarantee before it was over.

Those two people took the money and left as soon as the formalities were completed, and each gave each other a mouthful, which was disgusting to watch.

Next, Gu Weifeng, who was repairing the house and whitewashing it, asked someone to do it directly, and Song Xiaosan didn't worry about it.

Song Xiaosan went to the carpenter's shop to fix the tables and chairs, and waited for everything to be tidied up before the class started.

Then, he started to do the last thing, writing a copybook.

To learn calligraphy from him, it is natural to practice his calligraphy.Although he didn't dare to compare with famous calligraphers like Yan Zhenqing and Huang Tingjian, he could teach people with little foundation, and he would not humiliate them if he practiced.

He used the orthodox half-baked rice paper he bought from the provincial capital to write his copybooks, which he couldn't buy in Yucheng, and it cost fifty cents a sheet, so he bought it back for a dollar.One hundred bills for one knife, 50 yuan is gone, and I didn't dare to let his mother Liu Erhua know.

It is said that after earning money, besides buying a tape recorder to buy things for his family, the biggest expense is to buy these stationery tools. He no longer uses old newspapers for calligraphy practice, but uses rough edge paper. Knowing how to use it, I can scrap a pile of old thick paper every day, and sell waste paper for [-] cents.

The pen is a pen I am used to, and I used pine smoke ink for grinding, and it took me a week to write. It was so hard work, and Song Xiaosi was jealous.

"My brother taught me that I don't even have a copybook."

"I have taught you everything, but you still use copybooks?"

"Uh, that, that's different, I want it too."

"Here, write it ten times a day." Song Shiyu casually handed him a roughly papered copy.

The copybooks are made in the shape of 16-mo booklets, but they are folded and stretched out to a length of one foot. Simple pasting is carried out. The craftsmanship is not good but it can prevent the trouble of turning it over in a few days.Of course, his so-called lack of fineness is already a fine product in the eyes of others.

In reality, there are still a few people who have this skill, but I don't know where he learned it.

Well, people are born with it.

Song Xiaosi couldn't put it down, looked at it over and over again, and announced loudly: "I want to go to class too."

"Go and go, there is no place you don't want to go." Liu Erhua said disapprovingly when he heard him.

"I'm willing to go anywhere." Xiao Si yelled.

"Song Shiyu, come here." Papa Song came back from the outside with a tiger's face.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Song Shiyu was at a loss, what's the matter?

"What have you been doing all this time?"

"It's just busy calligraphy class, don't you watch it every day?"

"How did I hear that you bought the house of the gangster Liu Jiecai?"

"It's not that there is no place to hold a class. I bought it just because it was suitable for him."

"Why didn't you discuss such a big matter with your family? You said that the place was found, and I thought you rented a place without thinking too much. Do you know what he did? How dare you buy his house?"

"Song Xiaosan, do you want to go to heaven and buy the house as soon as you say it?" Liu Erhua was blown up when he heard that, this child was so bold that he had no limits.

"I just want to run a good class, so what's the big deal?" Song Shiyu and his parents are not on the same circuit at all, and every purchase is tens of thousands of dollars, and he doesn't think a thousand dollars is a big deal.

Song Shiyu didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and he looked like it was no big deal and you all made a fuss about it.He couldn't understand why his mother was so angry and his father was so serious, "Didn't you say that we can decide how to spend the money we earn by ourselves? I just set up a place to run calligraphy classes, and it cost a total of 100 yuan. Yuan, not much."

"This is not much, this is not much! What else do you want! If you want to spend more than 1000, you can spend it as you like. I want to know that you have so much money that has been confiscated long ago!" Liu Erhua was so angry that he didn't know what to say. Grab the rolling pin and hit.

"Calling you not much! What is too much!"

More than 1000, he and Lao Song have been young for 20 years and have saved more than 2000 yuan, which is equivalent to half of the family's belongings in one fell swoop. This is going to kill her!

Song Xiaosan ran around screaming, the room was so big, and within a few steps, the old lady blocked her by the bed, and then, the rolling pin made intimate contact with her butt.

"Let you spend money recklessly! Let you toss around!" The rolling pin fell on the buttocks without mercy.

"Oh..." Help!The scorching pain spread from the buttocks to the whole body, and Song Xiaosan's steadfast man was forced to cry.

