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Mr. Wu sincerely felt that the county magistrate was right.

Although he has an IQ and intelligence that is not in line with his youth, it is obvious that these things can only make a child smarter than other children, but are not enough to make him an adult.

He used his own experience to substitute for the misunderstanding.

He smiled, thinking this was not a bad idea.

It is precisely because he is still a child that he can think about problems regardless of the boundaries of the world.

Even this topic is in the past.

Song Yao was still happily thinking about how he was going to scare Zhao Xiaodong. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Xiaodong running towards him. He quickly hid his hand in his pocket and acted like nothing happened.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't pay attention to his movements.

This big-hearted guy had long forgotten that he had scared Song Yao, and was still sharing with him excitedly:

"Yao'er, let me tell you, those two police uncles are really powerful, their slaps are so big."

He gestured to Song Yao: "And they practice martial arts. Do you know how to practice martial arts, right? After they practice martial arts, they can easily catch the bad guys!"

Song Yao regained his energy and immediately put behind him the idea of ​​"making a robot hand to scare Zhao Xiaodong" and opened his eyes wide:

"Wow! Martial arts training!"

Zhao Xiaodong nodded affirmatively: "Yes! Practice martial arts!"

Song Yao looked at the two police officers with admiration.

He knows how to practice martial arts. According to her mother, she is so good because she practiced it unconsciously since she was a child.

It is said that when his mother was young, only his father ate the best among the friends around him and was the tallest and strongest, so his mother liked to lift him up to practice strength.

Later, my mother went to school, and her physical education teacher was said to have been practicing martial arts for generations. Seeing that she had a good understanding, he taught her for a year.

What is a pity for the children is that everything taught by the physical education teacher must be based on sufficient strength.

And his strength is similar to that of other children, so even if his mother teaches him some skills, he can't be as powerful as her.

Song Yao peeked at the two police uncles with bright eyes: "What do you think they are practicing? Can we learn from it?"

It's not for nothing that Zhao Xiaodong has been talking to people just now. He has already inquired clearly:

"No name, their master taught them."

He said it all in a loud voice: "Their master is very powerful. Their ancestors have been catching bad guys for generations. This martial arts training method is based on the ancestors of their master's family who have been catching bad guys for generations!"

"So these two police uncles have caught the most bad guys in the public security bureau. Look at how sharp their eyes are, how strong their arms are, and how powerful their thighs are.

If I can be like this when I grow up, I will be happy when I look in the mirror every day. "

Song Yao also followed Zhao Xiaodong's words and looked at the two police officers with admiration.

"Yes, yes, they look so awesome."

He had a little idea: "You think, can we take these two police uncles as our apprentices? I also want to learn martial arts to catch bad guys!"

Zhao Xiaodong had not had this idea at first, but when he mentioned it, he was immediately eager to try it.

"It should be okay, right? Don't they say that martial arts training should start with children? We are just children!"

Song Yao nodded, looked down at his little hands, and said with certainty: "Yes, I think our age is just right."

They are not like three-year-old children who are prone to crying and fussing, nor are they like teenagers who have hard bones. They are just the right age to practice martial arts!

The two children hit it off immediately, Song Yao said goodbye to Mr. Wu, and happily headed towards the two police officers with Zhao Xiaodong.

The two police officers breathed a sigh of relief because Zhao Xiaodong was finally fooled.

I don’t know where this kid came from with so many questions. After he answered one, there was another, and his little mouth never stopped.

They originally thought Director Liu was quite a talker.

I didn't expect this kid to be a chatterer than Director Liu.

It can be considered as gone.

If Zhao Xiaodong continued to ask, they would probably tell them how many people lived in the family.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Xiaodong came back in just a few minutes.

And it also comes with a song medicine.

Two police comrades: "..."

They were speechless for a few seconds at first, but then they realized that Zhao Xiaodong had not spoken. The one who was talking to them was Song Yao, who was fair and tender and looked younger than other children.

