Liang Jian: I have a canteen

When Su Yuan came to Xu San's room, it was not yet dark, but Xu San still lit the kerosene lamp and set up a small blackboard for the little girl to study.

Next to the blackboard is Xu San, and in front of it are the little girl Su Yuan sitting in a small horse, and the student Xiaohong who is sitting in front of the blackboard.

Pick up the chalk and write "X+11=50" on the blackboard

After seeing Xu San finished writing, the little girl raised her hand and asked, "What is the word for that chacha?"

"This reads 'Ex'!" Xiaohong answered the question quickly and Xu San answered the little girl's question.

But the little girl didn't believe it!
He cast his eyes on Xu San for knowledge, "Auntie Xiaohong is right?"

"She's right, it's English!"

"What is English?"

"English is the words spoken and written by foreigners. For the mathematics taught today, you only need to know the letter. In mathematics, it is just a symbol, representing the unknown."

"Unknown? You just don't know, right?" the little girl asked.

"Yes!" Xu San said, and began to describe the linear equation in one variable.

In about 10 minutes, the class was over, and the little girl also successfully learned the basics of the linear equation in one yuan.

Seeing the little girl biting her pencil and doing exercises, Xu San felt a sense of accomplishment.

Which teacher doesn't like such a student, but it's a pity that this word is not good-looking.

Looking at Xiaohong and Su Yuan again, Xiaohong is okay, she is similar to the little girl, she can accept new knowledge very smoothly, and can give the little girl questions by analogy.

But Su Yuan didn't seem to understand.

Xu San understood this, because Su Yuan didn't learn mathematics from scratch, and even Arabic numerals were learned from her little sister after he apprenticed to a teacher.

Xu San walked over, specially opened a small stove for her, and explained it patiently.

I looked at the time, it was just eight o'clock, and I wanted to talk about it in depth, but I forgot it after thinking about it, after all, Su Yuan was slow to understand, so it's better to wait for her.

Xu San began to assign homework.

After assigning homework, the three good students went back to their rooms to finish their homework, while Xu San was writing lesson plans while recalling the learning progress in elementary school.

Writing, writing, the pen stopped, because he just remembered that before he mentioned the score, he jumped directly to the equation.

Hey, I really don't care about being a teacher.

Turning over a page, I quickly wrote out the lesson plan of fractions, planning to teach fractions tomorrow.

After finishing the family affairs, it's time for the Fifth Battalion, and the training plan still needs to be done.

But Xu San was really too lazy to do it, so he decided to play tricks.

Take out the training plan of the Yamamoto Special Forces, lower the difficulty, halve the training volume, and it will be OK.

However, he was still too lazy to write.

So, he took the training plan of the Yamamoto Special Forces to find Xiaohong, "copy this training plan."

Xiaohong picked it up and glanced at it. There were more than a dozen pages, and there were pictures. It would take at least two hours to finish copying, so she complained, "So much?"

"You don't need to copy everything." Xu San said as he opened the document, pointing to the place he had revised with a pencil.

Xiao Hong frowned, and after listening to Xu San's explanation, she said, "Even so, there must be eight or nine pages."

"Who made my little red, good calligraphy and painting! If not looking for you, who can I look for?" Xu San praised with a smile.

Xiaohong couldn't help boasting, and immediately became proud, "You have winks, but you really can't do it with your bad characters!"

Xiaohong took out a pen and paper, leaned on the table and began to copy.

Looking at Xiaohong who was starting to work, Xu San said, "I won't bother you, I'm going out first."

"If brother-in-law, you are not busy with business, you can stay with me in the room for a while, otherwise I will not copy this document." Xiaohong said.

"Okay!" Xu San agreed, turned around and sat on the chair beside him.

On the desk table, Xiao Hong moved her pen like flying, copying quickly, and by the light of the kerosene lamp, she showed a faint smile on her face.

The moonlight is hazy, insects and birds humming low.

On the outskirts of the Taiyuan Iron and Steel Plant, a beam of light fluctuated up and down, floating erratically. A patrolling tricycle cut through the night and swayed over from a distance.

The road was bad, and the motorbike bumped violently. The devil sitting in the bucket firmly grasped the handrail, fearing that he would be thrown out if he encountered a big hurdle.

The motorcycle passed by, and the area was once again darkened.

Not long after, a few "barks" came from the darkness.

The barking is short and regular, and it sounds like a trained dog.

Immediately, a beam of searchlights shot from a distance.

Under the bright light, a black back appeared.

At this moment, it is holding a human arm bone in its mouth, and there is still a small amount of unrotten flesh stuck to the bone.

fierce dog.

Human bones.

In this dark night constituted a creepy picture.

A low whistle came from the depths of darkness.

The whistle sound is long and ethereal, like the whisper of a female ghost, which makes people shudder.

After pricking up its ears to identify the location, the military dog ​​quickly ran towards the source of the sound with its bone in its mouth.

The searchlight moves as the dog moves, illuminating its path.

Soon, Gouzi found the source of the sound.

Put down the bones in your mouth, sit down, and wait for new orders.

By the light of the searchlight, two patrolling ghost soldiers appeared.

One of the ghost soldiers picked up the arm bone on the ground, and after only looking at it, he showed a disgusted expression, and then said to Gouzi, "Baga, Whirlpool Wan, why did you bring this thing back again?"

"Wang Wang!"

The devil soldier shook his head, and didn't make any more reproaches. Although it was only an arm bone, it was considered a dog's training subject. If it was terminated arbitrarily, unnecessary omissions might occur in future patrols.

Gouzi is a military dog. Although they are all preferred, they can only execute simple orders. There will still be more or less deviations in the execution of orders that are too complicated.

"Ah~" Guizibing sighed helplessly, he could only put this human arm bone in his carry bag.

There is no way, this thing can't be thrown away casually, otherwise it may be picked up by other dogs next time.

"Mr. Datian, what number is this?" Another ghost soldier asked.

"I didn't count it either, it's bad luck to count this thing!" After Ota finished speaking, he gave Xuanzumaru an order to continue patrolling.

The arm bone that Gouzi brought back belonged to a former steel factory worker.

Workers in these steel mills, like other workers of this era, were oppressed and worked endlessly.

If you slack off a bit, you will be punched and kicked, and those who are close to death will probably be beaten to death, and then the corpse will be discarded at will. If you are lucky, you will be dug a pit and buried.And these casually discarded corpses are now starting to rot, which has also caused some troubles for the devils to patrol.

Daejeon made a safe gesture to the searchlight.

The searchlights were turned off, the flashlight was on, and Daejeon let out a breath before continuing to patrol.

Not long after, the area was once again plunged into darkness.