80s Taoism

At noon, Zhang Yuanbao hurried over to look for Zhang Jiaohua.

"Beautiful, do you still have manuscript paper?" Zhang Yuanbao asked as he walked in.

Zhang Jiaohua specially used brand-new material paper to make draft paper, which Luo Changjun got for Zhang Jiaohua from his work unit. In this day and age, units will customize special material paper, so that when communicating with external units, it will appear more face-saving. For example, the Xintian County Public Security Bureau will have Xintian County Public Security Bureau printed on it in bright red, and the phone number and fax number of the Xintian County Public Security Bureau will be printed on the footer. The paper used is slightly better than the general paper bought outside. It's great for writing letters.

Luo Changjun knew that Zhang Jiaohua was going to write a letter to his parents, so he specially took some envelopes and materials from his work unit for Zhang Jiaohua. He got a lot of material paper, and Zhang Jiaohua used it as manuscript paper by the way, although he hardly used these manuscript paper. But I always have one in my bag.

Zhang Yuanbao was a little stunned when he saw the Xintian County Public Security Bureau on the header of the manuscript paper, "You actually use such a good material paper to make manuscript paper?"

"What do you want manuscript paper for?" Zhang Jiaohua didn't answer Zhang Yuanbao's question, but asked instead.

"Anyway, there is something to do." Zhang Yuanbao took the material sheet and left.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't bother to take care of Zhang Yuanbao's affairs. Zhang Jiaohua couldn't digest the dreams he had these few nights, so he sat alone in the classroom in a daze. I always thought in my heart: Is the old Taoist master's injury serious?

The mute was very curious about Zhang Yuanbao's behavior, and secretly followed Zhang Yuanbao to see what Zhang Yuanbao was using the material paper for. It didn't take long to run back.

"Biaohua, Yuanbao used your material paper to make flaps. Ma Sibao used a calendar to make a Big Mac flap, and won all the flaps. Yuanbao must have lost all of them. I just used all your material paper to make flaps. I lost to Ma Sibao in a short time. Ma Sibao won a flap for a schoolbag." The mute complained to Zhang Jiaohua.

"If you make a flap, make the flap, whatever you want." Zhang Jiaohua didn't mind. It's just a material paper.

But after a class, Zhang Yuanbao came again, "Beggar, I'll forget about your picture book."

"How many flips did you lose today?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"Not much lost." Zhang Yuanbao blushed.

"He tore up all the books and flipped them. There is only one Chinese and one mathematics." The mute immediately exposed Zhang Yuanbao's background.

Zhang Yuanbao stared dumbly, "I must win Ma Sibao's Big Mac."

"You're dreaming. Ma Sibao's Big Mac is so big that you can't even move it with the flap," said the mute.

"Mute, it's none of your business that I'm talking to my brother? If you talk too much, I'll beat you!" Zhang Yuanbao said a little angrily. The mute quickly shut up.

Paper flipper is a very popular game among the little kids in Meizi’ao Village. The books of the little kids get thinner and thinner not because of the hard work of the kids, but because they tear the paper out of it and use it to make flippers. Every time after class, the playground is full of fart kids who pout their buttocks and knock over boards.

Zhang Jiaohua lost a lot of fun with his peers because of the accident last year.

"Biaohua, can you please?" Zhang Yuanbao was a little guilty, afraid that Zhang Jiaohua would not agree.

"It's not impossible to get my picture book, but I'll go there with you later." Zhang Jiaohua said.

Zhang Yuanbao was a little embarrassed, if Zhang Jiaohua went over, Ma Sibao might not dare to come with him again. Then he would have no chance to win the Big Mac from Ma Sibao.

In fact, Ma Sibao's giant flap is not a very rare thing, but there are not many people in rural areas who hang calendars on the walls. That kind of calendar is just a decorative picture on the wall, and it's a pity to use it as a flap. If Ma An and Liu Yuehong found out that their cubs turned their family calendars into flip-flops, they would probably be making a meal of fried pork with bamboo strips. One must know that Liu Yuehong would not be willing to cut a piece to make a shoe pattern, but this bastard dared to cut it and use it to make a shoe.

"Okay." Zhang Yuanbao had no choice but to agree.

In fact, Zhang Jiaohua also wanted to play a flip, he is a collection of multiple contradictions. He has an experience that his peers don't have at all, but he is still a kid in the second grade after all, so he is always interested in games that these peers like very much.

Ma Sibao was killing all directions with a Big Mac flipper. His invincible appearance really made people want to press him in the mud and beat him up violently. There was a schoolbag beside this fart boy, which was filled with various colorful flaps, Zhang Yuanbao must not be the only one who lost to Ma Sibao.

"Come quickly. I don't have time to waste time with you." Ma Sibao held an oversized flap in his hand. No wonder no one else can beat him. His flap is several times bigger than others. Even the biggest flap in his schoolbag is less than a quarter of the flap in his hand.

"It's so powerful, other people's flaps can't even move Ma Sibao's flaps."

"That's right. Zhang Yuanbao was so stupid that he tore up a bag of books and lost them all to Ma Sibao. At least half of them belonged to Zhang Yuanbao.