After all, Song Yao seems to be more well-behaved than Zhao Xiaodong.

Within minutes, they found out.

Junior classmate Song Yao, he can speak better than junior classmate Zhao Xiaodong.

And compared to Zhao Xiaodong, he is smarter, speaks more rationally, and is more inquisitive. In addition, his appearance is very deceptive, and he is a killer in chatting.

Two police comrades: "..."

What they are good at is maintaining law and order and catching bad guys. Chatting is really not their strong point.

Less than ten minutes after Song Yao went up, the two of them agreed to teach them one or two moves.

"Forget it about accepting disciples. Our master has said it. In fact, the moves passed down from their family are no longer very applicable today. We now only rarely use those moves to catch bad guys."

Obviously, they also saw that these two children thought it was cool to catch bad guys.

Song Yao's eyes were bright: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we just want to keep fit."

Zhao Xiaodong also nodded: "Yes, yes, as long as you can learn, that's good!"

The two children were both good-looking and sweet-mouthed. They kept shouting around their uncle and uncle. The two police officers had no choice but to give them a few lessons.

Of course, the teacher did not forget to warn him before: "You should never use this trick when fighting other children."

Song Yao was confident: "No need! I can beat them without knowing this move now!"

Zhao Xiaodong also patted his chest: "Yes, no one in the village can beat me except Yao'er!"

Two police comrades: "..."

They meant it and taught them two moves.

"You are young and not very strong, so I will teach you some tricks. Watch, we will fight first and practice for you..."

No matter what they say, they have real skills. The two of them just coaxed the children to hit them casually, but they looked very powerful. The two children looked at them with stars in their eyes.

As soon as they finished beating the two men, they gathered around and praised them non-stop.

"Uncle, you are so awesome."

"Wow, uncle, you look so mighty!"

"Uncle is the most powerful police officer I have ever seen."

These words are all true, and not a word is adulterated.

Although they had only met these two police officers directly.

The two police officers stood up to each other with each other's words. They knew clearly that it was a child blowing a rainbow fart, but they still felt very comfortable.

Although the kung fu they know is not very applicable now, when they were able to become police officers, their physical fitness was definitely stronger among the competitors.

"Okay, okay, come on, let me teach you the first move..."

They still kept it, after all, they were just two children, so it was fine if they meant it, but Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were very happy to learn.

After learning, I still have to praise you.

"Uncle, you are so powerful. How can your hands be so strong?"

"Wow! So that's it!!"

To be honest, Zhao Xiaodong was not a person who liked to blow rainbow farts at first.

But he followed Song Yao around every day.

When he met his elders, Song Yao would always come up and sprinkle it with sweet words for free. After he finished sprinkling it, he would also signal Zhao Xiaodong to come up. He had practiced it.

The two of them gathered around the two police officers and praised them.

In just half an hour, the relationship between the two parties improved by leaps and bounds.

The police officers also explained why they did not teach them orthodox moves:

"It was not easy for our masters and ancestors to catch thieves. At that time, thieves who committed petty crimes were very fierce when they resisted. If they caught the thief accidentally, they might die. So the moves used by the thief at that time were all aimed at the shortest way. People lose their ability to resist.”

Song Yao didn't understand.

"Isn't that great? Why don't you all use this trick now?"

One of the police officers smiled and touched his head: "Because although those moves can make people lose their fighting power quickly, they are also cruel."

Song Yao didn't quite understand.

The worst trick he's ever seen is Mom's lifting someone up.

Although Song's mother repeatedly assured that the wild sheep she ate that day was not thrown to death by her, the child always secretly felt that she was definitely the one who dropped the sheep to death.

From then on, this move became the most powerful thing in Song Yao's eyes.

The police officer also chatted with them smoothly and said smoothly:

"Gouge your eyes, hit your fingers and toes with precision, have you ever heard of ten fingers connecting the heart? In winter, bring a bamboo tube with cold water to splash on your face, and a rope around your throat. What's even more cruel is..."

