Rebirth and daily cultivation

Winter evening.

The tall trees in front of the bungalow are as bare as the head of English teacher Chen Haiyang.

But the wheat seedlings in the fields are as green as Shen Xu's hat.

The old snow has not yet melted, and new snow has been added, falling from the dark sky, and the fields and villages are all shrouded in heavy white snow.

The light at the door of the bungalow was powered on, and the lights illuminated the darkness.

Zhang Ruyun stood at the door. The snowy weather did not make people afraid, but brought life. Looking to the east, he could see guests coming from the city to eat at the farmhouse from time to time.

Dongdong tied a hemp rope and worked hard to tow the tire. A little girl of five or six years old was riding on it, smiling very happily. Her father was beside him to prevent accidents.

Zhang Ruyun is really surprised. His impression of Dongdong, an unruly wild child, has now become so sensible?

‘Sure enough, people change when they grow up! ’ Zhang Ruyun sighed.

As the saying goes, there is no distinction in education. As long as students are taught according to their aptitude, they can make progress.

Zhang Ruyun waved and shouted: "Dongdong, let's play together later!"

Dongdong made a loud noise: "If you want to play, come to me at the door of the farmhouse."

He is not allowed to attract private customers now because Lin Zida warned him that if he dares to cross the line, he will be subject to Jiang Ning's antitrust trial.

Lin Zida also specifically reminded Jiang Ning of cruel punishments such as hanging from a tree to feed wasps, throwing him into a pond to feed fish, and so on.

Zhang Ruyun now returned from the noisy big city. When he suddenly came to the countryside, he felt a little lonely. He walked to the door of the farmhouse and saw Zhuang Jianhui first.

After a little comparison, Zhang Ruyun felt ashamed. The other person was tall and handsome, and his appearance was better than their student union minister.

Then, when he saw Yang Qian, Zhang Ruyun was stunned and couldn't help shouting: "Yang Qian!"

Hearing this, Yang Qian turned around and looked at him. Zhang Ruyun looked pretty good. He was about 175 years old, had a perm, and his clothes were from Heilan House. Most men didn't know how to take care of themselves. Zhang Ruyun relied on these to achieve " The realm of "half-step handsome".

"Who are you?" Yang Qian didn't recognize him.

Zhang Ruyun sounded slightly excited: "I, Zhang Ruyun, am from the National Agricultural University. On New Year's Day this year, our Anseong university held a charity sale and charity event. You are in the Agricultural University team."

"Oh~" Yang Qian finally recalled it, but she still didn't recognize Zhang Ruyun. There were too many people at the event, so how could she remember Zhang Ruyun?

But Zhang Ruyun was different. At that time, someone posted photos of volunteers in their Jianda University group, and Yang Qian was praised by many people for her beauty.

"Do you live nearby?" Yang Qian asked.

Zhang Ruyun was quite happy to see an acquaintance. He didn't think anything wrong, he was just happy: "Yes, I have been here since I was a child."

After hearing this, Yang Qian probably understood a little bit about his class. Who would live in Heba if he was a little rich?

The worse ones go to the urban area, the better ones go to Ancheng, the provincial capital, and the better ones go to Nanshi. This is the approximate distribution of Yuzhou people.

However, Zhang Ruyun was very enthusiastic and did not try to please him. Yang Qian chatted with him a few more words.

At this time, Dongdong came back, and Zhang Ruyun wanted to show off his social circle.

Zhang Ruyun said: "Dongdong, come here, pull me around for a while and see what you can do."

Dongdong has been working like a cow and horse every day recently, and he even lost his smile. Without saying a word, he picked up Zhang Ruyun and pulled him away like a little wild boar.

Yang Qian ended her chat with Zhang Ruyun. She walked next to Zhuang Jianhui and said with a smile, "We met during volunteer activities before."

Zhuang Jianhui had no reaction: "Very good."

Lin Zida: "Xiaohui, the car is coming soon, are you going back?"

Zhuang Jianhui shook his head: "Forget it, you go back first, I'll be later."

"OK, remember to collect Dongdong's money for me." Lin Zida took the tea leaves presented by Jiang Ning and walked to the parking place on the east side.

A few minutes later, Zhang Ruyun came back satisfied.

Not to mention, Dongdong's tire pulls really well. In order to increase the experience, Dongdong also gave him a sword. He sat on the tire and held the sword in his hand, just like riding a bronze chariot from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!

"Dongdong, you are such a good boy!" Zhang Ruyun praised.

Dongdong doesn't like to smile lately, so he stretched out his hand: "5 yuan."

Zhang Ruyun was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zhuang Jianhui came over and explained: "This is a cooperative entertainment project with farmhouses. It costs 5 yuan a time."

‘What the hell…’ Zhang Ruyun reluctantly gave 5 yuan.

5 yuan is not much, but he didn’t know it beforehand!

