My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Just write a few paintings a few times, and the paintings that are still written are so ugly, it is worth 250 million! ?

So, isn’t he still making money than their father, Ma Tengyun?

Three brothers are dumbfounded. Although they felt that this was very outrageous, they chose to believe Xiao Fei. What can Mr. Xiao give, can they not cherish?

"I am going to play with myself, I have to go back to the house. Remember, this night, no one should bother me." Xiao Fei finished, turned and left to enter the room.

In fact, his cheats to the Majia three brothers are not really a secret. Even the ancient martial arts method is not counted, just two or three simple breathing methods. Breathing in this way, only the effect of physical fitness. Other than that, there is no other use.

As for the more advanced Dafa method, the contents of this paper are not even on their sides.

How can I buy the method of cultivating the fairy, but it is only 250 million? The method of cultivation is priceless!

Two hundred and five billion, even the threshold of the ancient Wuwu can not enter. Ancient Wu is also a very rare existence. And if Xiao Fei is not good at watching the third year, even this piece of paper will not be given to them. What Xiao Fei gave them was too low-level, so even if they spread around, it doesn't matter.

Of course, even the lowest level is still a bit of a use. They can play a role in strengthening their body and they will not lose money at all.

In the evening, the three brothers began to cultivate according to Xiao Fei's waste paper. Maybe it's a psychological effect, maybe it's really effective. After practicing for an hour, they really feel refreshed and spirited.

"The boss gave it, it really is a good thing!" the three people exclaimed.

"I want to treat this method as a heirloom baby. I will pass it on to my son, and then pass it on to my grandson. I will pass it on to pass the man and not pass the girl." Ma Rongchao said.

"Me too!" said Ma Rongxiu.

"In the future, we Ma, is it a cultivation family?" Ma Rongtie said.

"It should be considered." Ma Rongchao and Ma Rongxi said with great sighs, "With money, plus martial arts, our family will develop from now on."

"This piece of paper, the boss said that the price is only 250 million, it is simply too small. Even if it is 10 billion, 100 billion, I will not sell it."

"Well said."

The three brothers are extremely excited, and they feel that they will become masters like Xiao Fei.

......

"Boss, are you there?"

"Boss, it’s time to get up, and it’s all three days."

"Boss, when we practiced last night, some places don't understand, I want to ask you."

Early the next morning, the three brothers came to the front of Xiao Fei and asked with a respectful knock. However, no one responded to the question for most of the day.

Finally, they couldn't help but open the door, only to find that Xiao Fei had disappeared. The bed was as messy as yesterday, and there were no stacks of quilts.

"he's gone?"

"The boss is really the dragon and sees the end!"

"He promised Dad that he only stayed at home for two days. Staying for one more day is still in the third place. It is also reasonable to leave today."

The three brothers are very depressed, but after a few days of getting along, they all have gains.

......

At this time, Xiao Fei did not return to the city to return to school. Instead, I went to the northwest of China, a remote place. Get information from Ma Rongchao, Ma Tengyun’s youngest daughter, Ma Wenzhao, teaches at this place.

From Huaiyang to the northwest, he only needs one bandit to pass, so he took a good rest for one night and left the next morning.

This place is very desolate, because it is the Loess Plateau, and even the trees grow very little. The houses in the village are generally low and are all soiled. There is only one floor. In order to prevent wind and sand, there is a big wall outside the house.

"The day is full of mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and you want to be a thousand miles, and go up to the next level..."

A dilapidated small school, there is a voice of a female teacher Hong Liang, is teaching students Tang poetry. After reading it, there was a burst of reading from the students.

Xiao Fei looked out of the window and saw the classroom. The three or five long desks were neatly arranged. They were very old and wooden. On the black desktop, many students engraved an ‘early’ word and a vertical line on the site.

At the desk, a total of more than 30 children were sitting, the ages were very different, the big eleven or two years old, the young five or six years old. The exception is that they are very worn, their faces are dirty, and their cheeks are red with the wind blowing all the year round, just like the Red Fuji apple. Looking at the blackboard one by one, the eyes are filled with the desire for knowledge.

"They should all be primary school students? The teachers also teach primary school courses." Xiao Fei thought, "The place is dilapidated but it is always a school, poor me, even the primary school has not been."

Looking at the female teacher on the podium, the dress is also very simple, but it is very neat. Under the age of 20, full of young vitality, the face is long and Ma Tengyun has three similarities.

Who can think that the daughter of Ma Tengyun, the richest man in China, actually teaches in such a place? And wearing so simple, there is no brand name.

Seeing Xiao Fei outside the window, many students turned their heads curiously and looked at him.

"When you are in class, don't open a gap, don't look around." Ma Wenqi took a pointer and said seriously. The students just came back and listened carefully.

Xiao Fei is no longer watching, so as not to affect their learning. A man sits on a haystack not far from the school, holding a weed in his mouth and looking at the loess land leisurely.

After more than two hours, the school finally came out of school.

"Excuse me, you are..." Ma Wenqi walked out of the classroom and saw that Xiao Fei had not left, so he came over and asked.

“I am a student of a middle school in Huadu. I have participated in a tour group to travel to the northwest these days. Because I am separated from everyone, I came here.” Xiao Fei said.

“You are a middle school student?” Ma Wenzhao said. “Now it’s time for school, you actually sneak out and travel? You don’t know how to cherish such a good learning opportunity?” The students behind me pointed out: “Look at these children, If I didn't teach them, they didn't even have a chance to learn."

"Oh, I didn't love learning," Xiao Fei said.

"Children in these cities are really too lazy..." Ma Wenxi said, "Simply, there is no cherish."

What she didn't know, however, was that when Xiao Fei was a child, the schooling conditions were worse than these children. It was not a rich second generation. And when it comes to money, Xiao Fei can't compare with her, she is the real rich second generation.