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

The older guy next to him interrupted him with a dry cough.

Only then did the young police officer react and quickly stopped:

"Before the founding of our country in Zhongzhou, everything was in chaos. Our ancestors also wanted to protect themselves. But now that everything is peaceful, of course, these tricks are no longer needed."

He was a little afraid of scaring the two children, so he looked at them quietly.

It turned out that they were not scared at all and had "Wow" looks on their faces.

Zhao Xiaodong asked curiously:

"It sounds so powerful, so why can't we deal with bad guys like this now?"

Song Yao nodded in agreement: "Yes, bad guys should be punished."

Seeing that they were not afraid, the police officer breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The bad guys must be punished by the laws of Central Continent, not by us."

"If we could punish bad guys as we pleased, wouldn't everything be in chaos?"

Song Yao was clear at first glance. After thinking about it carefully, I felt that what he said made sense:

"Yes, what if that person is actually not a bad person, but a good person who was slandered? The last time Teacher He gave a history class, many people were slandered."

They are all very famous people.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't quite understand, but he knew that Song Yao was smart. Since Song Yao felt that what the police uncle said was right, then 80% of it was right, so he nodded decently to express his understanding.

The two children pestered two police comrades to teach them for a while. It wasn't until they learned three moves that Mr. Wu spoke:

"It's time for us to go."

Director Liu, who was completely speechless, almost cried with joy when he heard this.

It's time to leave.

He watched helplessly as Mr. He and Song Yao chatted happily, the police comrade and Zhao Xiaodong chatted happily, and Grandma Zhao chatted happily with Teacher He. The county magistrate sat there smiling and listened for a while. Listen over there.

Only him! Blows rainbow farts all the time.

It feels like all the compliments in this life have been removed at once.

Director Liu quickly said goodbye to Grandpa Song and Grandma Song: "Then let's stop talking today. See you in the county tomorrow."

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song are still a little reluctant to leave.

These are cadres sent by the state. They look so upright and speak so nicely. They won't get tired of listening to them for several hours.

But it was getting late now, and there was no place to stay at their house for so many people, so they could only send a few people away reluctantly.

It wasn't until Mr. Wu and the others left that Song Yao discovered that there was a big brother standing next to him.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that when he was chatting with Mr. Wu, that brother was there, but for some reason, he never noticed him.

The child was suddenly startled and quietly asked the county magistrate:

"Is that brother also a cadre? I haven't seen him yet. Have you noticed?"

The county magistrate, who only noticed the guard after being reminded by him: "...Well, of course I noticed it, that is Comrade Wu's guard."

"Of course the security guard has some skills. Maybe he has some special concealment skills."

Song Yao looked at the guard with envy on his face.

Hiding skills...

He also wants to learn.

If he learned it, he could hide and scare Zhao Xiaodong.

It's a pity that the county magistrate said that Mr. Wu will leave tomorrow, and of course the guards will have to follow him. He probably won't be able to learn.

The child was a little regretful and unwilling to give up. He thought that although Mr. Wu and the others were leaving tomorrow, if he went early tomorrow, he might be able to learn something from the elder brother, the guard.

So when bidding farewell to the group, Song Yao seemed particularly enthusiastic:

"Goodbye Grandpa Wu, goodbye to the police uncles, and goodbye to Uncle Liu."

Then he looked at the guard with bright eyes: "Goodbye, brother. Brother, can we see you again tomorrow?"

The guard who had been silent was a little flattered to be treated so specially.

After all, he has never had any sense of presence. Sometimes when he follows Mr. Wu for a day, others may not even notice.

He answered a little uncertainly: "Maybe?"

Song Yao then smiled even brighter: "Brother, let's see you tomorrow!"

He also took it out of his pocket and took out a very familiar belt and handed it over:

"Brother, this is for you."

The guard glanced at Mr. Wu, who nodded and said with a smile: "You can just accept this gift from classmate Song Yao."

