80s Taoism

The way Zhang Jiaohua won the Big Mac is a secret that cannot be revealed. Even with the great strength Zhang Jiaohua has developed with the help of the Meishan Zhuang Kungfu, he is probably not 100% sure that he can turn that giant over. But it would be much easier to let Jin Hu and the others do it. To put it simply, when Zhang Jiaohua slammed down the flap in his hand, Jin Hu solved the problem by flipping the Big Mac over. Strictly speaking, Zhang Jiaohua did cheat, but Ma Sibao was not good at it either. What is the difference between taking such a Big Mac and cheating?

"Biaohua, don't tell my father what happened today. If my father finds out that I tore up the textbook, he will beat me to death." Zhang Yuanbao said.

"A few miscellaneous textbooks are fine." Zhang Jiaohua comforted.

"No. I also tore up the Chinese and math books." Zhang Yuanbao said with a mournful face.

"Then you'd better be prepared to die. I think your Chinese teacher will make a home visit soon." Zhang Jiaohua immediately decided that Zhang Yuanbao didn't deserve pity at all. He deserves to be clubbed to death. This kind of behavior is not dead but also skinned. But Zhang Jiaohua felt that the uncle would not be able to do it, and the aunt might be able to do so, but in the end the uncle would hold her back. But this bastard's beating is definitely inevitable. I don't know whether to hang it on the pigsty and use a bamboo branch to whip it, or press it on a bench and use the sole of a shoe to beat it. Think about it, this scene is really, ahem, really enjoyable.

"Biaohua, anyway, your grades are so good, your teacher doesn't care if you don't go to class. Can you let me take your Chinese books to class?" Zhang Yuanbao immediately panicked. In Chinese class today, the teacher asked Zhang Yuanbao why he didn't bring Chinese books, but Zhang Yuanbao didn't dare to say that his books were used to make flaps. Instead, I forgot to bring it. But tomorrow I have to say that I forgot to bring it, I am afraid I will not be able to pass the test.

"What's the point of taking my second grade Chinese textbook? You should ask the senior students if anyone still keeps it at home." Zhang Jiaohua said angrily.

"How could it be possible to keep it? It costs a few cents a catty, and it was taken away by the wool collector (hair collector: waste product). This time it is dead." Zhang Yuanbao remembered that Zhang Jiaohua was only in the second grade, and the pictures on the textbook covers were different, which could be seen at a glance.

"Then I can't help you. I decided you'd better wash your butt clean." Zhang Jiaohua said with a smile.

"Biaohua, teach me how to fight. Isn't Master Mei Shanshui good at fighting? If I practice magic fighting, I don't have to be afraid of whatever they use." Zhang Yuanbao quickly thought of a way.

Naturally, he has heard of Zhang Jiaohua, but he has never practiced it. The old Taoist master said that this magic attack is not beneficial to practice. So I haven't practiced it all the time. In fact, this kung fu is very useful. For example, if you do something wrong and get spanked by your parents, please ask God to spank you. It doesn’t matter whether you use a stick, a cedar leaf, or a bamboo branch, it doesn’t hurt at all. This god really knows how to play Zhang Jiaohua, and it takes a lot of effort to practice.

"Do you really want to practice?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"I really want to." Zhang Yuanbao nodded.

"That's fine, I'll teach you, you get up early tomorrow." Zhang Jiaohua said.

Back at the gardening field that day, the two of them stayed in the house after eating. Zhang Jiaohua never did homework, even if the teacher changed, this habit still remained the same. But Zhang Yuanbao tore up all the books and turned them into flaps, so he couldn't do his homework at all. The two of them sat there watching TV. There is no outdoor antenna installed in the gardening field. With the indoor antenna alone, the image received from the station is very unclear. But it can't stop the two people's enthusiasm for watching TV.

"Biaohua, will you really teach me how to fight tomorrow morning?" Zhang Yuanbao asked.

"Yeah. But you have to get up early. Whether you get up or not is your fault." Zhang Jiaohua knew that Zhang Yuanbao didn't have much perseverance.

That night, Zhang Jiaohua didn't fall asleep again, and woke up at five o'clock in the morning. Zhang Yuanbao was still sleeping soundly.

"Brother Yuanbao, Brother Yuanbao." Zhang Jiaohua yelled twice before giving up.

The weather is getting colder and colder. In the early morning, the kids are still in bed. Yuan Bao turned over and rolled up the quilt tightly.

It was already white outside, and the ground of the gardening field had been covered with a large bed of cotton wool. Zhang Jiaohua still walked towards the plum blossom pile. The plum blossom piles are also covered with thick white snow. But Zhang Jiaohua is still not ready to give up this morning's exercise. He didn't care about the snow on the plum blossom pile, he just jumped on it, and stepped on the snow on the plum blossom pile directly under his feet.

After Zhang Jiaohua practiced kung fu all morning, Zhang Yuanbao finally woke up.

"Oh, the snow is so thick! Beggar, why didn't you call me when you woke up in the morning? You promised me to get up and practice fighting in the morning." Zhang Yuanbao was very dissatisfied.

"That can't be helped. I've called you several times. It's none of my business if you don't wake up. I can't practice today, hurry up, I'm going to be late." Zhang Jiaohua rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Can't I learn when I wake up later?" Zhang Yuanbao asked.

