Shut up, call Daxian [Entertainment]

At around eight o'clock the next morning, the students in Class Two of the primary school were sitting in their seats, quietly listening to the teacher's lecture.

At the end of the classroom, Feng Ming was lazily sitting on a boss's chair, looking at Huang Xi who was telling stories on the podium, with a rare smile on his lips.

Yesterday was the students' favorite class, but today it makes the children tremble with fear.

The children in the second class heard other children say that this teacher taught the best. They were looking forward to it, but now they just want to cry.

For some reason, the person who came with the teacher at the back made them very scared, as if they were being watched by a ghost.

Even the most mischievous classmate Zhang Xiaomin didn't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest.

Children are generally psychic, and the children in this class are only eight years old at most, and they are extremely sensitive to Feng Ming, who has a big monster inside.

Feng Ming didn't intentionally let out his breath, nor did he intentionally withdraw it, but the presence of the Phoenix blood in his body was too strong.

The classroom was very quiet, only the voice of Huang Xi telling stories.

"The little rabbit left the rabbit's nest and ran to the place where he had an appointment with the weasel yesterday. As he walked, he met the little chicken. He asked: 'Little chicken, where are you going?' The little chicken replied: 'I I want to find Huang Huang." The little rabbit said: "I will go too, let's go together." In this way, the two little friends went to find the weasel together."

"The weasel waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the little rabbit who came to him. He was a little anxious. He left the cave and called the little rabbit everywhere, 'Little rabbit, where are you?' 'Little rabbit!' He searched for a long time, But I still haven't seen the little rabbit."

"'Uncle Grandpa, do you know where the little rabbit is?' the Weasel asked Grandpa Tree. 'He was captured by two two-legged animals'."

"...the weasel knew that the little rabbit and the chick had been taken away, so he decided to rescue them. He walked a long way and saw two animals walking on two legs."

"...the weasel jumped in another direction. By the time the two villains reacted, the little rabbit and the chicken had been rescued by the weasel."

"So far, they lived happily together."

After Huang Xi finished telling the story, the children's eyes sparkled, and they forgot about the scary characters behind them, and rushed to say one by one: "Great, they were rescued."

"Bad guys are so bad."

"Fortunately, there are weasels."

"The weasel is so smart, I will save my good friend like him in the future."

Huang Xi narrowed his eyes. If there was a tail behind him now, he would definitely be shaking it excitedly.

Now children, it's so good to praise others face to face.

After Huang Xi called the end of get out of class, she walked out of the classroom, Feng Ming followed closely behind.

The lower classes in the back were the same as the first class, first they were frightened by Feng Ming who was sitting at the end of the class, then they were attracted by Huang Xi's story, recovered little by little, and finally forgot about Feng Ming behind.

The senior grades felt worse, and the stories Huang Xi told were different.

After several other people's suggestions, Huang Xi changed the story and told some cases of successful people.

It's just that as a weasel who has just entered the world, how much can he be expected to really understand.

Therefore, in the future, when they successfully walk out of this mountain village and become cutting-edge talents in various industries, when they were asked what changed them, all of them replied: "Teacher Huang Xi."

"What did he do?"

"He opened the way out of the mountain for us."

Now, Huang Xi walked up to the boy who asked the question, "What did you just ask?"

The 11-year-old boy's heart was pounding, he broke away from the deskmate who was pulling his sleeve, and asked again boldly: "I want to ask, people like us who lacked education since childhood, have poor families, and do not have good conditions , how to get out of this mountain in the future?"

The noisy classroom just now quieted down.

This class is a junior high school class, and the children in their early ten years old have reached the sensible grade, and they also know their current situation.

This question is sharp and true. They are ashamed to ask the teacher such a question, but they really want to hear the teacher's answer.

Dozens of pairs of expectant eyes looked at Huang Xi, Feng Ming also sat up straight, his expression became serious.

This question is too difficult to answer. What children need now is not what they have heard since they were young. You just need to work hard to get rid of such empty words.

But for their conditions, it is too cruel to answer "too difficult" truly.

Feng Ming sweated for Huang Xi.

Huang Xi didn't think for long, and the answer was faster than all of them imagined.

"Go out."

The boy froze for a moment, then asked: "How?"

"Go with your feet."

The boy's eyes dimmed, and he lay motionless on the table after sitting down, and he didn't even get up when his classmates stood up and shouted "goodbye, teacher".

Walking out of that classroom, Huang Xi asked Feng Ming with some grievances: "Is what I said wrong, why does that child seem to be very sad?"

Feng Ming rubbed Huang Xi's head, "You're right, it's just that they don't understand."

Huang Xi was not comforted, the disappearing light in the boy's eyes was like a thorn in his heart, and he was absent-minded in the next few classes.

After dinner in the evening, Feng Ming squeezed his sister-in-law into another room, hugged Huang Xi and said slowly.

"The development of human beings is inheritance. One generation uses the wisdom of the previous generation to educate the next generation. They are smart and capable. After only a few hundred years, the demon world had to withdraw..."

