Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

February 4, 1960, the eighth day of the first lunar month;

Suitable: None;

Avoid: major events, weddings, surgeries, moving, starting a business, building a house, traveling to take office, and burials.

Zhang Dabiao kept rubbing his teeth as he looked at the old almanac on the wall.

Is it not advisable to do anything?

We'll have to keep a low profile today.

I was originally planning to go to the neighborhood committee today to settle the matter of getting revenge on Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu, but—

It's best to play it safe.

They've all time-traveled, you can't deny it!

Anyway, my Zhang family is old-fashioned and superstitious.

He went outside and yelled at the bewildered, idiot Zhu, who was still brushing his teeth, "Idiot Zhu! Yi Zhonghai!"

"I'll let you off the hook for one more day!"

"You're given one more day to reflect on what despicable things you've done!"

"If you don't admit your mistake tomorrow, I'm going to the neighborhood committee!"

The neighbors were all confused. What exactly is Zhang Dabiao talking about? Just say what you have to say and stop being a riddle.

Just as Sha Zhu was about to question Zhang Dabiao, he dashed out of the yard to go to school.

Upon reaching the front yard, he grabbed Yan Jiekuang, who had just stepped out, and slapped him across the face—

"Yan Jiekuang, why didn't you wake me up for school?!"

Yan Jiekuang, still chewing on a cornbread bun, looked completely bewildered: "Brother Biao, I just got up and went out. It's not that I didn't want to go, it's just that I haven't had time to call you yet!"

Zhang Dabiao thought about it and realized that made sense. He had gotten up early today and set an alarm on his phone in his apartment, so he couldn't blame Yan Jiekuang.

So he told Yan Jiekuang to hurry up and go to school.

What else could Yan Jiekuang do? He'd been slapped in the face for nothing, so he could only follow suit.

But Zhang Dabiao is now able to get up early on his own?

After that, the wake-up call fee of one steamed bun was eliminated...

bother!

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After leaving the house, Zhang Dabiao randomly found a breakfast stall and bought two steamed buns and four sesame seed cakes. Recently, his appetite has been increasing, and he also felt that it might be due to the fusion of his body, as his strength, bone and muscle density were constantly increasing.

However, his metabolic consumption is also increasing. Not to mention anything else, last time he fought with Sha Zhu and got bruised and swollen, he was completely healed the next day.

He ate while skipping and jumping around like he was chasing a cicada, and occasionally humming a little tune.

"I'm going to bomb the school, carrying a satchel charge, I'll pull the pin and run..."

He's really in a state of mental instability right now. Imagine, a 30-year-old from a later era is in the third grade of elementary school in this era.

What does that mean?

I'm surrounded by newbies from the beginner village, I can punch them all and they'll be crying!

He doesn't even respect his teachers!

It was completely easy, so Zhang Dabiao couldn't resist giving it a try.

It's the kind of person who's always telling themselves they have to hold on, but can't help but show off a little.

There's no way he can resist showing off; a 30-year-old middle-aged office worker can openly enjoy the happiness of a primary school student.

So gay, so satisfying!

The same principle applies to hosting dinner parties. He knows that hosting dinner parties is too ostentatious, but if you have good things and don't show them off, it's like wearing fine clothes in the dark—there's no sense of accomplishment at all.

I can't stand it!

It's still not a relationship that has fully adapted to this era.

Yan Jiekuang jogged behind him, always feeling that Zhang Dabiao seemed more like a primary school student than he was.

What, bombing the school?

You really dare to speak your mind!

Aren't you afraid of being captured and shot?

However, the elementary school students didn't really take this seriously. Why don't you make a bomb first?

If you dare to do it, I dare to report you!

However, upon seeing the steamed buns and sesame seed cakes in Zhang Dabiao's hand, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Zhang Dabiao also noticed his little trick.

"Not full?"

"How could we possibly be full? Every meal consisted of just a cornbread bun, a bowl of cornmeal porridge, and three strips of pickled vegetables..."

Thinking about Yan Jiekuang made him feel depressed. He was indeed not full, but everyone in the family got the same amount of food. Yan Bugui's portioning was absolutely fair, so Yan Jiekuang didn't know who to blame.

Zhang Dabiao thought about it. This kid was trapped with him yesterday, but he escaped without him, so they had been through thick and thin together.

Not bad!

So he handed her a steamed bun: "Here, have some. I bought too many."

That's nonsense. If you buy too much, you can always save it for lunch.

But Yan Jiekuang accepted Zhang Dabiao's offer, took it, and took a bite.

Really fragrant!

But as they ate, Yan Jiekuang came up with an idea: "Da Biao, how about you give me a cornbread every day, and I'll do all your homework?"

Zhang Dabiao: "What the hell?"

"If you give me food, I'll help you with your homework. My second brother did it for you before, and he charged you five cents each time."

"But he's in fourth grade now, and you've stayed in our class. My price is cheaper than his—one steamed bun a day, and I'll take care of all your homework!"

Zhang Dabiao...

Damn, you Yan family members really don't miss any opportunity to make money!

This genetic makeup is absolutely amazing!

"Forget about homework, my brain is fine now, I can do it myself. I want to graduate from elementary school as soon as possible."

Yan Jiekuang was a little disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. Besides, Zhang Dabiao was right; he couldn't stay in the third grade of elementary school forever.

It's just that his IQ...

Zhang Dabiao would never have been able to graduate from elementary school in the past; at most, he could only manage junior elementary school, and even then, he would have had to rely on giving gifts.

But things are uncertain for Zhang Dabiao now. Yan Jiekuang lost a big business that yielded one steamed bun a day, so he's feeling a bit down today.

The two chatted as they walked to school, encountering many of the classmates who had ambushed them the day before. However, they all walked past quickly with their heads down, not daring to speak, at most glancing at Zhang Dabiao's backpack…

Are you kidding me? Why would I mess with a complete idiot who can pull out a bunch of deadly weapons at any time?

How many lives do they have to fight the other side?

Compared to professional utility knives, sharpened pencils, and steel rulers that can cut through wooden sticks, their bicycle chains and brick-moving sticks are simply children's toys!

Not professional at all.

Moreover, the fool's reasoning was sound and he could break stones without weapons.

Therefore, they naturally know how to choose.

Moreover, after being taken home by their parents yesterday, each of them was given a beating, and they really wouldn't dare to do it again. Not only that, they and their parents should also thank Zhang Dabiao for showing mercy, otherwise, if a few of them had really been killed, it would have been self-defense.

So from then on, basically no one dared to cause trouble for Zhang Dabiao.

Before entering the school gate, Chen Ergou stuffed 5 yuan into Zhang Dabiao's hand and then ran away.

Zhang Dabiao – [Am I that scary?]

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Today's class went smoothly, but...

Yan Bugui always targeted him intentionally or unintentionally, making him recite texts at the drop of a hat.

Titles like "Three Visits to Huangni Slope," "The Power of Collective Strength," "The Crow and the Fox," "A Trip from Douban," and "The Bee"...

Memorizing is no problem, but I only received the textbooks the day before yesterday!

This is definitely targeting me. Why is it that when others read aloud together, it's fine, but when it comes to me, I have to memorize the whole book?

What should I do if I can't memorize it?

They were hit on the palms with a ruler, then made to roll outside the classroom and squat in a horse stance.

When get out of class ended, he wouldn't let himself stand up, and when other children from other classes passed by, they would point at him and laugh and giggle.

Zhang Dabiao felt like dying.

The only time he talked about his schemes with Yan Bugui was on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Why would he do this to himself?

We don't have that much of a grudge, do we?

What is the purpose of this?