After Dongdong got the money, he didn't warm it with his hands, and Zhuang Jianhui took it away.

After Zhang Ruyun saw this, he took the opportunity to call Dongdong to his door and asked him why.

Dongdong told about his miserable years under Jiang Ning's rule and the cruel treatment he suffered. Dongdong talked and cried loudly. Who understands his pain?

Zhang Ruyun also felt aggrieved when he learned that Dongdong could only get 10 cents in commission.

Zhang Ruyun received an orthodox education. He knew that everyone was equal and could not bear this kind of oppression! How can you bully a young child?

"Rebel him, Dongdong! Do it yourself!" Zhang Ruyun suggested.

Dongdong looked angry and puffed out his nostrils: "I don't dare."

Zhang Ruyun hated him for refusing to argue: "The 1 cent share is too small. You must mention it and protest with a strike!"

He used the knowledge he learned at the university to analyze the powerful relationship between Dongdong, especially that forbearance will only lead to greater oppression, etc...

"Are you willing to stay like this?"

Zhang Ruyun's eloquence was good, but Dongdong was confused by the deception.

He returned to the farmhouse with full of enthusiasm, and with this enthusiasm, he pulled three trips in one breath and earned 15 yuan.

Zhuang Jianhui asked him for his reward, Dongdong glared and grinned: "I want to talk to Jiang Ning, if he doesn't give me justice, I will find justice myself!"

Zhuang Jianhui looked at him and uttered one word: "Okay."

...

Evening self-study.

Jiang Yanan: "Why do you have to go to evening self-study?"

Yu Wen: "That's right, people in No. 2 Middle School don't have evening self-study."

Song Sheng: "Why don't you get into No. 2 Middle School?"

Yu Wen: "None of your business?"

During the break, the back row was discussing the evil evening self-study.

Chen Siyu said: "Because we are worse than No. 2 Middle School, if we don't rely on evening self-study to overtake, we can't surpass them."

Xue Yuantong, who was playing games, nodded: "Siyu said it very well."

Chen Siyu got the affirmation of the top students and smiled foolishly.

Dong Qingfeng passed by here and said, "It's normal, our junior high school doesn't have evening self-study, but I heard that junior high schools in towns and villages basically don't finish school until after 9:30 p.m."

Shan Kaiquan: "Indeed, I'm in a township high school."

Yu Wen felt incredible: "Evening self-study in junior high school? What's the point?"

Song Sheng narrowed his eyes: "To adapt to night shifts in the future."

Shan Kaiquan: "Damn..."

Xin Youling joined the discussion: "The most important thing may not be to study, but to prevent them from going out to do evil. Try to think about it, what if there is no evening self-study?"

Shan Kaiquan answered: "Most of the boys in that class probably went to game arcades and Internet cafes."

What he said was relatively conservative. Playing games and surfing the Internet were already good, at least they didn't do evil. Shan Kaiquan knew too well how chaotic junior high schools in towns and villages were.

Xin Youling concluded: "Build one more school, and you can build one less prison."

Several people were discussing in real life. Cui Yu was brushing posts on Tieba and was passionately scolding people.

The original post is:

[Hello sisters, I am impressed by my boyfriend. His monthly living expenses are 1500 yuan. My male bestie and I wanted to drink two cups of Menghui Tea's new milk tea, which only cost about 30 yuan in total. But he thought it was too expensive. He really doesn't love me at all. 】

The alumni on the first floor replied: "It is indeed expensive. A portion of fried rice with an egg at the school gate is only 5 yuan. Why is a cup of milk tea at 15 yuan not expensive?"

The host replied to the first floor: "Only poor people like you would eat a portion of fried rice at 5 yuan."

The second floor: "What makes you think 30 yuan is cheap?"

The host replied to the second floor: "Yes, I think it is very cheap. You must have tried it, right?"

The third floor: "Hahaha, male bestie! (funny)"

The people who read this post were furious. Cui Yu scolded the person on the spot: "30 yuan milk tea is really not expensive. Your boyfriend is so stingy. Why don't you two go and drink it, don't bring him. You two can't afford it, right?"

The host: "(smile) Do you think I can afford it?"

Cui Yu scolded her.

He showed the post to his good brothers, hoping that his good brothers would help him scold.

Hu Jun: "Why is the viewpoint of this poster so similar to Lu Qiqi's?"

Cui Yu has been playing with him recently. He shook his head: "It's not Lu Qiqi. Lu Qiqi is much higher than her."

Lu Qiqi is now with Mr. Qi, and has escaped from the level of low-level gold diggers.

Meng Gui looked at Hu Jun, who looked vicissitudes of life, and suddenly said: "Brother Jun, you don't like Lu Qiqi, do you? You know her so well?"

Wang Longlong: "Oh."