So he took it solemnly and looked at it a little confused: "Is this a... belt?"

Song Yao was used to the fact that the little things he made were always misunderstood.

He wasn't angry at all, he just explained in a familiar manner: "No, this is for binding the wrists."

"Brother, isn't your job to protect Grandpa Wu? You must also practice martial arts regularly. With this wrist binding, you don't have to worry about your sleeves getting in the way!"

The child looked serious and blew a bag tied around his wrist to the sky and the earth:

"And it's super sturdy, so you can use it for decades and it won't break! The quality is guaranteed!"

The guard lowered his head and looked at the strap in his hand: ...So why does it take decades for a wrist strap to remain intact?

Although, he still expressed his gratitude to the children in front of him seriously:

"Thanks."

Song Yao immediately waved his hand with a smile: "You're welcome. This doesn't take much effort. It's just the waste material from the previous experiment on the life-saving necklace."

He sighed: "If it wasn't very waterproof, strictly speaking, it should be the first life-saving necklace. Later, the experiment failed, so I changed it into a wrist-tie."

Song Yao said confidently: "It also has anti-seismic properties! For those of us who practice martial arts, using it can protect our wrists!"

The child said the word "we" with special emphasis.

The guard looked at the little belt in his hand. No, the bag tied around his wrist looked wrong.

Is this actually the first version of the life-saving necklace?

It actually doesn't look ugly at all.

The comrade guard carefully tied it on his wrist, don't say anything.

When I thought that this was the first version of the life-saving necklace, I instantly felt that it was much more beautiful.

Song Yao did not favor one against another, and took out two wooden toys from his pocket and gave them to the police uncles.

"Don't you have children at home? I made this for fun. Give this to them."

When the police comrades saw that it was made of wood and Song Yao had made it himself, so they estimated it was not worth much, they took it over with a smile and thanked them.

However, they also took a curious look at Song Yao's trouser pocket.

How many things are there, and why is he still taking them out?

Yes, Song Yao was digging in his pocket again. Mr. Wu also taught him a lot. Of course, he also wanted to give him a gift to thank him.

There is also Uncle Liu, everyone has a share, so of course he cannot be left behind (the county magistrate was completely ignored because he was too familiar), and Uncle Liu is here to praise him, but he actually hasn't spoken to him much, and he still needs to talk to him again. OK (Director Liu:...).

Mr. Wu, who was always smiling, could see the child's plan:

"I don't want any gifts. If you learn what I teach you, it will be the biggest gift to me."

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, we should go. See you tomorrow."

Mr. Wu was obviously the most effective talker among the group. With just one word from him, everyone moved forward.

Song Yao could only regretfully stop taking out his pockets, and waved to them eagerly:

"Goodbye, see you tomorrow, big brother, I will come and play with you tomorrow."

This was the first time that the guard comrade was treated so warmly by children. He was quite flattered and couldn't help but say to Mr. Wu:

"This child is so well-behaved. My wife is about to give birth. It would be great if she could give me such a well-behaved child."

Although the two police comrades following him had not been with Song Yao for a short time, they already looked experienced.

I thought to myself that this comrade is really naive.

When we meet again tomorrow, he will know what ideal and reality are.

After the group of people walked away, Zhao Xiaodong quietly asked Song Yao:

"Is the wrist strap you gave that big brother the same one that was broken before?"

Song Yao's eyes wandered: "What does it mean to be bad? It's just that the material is not suitable for a life-saving necklace. It's good for a wrist guard. How can it be called bad?"

When Zhao Xiaodong saw him like this, he knew he was right:

"You said it wasn't bad. You swore before that the material was very good. You made it layer after layer and spent money to buy small steel plates. But in the end it couldn't expand at all."

The money spent on making the life-saving necklace drained Song Yao's small treasury. In order to make the most suitable materials, the two begged the county magistrate to take them to a factory to direct people to make it.

