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

Zhang Dabiao couldn't figure out how the other party would do it for the time being, but if he wanted to achieve the enemy's goal, he could just ruin it himself.

I'm not going to the steel mill, what can you do about it?

These days, others cherish a secure job like a treasure, but what about Zhang Dabiao?

It doesn't matter.

I chatted with Yan Jiecheng for a while, then we parted ways. Before leaving, I gave him three packs of whole-grain sliced ​​toast—the kind with two slices per pack for sandwiches with meat. It's a low-GI, sugar-free food, suitable for diabetics—healthy. I bought it for convenience, but the taste was...well, let's just say it was hard to describe.

Give the coal mines some money to the liberation workers. These two kids, though cunning, are much better than Bang Geng.

Putting everything else aside, if Zhang Dabiao had lived in such a calculating family, he would have owed his family more than a hundred yuan while still in elementary school.

Don't say anything about not providing for Yan Bugui's retirement or that he came back to steal wood during the earthquake.

Zhang Dabiao could plunder the entire house and demolish it!

Yan Jiecheng happily ran back with the toast in his hand. Following Da Biao was definitely the right choice.

As for betraying Yan Bugui?

So what?

As long as there's food, that's fine.

I read for a while in the evening and almost got the entire third-grade second-semester Chinese textbook down to memory, though I haven't memorized it perfectly yet.

This wasn't something that could be done in one night. Qin Jingru came over to fetch water for Zhang Dabiao to wash his feet, heated the kang (a heated brick bed), and prepared lunchboxes for him to take to school the next day. Then everyone prepared to go back to their rooms to rest.

Zhang Dabiao went to his little nest to have an extra meal, and then played a bit of the single-player game "Plants vs. Zombies." After hearing the message "Your brain has been eaten by the zombies," he grumbled as he went to sleep.

I refuse to believe I can't beat this game!

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February 5, 1960, the ninth day of the first lunar month, the beginning of spring, a Friday;

Suitable for: haircutting, planting, bathing, offering sacrifices, building a stove, and making nets;

Taboo activities include: marriage, opening a business, litigation, taking in livestock, burial, animal husbandry, building livestock pens, funeral processions, logging, and beam construction.

Okay, I'll go take another bath today, and while I'm at it, I'll build a stove on the porch area in front of my house.

Early in the morning, the Yan brothers, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang, came to find Zhang Dabiao to go to school together.

As usual, Zhang Dabiao roared again in the Intermediate People's Court: "Yi Zhonghai, Sha Zhu, I'm giving you one more day to repent!"

Then, to everyone's bewildered expressions, it ran off in a flash.

Sha Zhu, Yi Zhonghai, and the others just thought that this kid was bluffing, otherwise he would have retaliated long ago, right?

But Zhang Dabiao will wait a little while. He'll wait until Yi Zhonghai officially accepts Jia Dongxu as his godson and they're completely bound together before he takes revenge on Yi Zhonghai and drains him dry!

Anyway, let's add another charge against Yi Zhonghai for giving Yan Bugui money, which forced Yan Bugui to drop out of school!

He's vengeful and holds a grudge; that's just how our Boss Biao is!

What's wrong? Is it illegal?

If you break the law, then arrest me!

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Early in the morning, Yan Bugui was standing guard at the door, seemingly catching those who were late, but Zhang Dabiao was not late.

However, when he entered the classroom, Yan Bugui stopped him and looked Zhang Dabiao up and down for a long time.

He then asked in a low voice, "Da Biao, what about this year's tuition...?"

Zhang Dabiao feigned ignorance: "Tuition? What's that?"

Yan Bugui's expression immediately changed.

"Zhang Dabiao, good, you're very good."

"Go in."

Yan Bugui did not fly into a rage; he remained calm in front of the students and let Zhang Dabiao into the classroom.

Then, it was the same old routine again: roll call, standing up to recite the text, and if someone couldn't recite it, they were hit ten times on each palm with a ruler!

Yan Bugui hit him with all his might, and Zhang Dabiao's palms were bleeding from the blows!

Zhang Dabiao's veins bulged with rage, his eyes practically bursting with fury!

The other students were so frightened that they dared not move, trembling and shaking in rhythm with each strike of the ruler.

