The next day, Fang Dehua, who was still sleeping, was shaken up by the swallow.
The little girl remembered last night. She didn't go to work with Brother Biao today. She just stared at him. She couldn't wait to shake people when she didn't get up at more than eight o'clock.
Fang Dehua, who learned of the situation, could not laugh or cry. Fortunately, he had slept for three or four hours and was only a little sleepy, which made him sigh again:
How nice to be young!
Simply wash and gargle. After breakfast (fried fish+cabbage), we set out to work with swallows.
"Oh, why did the elder brother leave me behind and go fishing first?"
"I'll go to nest first, and then go fishing after cutting papaya pulp."
"Come back soon."
Fang Dehua changed his fishing spot today. There were also some reeds. After following the same operation, he returned to work in the field.
Once in the field, the swallow pestered him to tell the story of the monkey.
Brother Biao wants to go fishing quickly, and his work is fast.
The two men surrounded a papaya, each responsible for one side, while the swallow still placed a small bowl.
"Brother Biao, don't worry. Take your time. It also takes time to nest. We will try to catch another big fish later!"
In the story of Journey to the West, the work in the field was soon finished.
Swallow, who wanted to hear more at the last moment, urged Fang Dehua to go fishing by the river at the next moment.
The three men led the buffalo to the fishing spot slowly. Fang Dehua went up to check and saw two signs of bait being eaten. He immediately fished and tied the bamboo tube.
After finishing the work here, he helped the swallow to fish, and he has already finished the task himself.
He himself took a small bench to Zhuyin and continued to copy Zhu Xian.
This kind of time also needs to disperse mental strength, which is most suitable for copying books.
Half an hour later, the bait showed no sign of being bitten.
Brother Biao and Swallow are a little impatient. They have mended the earthworms several times, but still can't get a fish.
Copying it again is like reviewing the classic. It's really sad for Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu.
Alas, they were still angry. Sitting there, they kept wringing their bodies. Fang Dehua looked at them and smiled. He continued to copy, trying to finish the fourth chapter as soon as possible.
Half a ring, the bamboo tube under your feet tightened, and you were caught!
Put down the pen, grab the bamboo tube, get up, and complete in one go!
Seeing this, the two boys threw the bamboo pole to the bank and rushed over.
Brother Biao hasn't forgotten to take the net copying.
After 20 minutes, a big fish entered the net, but it was only seven or eight kilograms.
Put it in a snakeskin bag and throw it to the river for ventilation, then go back to the small bench and continue to copy Zhang Xiaofan's tragedy.
Half an hour later, Fang Xingguo's roar came from the bank:
"Andy, Andy."
"Hey, what's wrong here?"
"Come back, teacher, home visit."
Fang Dehua was really stunned when he heard the word "home visit". It has been many years since he had this thing. Isn't this also regarded as graduation? How?
With doubts, he quickly packed up his things. Brother Biao grabbed to carry the snake skin bag.
Although the swallow still hasn't caught any fish, seeing another big fish means it will continue to have meat to eat! I was also very happy.
When they met, they knew that it was the high school head teacher who came to see him.
"Did you catch it again?" Fang Xingguo happily took the snakeskin bag and looked inside. He saw another large grass carp. He grabbed the snakeskin bag and ran home. "I'll go back to enlarge the water tank first."
Fang Dehua was speechless. He didn't take a pile of things and ran away with only one fish.
His uncle's idea is very simple. Live fish is expensive. Anyway, there is fish at home. He plans to sell it this afternoon.
When he got home, he saw a 28 bar bus in the yard, and Liu Guoqiang, the high school head teacher and Chinese teacher, was chatting with Fang Xingguo.
"Teacher Liu, why are you here?"
Fang Dehua said hello, and the two children also said: Hello, Miss Liu!
Liu Guoqiang is in his 40s. His hair is a little sparse. He is dressed in a washed white Chinese tunic suit, with thick glasses and thick bags under his eyes.
"Dehua, I didn't expect you to be a good fisherman!" Liu Guoqiang said after a compliment, "In fact, I came here today to ask you what your future plans are? Have you ever thought about rereading?"
As soon as the words fell, the uncle beside looked at himself with some nervousness.
"Well..."
Fang Dehua hasn't figured out how to answer it yet. He can't say directly: "I don't want to go back to reading. I want to write novels and become the king of novels!"
Liu Guoqiang was mistaken, thinking that he was worried about the cost: "You don't have to worry about the tuition and miscellaneous expenses. I talked to your uncle just now, and after discussion with the school, as long as you go back to school, the school will not only eliminate all costs, but also provide meal tickets for three meals a day."
Uncle nodded with the words.
Teacher Liu's idea is also very simple, or the idea of Zhixian Middle School is very simple:
They know Fang Dehua's strength and luck, and think that if he continues his re reading, as long as there is no accident, he will definitely be able to focus on, even the first Qingbei in many years. For the university, such support is very cost-effective in exchange for a place in a key university.