If that factory hadn't bought their fans, and everyone knew each other, we might not have been able to get in.

For this reason, they also sacrificed three hours of oral reading to the county magistrate.

Because he claims that he likes books but does not like reading, he is quite happy if someone reads to him.

As a result, after spending so much time and effort, the material that came out could not expand.

Song Yao almost cried in anger.

At that time, he was so angry that he almost threw away the tape, but considering the huge amount of money it cost, he still kept it.

Zhao Xiaodong is not very angry. He is always big-hearted. If he fails, he will fail. He can come again after crying.

Of course he would be happier if he didn't have to come again.

But no matter how big his heart is, he will never forget this "first version" that consumed a lot of energy and time from both of them.

He tutted: "You actually gave it away. Didn't you say you wanted to keep it as a reminder to remind yourself that you must make a plan before taking action in the future?"

Song Yao was not convinced: "Our life-saving necklace has been successful, so why do we still have failures? And I'm not lying. It's really just right for use as a wrist strap."

The child counted on his fingers: "It has high strength and high density. I also applied gum to it. From the inside to the outside, its material is great!"

It just doesn't apply to life-saving necklaces.

This technology was borrowed from that alien technology, and they clearly swore that this material was very useful.

As a result, he emptied out and couldn't even inflate it, let alone make a life-saving necklace.

Although it was exposed that he had given away the damaged materials, Song Yao quickly regained his composure after feeling guilty:

"Don't underestimate it! It is very resistant to impact!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "What about?"

Song Yao started to stutter: "For example, uh, for example..."

He has never learned anything that has a strong impact, so where can he go?

The kid just thinks it looks pretty good when tied around his wrist.

My mother said that her physical education teacher used to have straps on her hands, which looked very saucy.

He originally said that he would process it a second time today and tie it to his wrist.

I happened to see such a sassy big brother, so I sent him away.

Song Yao couldn't explain, so he could only talk about the material:

"But I'm not lying. It's really suitable for being tied around the wrist. It's shockproof and very warm. It's most suitable for martial arts practitioners like us."

"And that big brother looks very powerful at first glance. He might fight with a very powerful person. If the impact of the butt he fights with happens to be very strong, and it happens to hit the wrist guard...

The wrist guard can just disperse the impact, so this gift is quite good. "

Song Yao himself didn't believe the three "just" words in a row. He could only admit:

"Okay, I just touched it and gave it to the big brother. He looks really suitable for wearing a wrist guard."

The child admitted defeat: "If you want to laugh at me, then laugh at me! We martial arts practitioners are not afraid of this kind of ridicule!"

However, he talked a lot, but Zhao Xiaodong's attention was all on the four words "person who practices martial arts".

He cheerfully stretched out his still a little immature arm: "Do you also think that I am already a martial arts practitioner?"

Song Yao emphasized: "We, we are martial arts practitioners!"

Then the child couldn't help but change the topic: "You said we learned martial arts today, will we become so powerful in the future?"

Zhao Xiaodong was very sure: "Absolutely! Didn't the teacher say that we are all smart? We will definitely learn martial arts very quickly!"

He raised his leg happily: "See if this leg can break a tree with one kick in the future."

Song Yao also stretched out his small fist: "See if my fist can knock over two trees with one punch in the future!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Two trees are nothing! I have three!"

Song Yao followed up: "Then I have four!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Five!"

Comparing each other, Song Yao suddenly remembered: "Didn't we just talk about the wrist guards?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Don't change the subject if you can't compete with me! We are obviously talking about beating trees!"

Song Yao felt that he had been slandered and immediately said angrily: "You are talking nonsense!! I did not change the subject!!"

"I have six!!"

"I am seven!"

Grandma Song came out of the kitchen humming a song and found that the two children were having a daily quarrel, while Grandpa Song was sitting on a small bench with a thoughtful look on his face while choosing vegetables.

She asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

Grandpa Song: "No, I was just thinking..."

"What did the tree do wrong?"