I've never seen Teacher Yan like this before!

Several times he wanted to take direct action, but he saw the scheming in Yan Bugui's eyes.

Zhang Dabiao couldn't memorize it; he couldn't memorize the entire book no matter what he did in one night. He didn't have any special abilities; in this era, Zhang Dabiao was considered an idiot, and in later generations, he only had average intelligence and memory. Combined, his intelligence and memory were at most 1.2 to 1.3 times that of the average person, meaning he was only slightly smarter and had a better memory.

Moreover, Yan Bugui started having Zhang Dabiao memorize from the very first lesson, because there are always some parts of a book that Zhang Dabiao can't remember.

The teacher reminded you yesterday to memorize the texts and to study diligently.

If you can't recite it today, I'll slap your palm. It's perfectly fair, normal, and reasonable.

If someone hits you hard, it's because they care about you and value you. Otherwise, why would they only focus on you?

Moreover, Zhang Dabiao is tall and strong, so even if he slaps someone on the palm of their hand and causes bleeding, it won't be serious.

I can tolerate physical harm, but I can tolerate extreme humiliation.

But what if Zhang Dabiao makes a move at this point?

That would mean something different.

This is a completely open conspiracy!

Zhang Dabiao really didn't dare to move. If he did, it would be disrespectful to his teacher, an assault on his teacher, resulting in expulsion, and he'd probably have to go to jail for a while, plus pay compensation...

Then, if they are forced to work in the factory, or if they have a criminal record, they will lose their job as warehouse managers in the steel rolling mill.

What will happen if someone is expelled from elementary school, hasn't graduated, and has no job?

That's what everyone calls a scoundrel, even worse than someone like Yan Jiecheng who does odd jobs. Then, he'll be given priority in things like going to the countryside, and the next step is to divide up everything in his family.

No matter how much you argue, it's useless, because these two idiots beat up the teacher who taught them for nearly ten years at school!

It's not during a period of strong winds right now.

If he targets a teacher, he'll never recover unless he leaves Beijing.

This means that we have fallen into their trap step by step.

An open conspiracy, no solution!

Therefore, Zhang Dabiao had no choice but to endure it.

Yan Bugui interpreted his lack of retaliation as an admission of submission.

He was still feeling quite smug at that moment.

Who do you think you are, Yi Zhonghai? Who do you think you are, you deaf old lady and you silly Zhu?

In the end, they still have to rely on me, a cultured person, to step in!

(Liu Pangpang, aren't you being a little offensive by not mentioning me at all?)

Then he continued to make Zhang Dabiao squat in a horse stance outside the classroom. When other teachers passed by and watched, Yan Bugui even told the other teachers that he was doing it for Zhang Dabiao's own good. He said that the child already had a problem with his brain and had been in elementary school for 10 years. If he wasn't stricter, he would be ruined.

As they chatted, they suggested telling the school to let him drop out, since if he continued studying, he probably wouldn't be able to graduate from elementary school for a long time.

Yesterday I asked him to go back and memorize his lessons. The third-grade elementary school texts aren't difficult, but he still couldn't memorize them today. Zhang Dabiao is just not cut out for studying.

Not only is he intellectually challenged, but he's also lazy and stupid. It's a waste of educational resources for someone like that to stay in school, let alone want to skip a grade.

Anyway, as his homeroom teacher, I will not allow someone like that to skip a grade. That would be unfair to the other students who study hard!

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

Zhang Dabiao kept enduring, continuing to endure, unable to make a move.

The wound on his hand had already stopped bleeding, but Zhang Dabiao squeezed it so hard that blood beads came out. Although it wasn't much, it dripped onto the ground.

But Yan Bugui turned a blind eye.

Once you've reached your limit, you no longer need to endure.

During recess, Yan Bugui would lead the students to the playground to do exercises. In 60, they were still using the third set of broadcast gymnastics, and the teachers had to supervise them from the front of their own classrooms.

Zhang Dabiao was left to continue squatting in a horse stance at the classroom door, while students from his own class and other classes walked past him laughing and joking, making his heart grow colder and colder.

But as soon as the person left, Zhang Dabiao stood up and silently walked to a certain place.

Radio station.

He's about to unleash his ultimate move! A super special attack!