Song Xiaosan let out a series of screams, "Oh...it hurts..."

"Do you still dare to spend money recklessly?" Liu Erhua pointed at him with a rolling pin and asked angrily.

"Don't dare, dare not." At this moment, Song Xiaosan was extraordinarily flexible, his painful face was wrinkled into a ball, and there were still tears hanging down, looking pitiful and exasperating.

"Where's the money? Hand it over!" Liu Erhua didn't say anything this time that she saved it. This kid has nothing to do with it. He dares to spend any amount of money for you, no matter what!

Song Xiaosan limped to the bed where she lived, dragged out a big biscuit box from under the bed, and pushed it in front of her mother, "It's all here, and the rest are on top of the box." Covering his buttocks with his hands, he retreated far away to the door, "Speaking is nothing, adults will lie and backtrack."

"That's what your father said, go find your father." Liu Erhua didn't listen to his tricks, opened the iron box and looked, it was full of tickets, and the stacks were neatly stacked.

A total of 330 and 400 yuan at one o'clock, if you add the [-] yuan he spent, it would be more than [-] yuan, which is about the same as the family savings!When Liu Erhua thought of the money that was spent, she felt so distressed that she couldn't breathe.This loser's stuff.

He gave the third child a hard look, took the whole money away, and left seven yuan for him, "I will save it for you to marry a wife, so that you don't know where to spend it."

"You can't take all of it! I haven't settled the bill with the carpenter yet, so at least leave me a hundred."

"What's the carpenter's business again? Have you made furniture for your family?"

"It's a desk and chair for the class. How can I have a class without a desk?"

"One hundred!" Liu Erhua was furious, "What kind of table can't make you have to buy a new one? Money isn't money, is it? I really want to beat you to death, you prodigal bastard."

Then he locked the money in the cabinet, took three ten-yuan bills and threw them into the box: "It's only thirty, not a cent more!"

"Dad, look at my mother!" Song Shiyu couldn't even care about his butt, and wailed and looked at his always democratic father, hoping that he could lend a helping hand.

"You deserve it." Father Song interrupted his delusion mercilessly, "You just owe it to your mother to keep the money, so you can't lose it."

"But I still need to buy paper, pens, and meat..." Song Xiaosan struggled.

"I'll buy it for you." Liu Erhua directly cut off his words, "Pay the bill to me once a month from now on, if you dare to play tricks to see if I don't deal with you." Then she turned to look at the second child who was watching the bustle: "You too, money I'll save it for you, don't think I don't know what good things you do with money every day."

"Mom! It's none of my business!" Song Shifeng didn't know why the flames of war came to him. He only earned a little money, so what else could he do after handing it in?

"You are an older brother, you have to be an example."

"Our mistress is a role model, as long as there is him."

"Then you shouldn't learn from your role model?" Song Xiaosan said quietly.

"Role models are for admiration. I still have a long way to go, and I don't have any money." Song Laoer looked as if he was dying.

Liu Erhua gave him a sideways look, "Say one more thing."

"Hand it up." Song Lao Er hesitated for a second.

After the two children's money was searched, Liu Erhua continued to cook, and Song's father appeared on the stage.

"Sit down, let's have a good talk." Song Changhe said to his two sons.

Song Xiaosan half-sat on the saddle with his butt tilted, gasping for breath just from the pain.But he couldn't stop him from complaining in his heart, "Talk about it" He has also said this to others, usually in the first place.I didn't expect it to be my turn so soon.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Papa Song asked Xiaosan.

"Spending money indiscriminately?" Song Xiaosan thought for a while and felt wronged: "How can this be called reckless spending? I bought a house and real estate to facilitate my work, and I didn't do anything bad."

"I don't even have one. Why did you take my money?" Song Laoer felt that he was wronged even more.

"You're still wronged. Look at which kid does such a big thing by himself? What if he is cheated? For 1000 yuan, whoever has this incident can beat the kid to death. How about you?" injustice?"

"And you, if you earn some money, you will show off with your friends and take people to state-run restaurants for dinner. You still dare to drink, and you pretend that we don't know anything?"

Song Shifeng immediately pretended to be dead.