"You have to get up early. Besides, you can't practice in this weather. It must be sunny." Zhang Jiaohua shook his head.

"Ah, is it so difficult to practice?" Zhang Yuanbao frowned.

A white snowball suddenly flew down from the roof and hit Zhang Yuanbao's head, smashing it to pieces.

"Who is it?" Zhang Yuanbao looked around and saw a fat cat lying lazily under the eaves.

Zhang Yuanbao grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, kneaded it into a hard ball, and smashed it directly on the fat cat's head. Fat Mao was sleeping soundly, and was hit right on the ground.

"Meow!" Fat Cat opened his eyes angrily.

"Fat cat, don't think that I don't know that you are behind the scenes. If you hit me with snowballs again, I will throw you into the pond to feed the fish." Zhang Yuanbao said loudly.

Fat Mao became angry now, and he was shot while lying down, and it was fine, but he was threatened like this. After all, he is also the leader of the cat clan, how can he be insulted by this? So a group of cats was called.

"Meow!"

A rallying horn sounded, and more than a hundred black cats rushed over quickly. These cats were so clever that they all knew how to pinch snowballs with their paws.

"I forgot to tell you, fat cats hold grudges the most." Zhang Jiaohua looked at Zhang Yuanbao sympathetically.

Before Zhang Yuanbao understood what Zhang Jiaohua said, he heard Zhang Jiaohua say again, "Don't get too close to me, it will hurt me."

As soon as Zhang Jiaohua dodged, he saw snowballs falling from the sky like raindrops. Fortunately, Fat Cat's claws were no match for human hands, and the snowballs were not very big, nor did they throw them with great force. Although Zhang Yuanbao was very embarrassed by the snowball, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

Seeing Zhang Yuanbao's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Jiaohua laughed and felt pain in his stomach.

Zhang Yuanbao was carrying an empty schoolbag, and was kicked out of the classroom by the teacher when he arrived at school.

Zhang Shunlin drove Zhang Yuanbao home directly, "You bastard, you don't even bring a book with you, you're just learning ass. Hurry back and get the books for me."

When Zhang Shunlin came to school early in the morning, he listened to a small report from the fart boy in the class, saying that Zhang Yuanbao tore up all the books and turned them into flaps. And all lost to Ma Sibao.

Zhang Shunlin thought to himself: On the ball day, you think you are Zhang Jiaohua? It's so bold that a child with a big fart is such a big gambler. If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he will grow up in the future. Is this okay?

Zhang Yuanbao naturally had nowhere to get his books, and he didn't dare to go home. If you go back like this, isn't that looking for a fight? So, he ran directly to the mountain next to the school to make a snowman. Prepare to wait until school is over before going home.

But it was snowing and freezing, and he was in the mountains, and there was no place to warm up. The temperature in the mountains was much lower than that in the classroom. In less than half a day, the whole body was already cold. But I was afraid of being beaten, so I didn't dare to run out.

"Biao Hua, do you know? Yuan Bao was driven back by Shun Lin. Someone in his class told Shun Lin about Yuan Bao taking the textbook to make a flap. Shun Lin was so angry that he drove Yuan Bao back immediately." The mute ran out to inquire about something. In fact, he wanted to borrow Zhang Yuanbao's flip board to play, but he found out that Zhang Yuanbao had gone home with the Big Mac flip board on his back.

"He went home? How is that possible? It's no wonder he wasn't beaten to death when he went back. He must be hiding somewhere." Zhang Jiaohua knew this cousin best. Walked out of the classroom and shouted at the foot of the mountain, "Brother Yuanbao!"

But no one responded.

"Did he go home?" Zhang Jiaohua was a little surprised. But there was another strange feeling in my heart. This feeling is not very good, making Zhang Jiaohua a little anxious. I simply didn't go back to class, and went straight back to the gardening field.

"Biaohua, why did you come back?" Seeing that Zhang Jiaohua came back so early, Zhang Youlian thought that Zhang Jiaohua had skipped class again.

"Brother Yuan Bao didn't come back?" Zhang Jiaohua asked strangely.

"It's not over yet, how could he come back so early?" Zhang Youlian asked puzzled.

"Then did he go home? The mute said Brother Yuan Bao was driven back by Shun Lin early in the morning." Zhang Jiaohua could only tell the truth. He felt something might be wrong.

"Yuanbao didn't come back!" Zhang Youlian panicked.

"Uncle, hurry home and have a look. Grandpa's also. I'm going back to school. I don't know if Brother Yuan Bao has gone to someone else's house." Zhang Jiaohua frowned.

"Then I'll go home and have a look." Zhang Youlian quickly put down his work and ran home immediately.

Hu Xiaoqing saw the man running back in a panic, thinking that something happened, "Youlian, you ran back in such a hurry, did something happen in the garden?"

"The beggar said that Teacher Shunlin drove Yuan Bao back early this morning. But this bastard hasn't seen anyone yet. I don't know where he went. Didn't he come back?"

"No!" Hu Xiaoqing also panicked, quickly changed her shoes, and ran outside, "I'll go to the old house to have a look. You go to school quickly."

"I'd better go to the old house with you." Zhang Youlian wanted to confirm the situation first.