The head teacher, Teacher Shi, left the classroom with a headache and confusion. He didn't understand what the new child was doing during class, and why the more he read it, the more he looked, the stranger it became.

After class, the classroom went crazy, and a large group of children gathered around to see the new classmate.

A runny child said, "What did you say in class? Why can't I understand?"

He Xiangdong told him: "That's amazing. This story comes from many years ago, there were white snakes and green snakes who practiced into spirits and turned into human form. Then he went to West Lake in Hangzhou to play. You know about West Lake."

The little kids nodded repeatedly, listening to the story very seriously.

He Xiangdong continued, "That's right, the white snake was dressing up on the second floor. It accidentally dropped a hairpin under the window and hit a man. The man was named Xu Xian, who was a local official. The man looked up and looked up, "Wow, the beauty, and then went to the next door to find Wang's mother."

"Cough" a cough came from behind the crowd. The group of children who were intoxicated and dispersed immediately, sat upright in their seats, and each pretended to be good babies.

The person who came was a math teacher, Mr. Bai, a middle-aged old man. He walked to He Xiangdong with a calm face and said, "Who told you this story just now?"

He Xiangdong also smiled: "You have been very proud of yourself, and you have become more self-taught."

"Hmph, I want to report it to your class teacher." The math teacher went to the podium with a dark face.

He Xiangdong was not afraid at all. He just came to join in the fun today and would not come tomorrow. He is considered a fan of the nature of a fan. Who is afraid of whom?

The math teacher is a very rigorous and traditional teacher. He is very serious in class and is very boring when teaching.

"How much does 23 minus 7 equal? ​​Does anyone know? Hum?"

All the students in the class lowered their heads, for fear that the teacher would find him. It is appropriate to do it if he was right, and he would have to scold him if he was wrong.

"Don't anyone know?" the math teacher spoke again.

It's another silence.

He Xiangdong was also secretly anxious when he saw it. He was anxious about the math teacher. How embarrassing it would be. If this happens during a crosstalk performance, the crosstalk actors would not go crazy.

Although he just said that the master and apprentice are like father and son, how could he blame the teacher? So He Xiangdong decided to help the math teacher.

This child is also trying to blindly blindly.

He immediately took the next move and said, "Hey, by the way, anyone knows? After passing this store, you can't see this Wu Dalang."

"What a mess." The math teacher turned around and looked at He Xiangdong with a dark face.

He Xiangdong also raised his head and smiled at him, meaning he didn't have to thank him for his rescue.

"Do you know what the answer is?" the math teacher asked in a deep voice.

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "You ask me, then I really don't know."

The math teacher was a little angry and scolded, "I don't know what you said?"

He Xiangdong put on the look of the deputy, and said, "I don't know what's wrong. Am I proud? Are I proud? Do you know, teacher?"

"Absolutely, I know."

"Do I look down on you?" He Xiangdong said again.

"You" the math teacher choked.

All the classmates in the class were amused by He Xiangdong, laughing non-stop, and the classroom atmosphere suddenly became lively. He Xiangdong was also very proud. Look at our ability, he would have amused everyone in just a few words. This is how excellent crosstalk artists can not only make funny but also support them.

He Xiangdong bowed to the math teacher, meaning that he will leave it to you next. I have helped you to stir up this cold situation, so I don’t need to thank me.

Then

Then

Then He Xiangdong was kicked out.

Standing at the door, He Xiangdong cried out in grief and anger. He was cursing the math teacher for not having any artistic ethics. He didn't even place a mat to invite him to dinner to express his gratitude, and even drove him out.

"This is going to be banned in the industry." He Xiangdong cursed again.

The child is gone.

After the math class, the math teacher went to the head teacher Shi to report the situation, but ignored the enthusiastic classmate who helped him support him.

When lunch time comes, the primary school steams the rice by itself. The students bring the rice, vegetables and lunch boxes to the school. In the morning, wash the rice and put it in the aluminum lunch box and place it in the steamer. The staff in the school canteen will help steam it.

At noon, I could have lunch with the dishes I brought. In that era, in addition to paying tuition, students also had to pay a firewood fee, which was for steaming rice. Usually, they did not pay the money, but asked their family to carry a few loads of firewood.

The fat guy came to school today and brought two lunch boxes, all of which were steamed. His family was rich and the dishes he brought were better, including fried tofu meat and fried potato slices.

Old schools like them have no place to provide them with food. Everyone is holding lunch boxes to get orders and eating while standing, squatting, or sitting on the steps.

At that time, the meal was very lively. The whole school was full of students carrying lunch boxes. The fat man found the lunch boxes and went to the playground to have dinner with He Xiangdong and the others, and sat on the steps under the flagpole.

The fat man took out two enamel jars from his backpack, which contained dishes. He said to He Xiangdong: "Last night, I told my grandma that you would come to school with me today. My grandma has prepared more orders and come to you to try it."

He Xiangdong picked up the lunch box, ate the dish, and said, "It tastes so good, thank the old lady for helping me."

The little fat man was also eating happily, chewing the rice in his mouth, and said vaguely: "My grandma kept praising you, saying that you are young but very capable, and you even let me learn from you."

"Hi, the old man is just about telling the truth." He Xiangdong was not humble at all.

The little fat man nodded seriously and said, "Anyway, I think you are very powerful. You can speak crosstalk, sing lyrics of Taiping, and be an unparalleled beggar."

"Puff" He Xiangdong spit out his mouth, and the child was still thinking about that, and it was no longer cured.

The little fat man continued, "My uncle also said you are amazing, and said you will definitely become a big shot in the future, just like on TV. But my father didn't say hello, and he asked me to study hard, otherwise I would have to do everything like you."

He Xiangdong didn't mind at all. The fat man's father was right. The life of folk artists is very hard, and learning and doing art is much more difficult than those of them who are in school.

He Xiangdong also advised: "Dashitou, your father is right. Our art sales industry is really hard and it is really not suitable for you. You should study hard. Your father is a capable person. You can listen to him."

The fat man lowered his head and said, "I want to study hard, but I can't learn a lot of words."

He Xiangdongdao: "There is a way to recognize words. Many Chinese characters are separated and combined into different characters. Different combinations are new characters, with ever-changing and profound meanings. Come on, come here and I will teach you."
Chapter completed!