"It's not that you asked me to earn money and spend it myself, but now you say no, the reason is all on your shoulders." Comrade Xiaosan didn't pretend to be dead, he talked more, "From ancient times to the present, there has never been anyone who was beaten because of a child's progress. , I was the first."

"You are still motivated, it has nothing to do with being motivated!" Liu Erhua mocked through the curtain.

"Mom, this is a conversation between men, don't interrupt." Song Xiaosan yelled.

"Yes, a man's talk." Song Xiaosi rubbed against Xiao San, and was about to slip into his arms, but Xiao San hurriedly stopped him: "Sit by yourself, sit by yourself."

Xiao Si sat down next to him, wanting to participate in this man's conversation.

"Song Shiyu, I said you earn your own money and spend it yourself, but shouldn't you report this huge expense to us? Just take your house purchase this time as an example, the previous owner's reputation is bad, In the past, this is the crime of hooliganism and you have to sit in the prison, so you dare to buy this house?"

"What does a bad person have to do with the house? Besides, it's not money... Forget it, I didn't report it because I didn't think carefully."

"Everyone who is not good will be implicated. Now when it comes to Yuqian Alley, no one calls it Yuqian Alley. They just call it Broken Shoes. How do you buy this house?" where to come.Nowadays, there are many people who want face and reputation, but if something bad happens, the whole city will know it, not to mention that no one wants the house, even the neighbors will be implicated by him, creating a broken shoe alley, what a good word.I don't know who coaxed his children to buy such a crappy place. If he knows, he must give him something to look at.

"These useless things will disappear after a while. When my calligraphy class starts, it will be called the end of Calligraphy Lane, and the reputation can't be better." Song Shiyu thinks it's nothing to worry about.

"That is to say, if you open a calligraphy class, what if you get married? Can you still hear that name?"

"I'm not married."

"Is this a question of whether to get married or not? Spending money must be planned and purposeful, and good steel must be used wisely. For example, if you buy such a yard, how many people do you have to teach and how long does it take to earn it back? Have you ever figured it out?" ?”

"Eh..." He really didn't think about it.

Song Changhe made a calculation for him, "Just beat you. Now there are fifteen people, and each person will be charged three yuan a month. Generally speaking, it is about three months. You can just go home and practice by yourself. No one is an adult. Let me learn calligraphy with you? After this group of people have finished learning, where can I find students? Even if there are three or five students, you have to buy a house, set up tables and chairs, and pay for electricity. When will you spend such a large amount of money? Can you take it back?"

Why does it feel like there is no end in sight?Song Shiyu thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it in his mouth: "We can still move there. You see, the house is crowded now, and then we will be able to share a room with each other and have a spacious kitchen. My mother will do it. You don’t have to squeeze the corridors for dinner.” The more he thought about it, the more he felt that was the case, and he felt elated.

"I don't want to live in a place where broken shoes are sold, it's shameful." Liu Erhua said through the curtain.

"At that time, it will be the world of calligraphy culture. Mom, it will smell like a book."

"Just coax your mother to me."

Song Changhe knocked on the table: "It's not a matter of being unable to live, Song Xiaosan, reflect on yourself."

Song Xiaosan didn't say anything more.

"Song Shifeng, how about you, is the meat delicious?" He then asked the second child.

"It's delicious." No one can say that the meat is unpalatable.

"Is the wine good?"

Song Shifeng shook his head, "It's not good."

"How many times have you invited your friends to a restaurant?"

"Twice...three times..."

"How many times have your friends invited you?"

"They have no money."

"If you don't have money, you don't have to hire a state-run restaurant. Baozi Mantou can always afford it, right?"

"...No, their family is in trouble..."

"Okay, they are in trouble, so they can always do your work and sell your goods. Your money didn't come from the wind. Can they help?"

"They have a lot of homework..."

"A lot of work? Why do I always see them walking around the street, am I dazzled?"

"Forehead……"

"Look at what your friends are doing? They are idle and not doing their jobs, eating and drinking what you have but never expecting anything in return. Then look at your brother's friends, what is Gu Weifeng doing? Song Shifeng, your brother knows how to spend money to buy property, at least He did something serious, how about you? Don't you think there's something wrong?"

"What's wrong, I just earn less, and if I earn more, I will build a big yard, and my friend, if they didn't say that there are enough people selling other goods, my friend would also earn money by himself."