Cui Yu also made a noise: "Lu Qiqi is not easy to pursue. First of all, you have to have money, and secondly, you have to be willing to spend money on her."

Meng Gui: "Brothers support you."

Faced with the ridicule of the brothers, Hu Jun did not feel embarrassed like other boys, and then defended himself.

He just smiled faintly: "Brothers know me. If I were to make a move, the target would definitely not be Lu Qiqi."

Immediately, there was a lot of noise.

Bai Yuxia, who loves stealing melons, would visit the No. 4 Middle School forum when she was tired of studying, because the communication atmosphere in the No. 4 Middle School forum is very good. It is definitely the best among countless campus forums.

As expected, she saw the post just now.

Just like in many posts about women not willing to pay for dating, there are always some stupid men who like to show off.

A person nicknamed Monarch on the 42nd floor replied: "It's so funny. I was in a relationship before. I spent 8,000 yuan on my girlfriend in a week, but I didn't even want to buy a cup of milk tea. What kind of loser is that? Get lost."

This kind of man is the most hateful, even more hateful than a gold digger.

Bai Yuxia is a high-quality netizen. As the 43rd floor, she expressed her point of view: "When boys and girls are in love, it should be an equal relationship, and they can't just ask for it blindly."

After replying, she exited and prepared to browse other posts.

As a result, Monarch replied quickly: "It's so funny, asking for a cup of milk tea is unequal, who are you? Why are you putting a label on others?"

Bai Yuxia's gender on the Internet is male, and her homepage is empty. After being ridiculed, she replied to the other party: "Sorry, at least I won't ask for milk tea from the other party."

Monarch scolded her: "You are a man, you have the nerve to ask for milk tea, and be a gigolo? Why don't you die? Low!"

Bai Yuxia remained calm: "I'm curious, what do you rely on to say that I am low? Excuse me."

Monarch: "Haha, what do I need to rely on? Because you are a big, evil, pen!"

The Internet is virtual, but the harm is extremely real. Countless clowns hide on the Internet, become trolls, and vent their dissatisfaction in life.

You are either at the level of Zhuang Jianhui, with strong connections, and can find the person in charge of the Internet department at any time to find the Internet trolls and punish him.

Otherwise, no matter if you are a multi-millionaire or a billionaire, you can either win by scolding them or be scolded honestly.

However, Internet trolls have no logic, and even great scholars have to be greeted with greetings to their whole family.

Bai Yuxia couldn't argue at all. She clicked on Monarch's homepage, and what came into her eyes was the other party's first self-introduction post:

[You were trolled by me, and you were hit by my words. You anxiously clicked on my homepage, but I have a happy family, my studies are going well, and my girlfriend loves me, and you are the real SB! ]

Bai Yuxia took a deep breath and calmed the waves in her heart. She could actually post a new post, showing the other party's words, asking netizens to judge and help her fight back, but that would undoubtedly consume a lot of time.

The sound of the class bell rang in her ears. Bai Yuxia thought that her time was more valuable and should not be wasted on such meaningless things.

She told herself: 'Don't bother with others. Most of these people with such violent tempers are bugs that no one cares about. '

However, it is inevitable that she is still a little angry... She is not an old monster with deep calculations.

At this time, Jiang Ning handed her a note: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yuxia wanted to say that it was nothing, but she felt that it was too perfunctory to Jiang Ning. She did not hide it, but wrote down her quarrel with Monarch in a joking tone.

After telling Jiang Ning, Bai Yuxia's mood was inexplicably relieved.

Jiang Ning also found it funny. At first, he didn't expect that Bai Yuxia would quarrel with people online. What's more funny is that she, who seems calm, wise, and sharp-minded, is not as offensive as Tongtong in the online world.

Jiang Ning: "I'll help you solve it."

Within the scope of his ability, he would not sit idly by and watch people around him being bullied.

After Bai Yuxia received the note, she wrote a letter back. She turned her face away, and the braids made her profile look very beautiful. She smiled gently.

Jiang Ning untied the note, and there were four elegant words on the paper: "It's not easy to win, right?"

Jiang Ning did not reply, he took out his mobile phone.

First, he found the post and the netizen named Monarch, who was passionately arguing with him and making all kinds of comments.

Jiang Ning tapped the screen of his mobile phone with his finger, and his magic power covered it. At the same time, his consciousness began to spread in a ripple shape, and countless radio waves appeared in the air.

The complex and chaotic light signals of a specific frequency band that ordinary people could not see were clearly revealed in the range of Jiang Ning's consciousness.

His consciousness vibrated again-'Looking for the trace of all things.'

In the colorful and bizarre space, a twisted and changing wave-like pure black track appeared.

Jiang Ning locked onto the track, and his consciousness began to pursue it until it was located in a classroom in the No. 1 teaching building.

The focus in Jiang Ning's eyes returned: 'I found you.'