Zhang Jiaohua glanced at Zhang Yuanbao, Zhang Yuanbao was a little embarrassed.

"Actually, I didn't lose that much." Zhang Yuanbao scratched his head.

"Zhang Yuanbao, do you still have the material paper from the Public Security Bureau? If you have, I will come with you." Seeing Zhang Yuanbao, Ma Sibao walked over and put his hand on Zhang Yuanbao's shoulder. He didn't pay attention to Zhang Jiaohua beside Zhang Yuanbao. When he saw Zhang Jiaohua clearly, he quickly retracted his hand.

"Zhang Jiaohua, I didn't go to Zhang Yuanbao, it was Zhang Yuanbao who came to me. Otherwise, I will give him back all the winnings." When Ma Sibao saw Zhang Jiaohua, his face immediately changed. He has learned how good Zhang Jiaohua is. How dare you make trouble with Zhang Jiaohua?

"No, I'll play with you too. Let's see how powerful you are." Zhang Jiaohua just wanted to play, but didn't want to overwhelm others.

"What? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, quickly admit defeat and give me the Big Mac." Zhang Yuanbao was not interested in the flaps he lost, although they were all made with his textbooks.

"I, I..." Ma Sibao looked at Zhang Jiaohua several times.

But Zhang Jiaohua didn't seem to see it, and didn't say a word.

"Okay, let's play when we come." Ma Sibao finally made a decision. In Zhang Jiaohua's hand, there is only one flap made of art book paper, which is several times smaller than the flap in Ma Sibao's hand.

The rule of the card flip game is that whoever throws the card the farthest will be the first to attack. If you can use your flap to hit the ground with the wind, you will be considered a winner if you flip that card over. If this attack is fruitless, the right to attack is transferred to the opponent.

Ma Sibao is not afraid of other people's attack at all, so he throws it around casually, which may leave an opportunity for the opponent to attack. So he simply chose a relatively close and flat place. Let the opponent attack first.

Zhang Jiaohua dropped the flap in his hand, and it landed steadily in the distance.

"Jiaohua, you come to attack." Zhang Yuanbao was still worried that Zhang Jiaohua didn't understand the rules, so he quickly reminded him.

Zhang Jiaohua smiled, picked up his paper flipper, and walked to Ma Sibao's flipper.

"Zhang Jiaohua, if you want a flip, I'll give it to you. Your flip can't lift mine." Ma Sibao was still worried that Zhang Jiaohua would lose his face after losing.

"Why are you so wordy. The caller has all the materials from the Public Security Bureau at home, so why would he care about your flap?" Zhang Yuanbao said disdainfully.

Zhang Jiaohua slapped the flipper on the side of the giant, only to hear the wind whistling, and the flap of the giant on the ground suddenly flipped over. Ma Sibao's eyes widened when he saw it, and he kept saying, "Impossible, impossible..."

Zhang Yuanbao immediately took the huge flipper into his hands: "Haha, Jiaohua, we have developed! This time, no one can beat me in Meizi'ao Primary School."

Ma Sibao looked downcastly at Zhang Yuanbao triumphantly holding the flipper of the Big Mac, "No! You cheated! Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to turn my Big Mac over."

"Then you beat us so much just now, why didn't you say you were cheating?" Zhang Yuanbao asked angrily.

This time, Ma Sibao was speechless.

But Zhang Jiaohua suddenly felt that this game was boring. After all, he is no longer an ordinary kid. This kind of game has little interest for him.

In addition to playing paper flippers, when winter comes, one of the things that fart kids like most is to stand in a row on the wall outside the classroom, and people on both sides squeeze desperately into the middle. This game is called oil squeeze. When the weather is cold, such a squeeze will warm up the body. This is a great way for the farts to deal with the cold winter.

Zhang Jiaohua practiced a lot, and her body was always warm. Although I don't wear many clothes, I don't feel cold at all. So, he doesn't have to join in this kid's game.

Zhang Jiaohua looked up at the dim sky, and saw a beautiful snowflake fluttering down from the sky. This is the snow that Zhang Jiaohua has been looking forward to for a long time. It's not that Zhang Jiaohua likes snow, but it's snowing, and the day when his parents go home is getting closer.

This snow disappointed many little kids who were planning to join basketball training in the afternoon. It's snowing, and the basketball practice in the afternoon may be cancelled.

As soon as school was over, Zhang Yuanbao ran to the second-grade classroom with the Big Mac flap, "Beautiful, are you still playing ball?"

"Why play when it's snowing? What if you have a cold? After school, the basketball team is not allowed to play, so you should go home early." Xu Xuehe's answer immediately made Zhang Yuanbao dejected. The joy brought by the Big Mac flap disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Jiaohua thought that Zhang Yuanbao was going to play tricks, but he turned around and asked, "Jiaohua, how did you knock down this giant today?"

"Didn't you win already? Why are you still concerned about this?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"I'm afraid they will use this method to win the Big Mac too." Zhang Yuanbao said worriedly.

"You tore up so many books today, you still think about it, what are you going to do if uncle finds out?" Zhang Jiaohua laughed.