"How little do you earn? My first money was 528 cents. How come you have more than this? Why don't you see money making money?" Song Shiyu rolled his eyes, "Whoever I like to sell my goods to, just you few Friend, I don't like it."

"Why do you look down on my friend!"

"Just because they won't be your friends soon." Song Changhe sneered.

"impossible."

Ha ha.

Song Xiaosi sat upright on the stool, waiting for him to speak, but after waiting for a long time, he realized that the meeting was about to adjourn?

"Daddy, me, me," he yelled, throwing his hands up.

"Yes, and you, you packed all the plasticine for the whole building, didn't you?" Song Changhe looked at him and said, "No one will buy it for you in the future. I'll see what you get as a gift." This child is completely inappropriate. People don't know that firewood and rice are expensive, but they can be built with energy.

"I'm playing with my friends, didn't dad say that?"

"That didn't make you promise to give everyone a box. You treat it as mud. How much do you want without spending money?"

"Third brother buys."

"Third, don't buy him any more plasticine."

Song Shiyu nodded dispensable.

Song Xiaosi suddenly felt that he should not speak.

At night, the couple began to worry about the two sons while lying on the bed.

"The third one is so courageous that he can go to heaven, and the second one is so stupid that I want to pry open his head to see that it is filled with straw. Why do you think these two are so worrying?" Liu Erhua thinks that her hair can I'm sad.

"The third child is a big kid. I'm afraid that he will fall into trouble if his life is too smooth. The second child is a normal child. It's not the time to face at such an age. Don't look at the bragging. In fact, he has a soft heart and a soft ear. Three good words and a bunch of people can't find the north, just learn the lesson." Song Changhe was also worried, but he was worried about the third child, this child ran too fast, he was really afraid that he would be bruised and swollen and unable to crawl stand up.

"Let them take care of the money. If you don't have money, you will cause trouble." He said.

"Well, I have to save it for them. The third child has enough money to marry a wife." Speaking of this, Liu Erhua couldn't help laughing, "I used to worry that the four boys in our family would not have enough money to marry a wife, but what? What to do? I didn't expect Xiao San to earn so much by himself, and even built a yard, this kid is better than you."

"He's just too strong." Song Changhe sighed, "I wish he wasn't so strong. Don't tell the old saying, Jiang Lang is exhausted..."

"Bah, bah, what are you talking about, my third son is doing well." Liu Erhua didn't want to listen, so she slapped him on the arm.

"Okay, okay, I'm not worried about him."

"What are you thinking about? Little San is going to college. I heard his teacher praise him yesterday. Little San doesn't need to worry about his studies, but the second will graduate from junior high school next year. I don't think he will pass the high school entrance examination."

"The second child can't study in elementary school. After graduating, find a place to go to work seriously, and don't run around all day. He is like this, and he is not a business material." Song Changhe can see that the second child is suitable for someone. One place is in charge, free-range breeding is not acceptable.

"I'm afraid my heart will run wild..."

"I don't know how the boss is doing in Inner Mongolia. I heard it's quite cold there now."

"A soldier is a member of the country, don't worry, you won't be frozen."

"It's a good thing I didn't go to the west, otherwise I would have to worry about it every day, and I don't know when I will be dragged to the war."

"Well, our child is lucky."

But what they didn't know was that Song Shilei's company, which was said to be lucky, had just received an order from its superiors to take turns on the border.

Song Shiyu's funds were handed in, and when the tables and chairs were finished and handed over, there was only five yuan and ten cents left in the carpenter's pocket, and it cost another one and two cents to hire a car to take them back, and then arranged them according to his preferences. Completely reduced from rich to abject poverty.

But he has a good thing, he doesn't take money as a big deal, if you say you want to accept it, then he will accept it for you, a total of 39 students will be accepted at the beginning of the class, and [-] yuan will be handed over to his mother , There is no plan to keep a private house at all.

His mother gave him nine yuan for emergency use, and kept the rest, so that the kid would not spend them randomly.

He turned around and took the money to hit a big wooden barrel and take a bath.

The wooden barrel was directly placed in the newly bought west room in the small courtyard. There was a kang inside. Gu Weifeng even found someone to tidy it up neatly. The kang was covered with mats, so it was no problem to sit around on weekdays.