Fang Dehua organized the language and said: "Mr. Liu, to be honest, I really haven't thought about it yet, but I want to make money. I'm 18 years old, an adult, and I should take responsibility."
Fang Xingguo was worried, and his voice grew louder: "When you are an adult, you should go to school as a child. You know, your grandparents, your parents all hope that you can make progress and that you can become a college student at home."
It's true that I hope to have a future. I didn't say this later, but my uncle blurted it out in order to persuade my nephew. If you don't want to read again under such good conditions, do you want to write a novel.
"I......" Fang Dehua smiled bitterly and was interrupted by Fang Xingguo before he finished speaking.
"When does school start, Mr. Liu? We'll take him there."
"Senior three and re study classes start one week ahead of schedule."
"Good."
Seeing this, Fang Dehua immediately said, "Uncle, don't forget our agreement!"
Liu Guoqiang is a little confused. What agreement? This is about re reading.
Fang Xingguo smiled and was about to answer when his brother Biao suddenly said, "My eldest brother said that if he could get paid for his novel, he would not read it again! My eldest brother said that he would become..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Dehua pulled him over.
"Hmm? Dehua, you still write novels? Show me how you write."
Before his elder brother agreed, Brother Biao broke away from his elder brother and ran to the room to get the manuscript paper.
The swallow, who had been silent for a long time, now turned out the draft and handed it to the past.
These two little bastards!
Fang Dehua was speechless. His head teacher took a look at it and saw "Zhu Xian" written on it, followed by the author's name, and then the preface.
I thought, "Is it really a novel, a martial arts novel?"
A few times at random, I found that this is a popular novel, but his composition has always been very good, no wonder the plot and writing are also good.
Just trying to persuade him, Brother Biao brought another part of the manuscript paper.
When Liu Guoqiang saw that only two pages had been handed over, he took another look.
Death of the Red Rabbit, written by Dehua.
Eh, the pen name is different.
Look, the whole article is written in classical Chinese. It is easy to understand but not obscure. It depicts the loyalty of Red Rabbit vividly.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
After watching it, Liu Guoqiang clapped and applauded!
This article alone can show the talent and knowledge of the students in front of us.
I thought that the composition I wrote in school was already the best, but I didn't expect this one to exist like an open book.
We must let him go back to school. This article is enough to make the provincial universities accept exceptionally.
When he finished reading, Brother Biao handed him another piece of paper.
Ice Age.
Liu Guoqiang spent another ten minutes reading part of the novel. Although the novel is not so smart, its imagination and design are amazing, and its content is somewhat critical and well intentioned. It is also a masterpiece.
"Dehua, I didn't expect that your literary level has reached such a high level. Why don't you think about it again? It's very hopeful that you will be admitted to the literature department of Yanda."
Liu Guoqiang first exclaimed and then used Peking University to guide him.
When the three people beside heard the praise of Fang Dehua from the high school language teacher, they all showed happy and proud expressions, but Fang Xingguo paid more attention to his nephew's answer.
But instead of answering directly, Fang Dehua asked, "Teacher, do you think I can succeed in these two articles?"
"The first one should be OK, and the second one depends on what magazine you put in."
"I'm going to vote for Science Fiction World."
"What? You mean Science Literature?"
"Oh, yes."
"Well, I don't think so."
"Hey hey, I'll think about it again."
Both of them have heard Fang Dehua's implication.
Fang Xingguo was worried. He glared at his nephew and said to the teacher, "Don't worry, Mr. Liu. Let's persuade him again."
Liu Guoqiang nodded.
"By the way, teacher, are there any magazines in the province?"
"The provincial capital has" Literature of Guangxi Province ", and Guizhou has" Lijiang River ", so you can try." After saying that, he looked at the sky and said, "I should also go, there are several others."
Fang Dehua immediately took the teacher's hand and said, "Don't leave until lunch."
Liu Guoqiang shook his head and took out two steamed buns from his briefcase
Seeing his attitude, Fang Xingguo hurried back to the kitchen to kill the fish and cut some of the meat for the teacher to take away.
"Don't kill the fish. I'm leaving."
Liu Guoqiang guessed the next step and was ready to get on the bike, but Fang Dehua pulled the back seat.
After a while, Fang Xingguo came out with a plastic bag containing half of the fish belly and tied it to the handlebar.
"You..."
"Take it, teacher. I'm good at fishing."
After several excuses, Liu Guoqiang accepted it and left happily with regret.
"Andy, what do you think?"
"Uncle Guo, why do you study?"
"Well, do you want to serve the country, be a good company, become a city dweller, become a memorable person, or make a lot of money?"
Fang Xingguo said several times.
"I may not be able to serve the country as a writer in the future. When I become a great writer, I can also become a person admired by everyone and earn a lot of money!"
In fact, Fang Dehua has nothing to say. As a street fighter, he did not inherit his predecessor's qualifications after crossing the street. It is still difficult for him to retake the college entrance examination within a year. What's more, he does not have the mentality of studying quietly.
What's more, the web text in his mind is his dependence.