Feng Ming talked for a long time, and told Huang Xi the current situation of the human world, that human beings are divided into different classes, the situation of this village, the past of these children, and the "mountain" that the child said. '.

Huang Xi buried her head on Feng Ming's chest, her voice choked up, "Their birth was not decided by them, it shouldn't be like this."

Feng Ming sighed and said: "Although it is so, the fact is like this."

Feng Ming patted Huang Xi on the back, "It's not your fault."

Huang Xi shook his head, nestled against Feng Ming's chest for a long time, then suddenly raised his head.

Through the moonlight, Feng Ming saw Huang Xi's tear-filled eyes, bright and firm.

"I want to help them." After Huang Xi finished speaking, he ran out of bed and changed his clothes, left the room, and went straight to the director's room.

Feng Ming was worried and followed behind.

In the middle of the night, the director was woken up by the sound of knocking on the door. He wanted to lose his temper, but was forced back by the two people at the door.

He greeted the two of them with a pale face, and closed the door.

The three of them didn't know what they said in the room, anyway, when Huang Xi and Feng Ming came out an hour later, the director's eyes completely turned into reverence, facing Huang Xi.

For the next two days, no one saw Huang Xi, and then Mr. Feng who was visiting the class disappeared, but Shan Que was still there.

Bai Xuan looked in the direction of the mountain and remained silent. The other guests asked the director worriedly. The director only went back to Huang Xi's house and something happened. He himself is fine.

If there are too many directors, they don't talk, they can't work out, and the guests don't ask, it's time to go to class.

That night, the director was applying a facial mask in his room, and was directly bumped into by Shan Que who opened the door.

The director screamed that the mask was still in the trash can, and pointed at Shan Que like a forced woman, "Why didn't you knock on the door and just come in?!"

"I knocked."

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"I don't know about that." Shan Que glanced at the director, and said, "Are you listening to a song?"

The director looked down at the earphones that were tightly attached to the mask in the trash can, and turned his head silently.

"I'm here on business," Shan Que said.

"What's the matter, tell me."

"My boss decided to invest in the red oranges here."

"What did you say?" The director rushed over, grabbed Shan Que's shoulder and shook it, "Say it again."

Shan Que pushed the director's hand away, a slight dislike flashed in his calm eyes, "My boss decided to invest in the red orange here."

"This is what you said, and you can't go back on it." The director grabbed Shan Que's arm, trying hard to suppress the heart that was beating violently due to excitement.

"Don't go back on your word." Shan Que dodged deftly, ignored the director after speaking, turned and walked out.

The director walked back and forth excitedly, he looked at the dark sky, before Shan Que left his room, he used his fat body to block Shan Que's path nimbly and skillfully.

"Go, come with me to the village chief!"

The director's belly was too fat, and he blocked the door tightly, Shan Que lost the best time to leave.

The director was afraid that the person would run away, so without saying a word, he pulled the person and walked out.

Shan Que hesitated for a moment, and finally put down the other hand that was brewing the spell.

Because this fat pig broke the rules, it's not worth it.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the village chief went to bed early. There were a lot of things happened today. Although he was very tired, it was the happiest day he had in decades.

Their village was saved.

He was dreaming a sweet dream buried by Hong Cheng when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was so urgent that the village head was so frightened that he didn't even put on his clothes, so he hurriedly opened the door for someone.

As soon as the door opened, the two director brothers embraced the village chief, and said in an old brother's tone, "Let me tell you, the problem we encountered today has been solved."

It was a bit cold at night, the director pushed the village head into the house, and with the other hand he greeted Shan Que who was left behind by him.

Shan Que twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and walked in.

The village chief was just woken up, and now he was still a little dazed, until the director said, "To sum up, the publicity, transportation, and management personnel are all provided by them, and you are only responsible for the supply of goods, and they only charge [-]% of your profits", He just came back to his senses.

The director talked non-stop for a while, took a sip of water and prepared to take a break to listen to the village chief's opinion, but the village chief smiled apologetically and said, "I was distracted just now, can you say it again?"

The director spit out the water with a puff, and coughed while leaning on the table.

After coughing, he glanced at the aloof Shan Que, then at the obedient village chief who was waiting for him to continue, and silently repeated what he had just said.

"Really?! Are you serious?!"

The village chief's reaction was even more exaggerated than the director's. The old man in his 50s was instantly younger than 20 years old, with his waist in his hand, pointing at the roof like a crazy old Taoist priest, "God has not forgotten me Cai Nanxiong, let me meet this person in my lifetime." Well, our Lanyong Village is saved, hahaha!"

After the village chief laughed, a louder voice came from the next door, "Damn old Cai, who doesn't sleep at night, is he crazy?!"

The village head closed his mouth and fell silent for a moment.

The director walked to the side of the village chief, and the two of them got together very closely, talking in a low voice, and occasionally let out a suppressed laugh.

Against the background of the night, it is extremely wretched.

Shan Que quietly walked a few steps away from the person, worried about the young master's decision.

I don't know what the young master is paying for at no cost.

Shan Que, who has been single for more than sixty years, thought about it truthfully.