Song Xiaosan finally found a place for himself where he could take a bath without having to squeeze into a hut and use a small basin to wash. This alone made him very satisfied.

Water is also convenient. There is a pressurized well in the yard and you can just press it directly. You can get hot water in a short time after heating the big stove.

But it was difficult for him to burn a large stove, so he couldn't use it.At this time, Gu Weifeng's big brother immediately showed his decathlon, you can't, I'll do it.

The two of them work at the opposite door, so it is very convenient to do everything. Since then, Xiaosan has lived a life of taking a bath every day.Gu Weifeng also boiled the water for him after his calligraphy class every day, and the room was also hot. It was so beautiful to take a comfortable bath before going home.

Gu Weifeng didn't bother to boil water for him every day, but felt that the kid was so clean that he liked it more and more.

Well, without further ado, Song Shiyu's calligraphy class started lively, and a firecracker was set off to celebrate that day.

He is the only calligraphy class in Yucheng. On the day of the class, there were quite a few people who came to see the excitement. In addition to the neighbors, there were also many people in the cultural circle. Many people wanted to see his three calligraphy classes. What kind of precious teaching method is [-] yuan a month.

Three yuan, how many things can be sold, is enough for an adult's ration, just to learn such a word, I have to throw three yuan in a month, really rich enough to support.

As soon as I arrived in this alley, some people were dissatisfied. Why, the name is not good.Going further in, well, it's the one that sells broken shoes. Before I went in, two parents said they didn't want to go to school.

Song Shiyu didn't say anything else, he just left if he wanted to, and he would never stop him.

As soon as the rest of the people went in, their eyes suddenly opened up, and Daiwa's white wall jumped out, compared with the dusty house outside, and their eyes felt comfortable.

The yard is not big, but it has been arranged in a very comfortable way. There is a table made of big tree stumps under a small tree in the yard. The stools are also made of the same material, but smaller, and they are all worthless things. , but it is very suitable here.

Entering the house again, the first feeling is bright.It was in the morning, and the sun in late autumn was not scorching, but the warm sun was very comfortable.And this comfortable sunshine just sprinkled in the room, making people feel happy.

Bamboo curtains that are no longer used are hung on the windows, curled and hung on the top of the windows, and can be lowered at any time to block the sun.

The tables, chairs and benches are all new, and there is still a faint smell of paint. This kind of generosity makes many people secretly dumbfounded, that is, they don't know about buying a house, so they can't shut their mouths in shock.

Then, I saw a copybook on each table.Song Shiyu said it was a textbook for them.

Some people couldn't help picking it up and looking at it, and then, no one dared to say that the three dollars were spent wrongly.Even two yuan can't buy this copybook.

At this time, a crisp copper bell sounded.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound in unison. It turned out that a brass bell was hung under the eaves at some point. The wind blew, and the tinkling light ring with a slight echo gave people a kind of idyllic tranquility.

This is a great place.Everyone thought in unison.

In the end, there were thirteen people who signed up, including a young man in his twenties, who was the one who ran out Song Xiaosi in the competition together.

Speaking of this one is also interesting, if you see someone who is not as good as you, you will really look down on him, but if you meet someone who is stronger than you, you will definitely ask for advice, no, he is the first one to sign up, and there is no point at all I feel that it is not interesting to learn words with a ten-year-old child.

People have said that what I study is calligraphy. It doesn’t depend on the age of the person. Is there any difference between adults and children?

Of course, this is paid, and there is another person who has to be taught without paying money, that is, the little brother of the husband's family that the sister-in-law stuffed in.

By the way, there is another one missing, Song Shiyan, who is clingy, but he only works on weekends, and he is not allowed to come over at night on weekdays.

"Now I'm going to class, everyone sit down, everyone who is not in class, please move." Song Shiyu said loudly, his voice was full of confidence in being a teacher.

As soon as everyone heard that someone was going to have a class, they immediately walked out with interest, and no one booed to listen in. This is a three-yuan class, which is very expensive.

Song Shiyu stood at the front, looking around at the same level with both eyes, with a serious and serious expression on his face, "Today you taught money to my class to learn Chinese characters, so I don't speak to others, only Chinese characters. Before the lecture, I have to declare three things, first, since I have paid the fee, I must study hard, I don’t care if I am late or leave early, but the money will not be refunded.”

The students suddenly buzzed: "Mr. Song, what if my family has something to do and I can't go to school?"

"This is the first lesson you have learned. No amount of difficulty can stop you from learning characters. If you don't have the perseverance, leave as soon as possible."

"But you won't refund the money."

"Yes, so any of you who want to run away, prepare to be beaten."

Most of the group of people below withered.

"Secondly, it is impossible to learn characters in three days or two days to achieve results. Teachers lead you in, practice depends on the individual, and don't tell me that you haven't learned well. If you don't learn well, it's because you haven't worked hard enough."

These words are not pleasant, but they are true. Anyone who can come to learn calligraphy understands it, and most people agree, but one raised his hand and asked, "How long will it take?"

"A wise person achieves small success in three to five years, even a fool can still look decent after practicing for a lifetime. Calligraphy is the test of perseverance."

"Then what is the third?"

"Keep hygienic, clean up whoever makes it dirty, make a duty schedule later, and clean up after school every day." He doesn't want to serve a group of ancestors.

Everyone agrees, isn't it right to go to school to clean up?

Next, Song Shiyu officially started the first lesson of his coaching career.

Gu Weifeng stood in the yard, watching the children talking in the window, he didn't know how to express the joy in his heart, as if the flowers he carefully planted finally bloomed.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Song Shiyu is really useless for him to plant, this is completely a wild daydream of his own.

There is just one thing he doesn't quite understand, why do you always emphasize that you won't refund the money?They also have a return for sale.

"Song Xiaosan is quite handsome." Old man Li, who came over at some unknown time, looked into the room with his hands behind his back.

"Master, why are you here?" Gu Weifeng was very shocked. He had been with this old man for four or five years, except for occasional purchases to go to the factory, and he had never seen him leave the repair shop. Today is the sun coming out from the south.

"I can't come?" Old man Li asked back.

"Yes, yes, you are very happy to come to Xiaosan." Gu Weifeng said, he was not flattering, but telling the truth.

Obviously, old man Li also knew this, with a smile on his face.

It didn't seem too long before the end of get out of class arrived. A group of children, big and small, rushed home as if they had been released from their cages. They had to come to class at two o'clock in the afternoon, and they had to go home for dinner.

"Mr. Li!" Song Xiaosi ran over bouncingly.

"Mr. Li, why are you here?" Song Xiaosan's question was exactly the same as Gu Weifeng's, but it made old man Li laugh. Without him, his face was so happy that he could kill anyone, as long as his brain is fine.

"Look at how the famous child prodigy in Yucheng became a teacher." Old man Li said with a smile.

"My brother is very powerful, very powerful, so many people listen to my brother." Song Xiaosi raised his face, almost dying of pride.

Song Shiyu waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "This is nothing interesting. If I had Mr. Li's help, I'd fix the TV. That would be interesting."

What he said couldn’t be more true. In his heart, those electrical appliances are the most interesting. He has disassembled the tape recorder that he bought a few months ago no less than five times, but he couldn’t install it every time. It was all up to Gu Weifeng to clean up the mess. , otherwise I don’t know how many meals I have to eat fried buttocks on bamboo boards.

Thinking about it, he looked at Gu Weifeng resentfully, why can he learn it?

When Gu Weifeng saw him like this, he knew that the little guy remembered his black hand experience again, and he was helpless.To say that this hands-on thing is just a lot of practice, but this guy is the same no matter how many times he practices, which is also strange.

But can he say that he really likes it?Only in this way is this little guy willing to be nice to him.Don't get me wrong, his kindness is entirely due to his friend's kindness, and now he doesn't have any thoughts that he shouldn't have.

"You, it's your life with a pen, admit it." Old man Li admitted it.

"I want to get a screwdriver..."

"Okay, okay, I ordered roast goose at the state-run restaurant, and I don't want to eat it cold." Old man Li pointed to a few oiled paper bags on the table.

"Hey, how do you know I'm craving this, but I haven't had it for a long time." Song Shiyu suddenly forgot to screw the screwdriver, and his mouth was about to flow out.

So don't talk about Song Xiaosi, you can't even pull out your eyes.

Gu Weifeng also swallowed, and quickly wrapped the paper