Arrange everything well. It''s more than 2 p.m. and I''ve been away from home for 12 hours. If I can''t get back before 4:30, I''ll finish writing this book.

    When I just pulled out my foot to go, my blue screen mobile phone rang. I took it out. There were thousands of rays and thousands of colors. The scab was stupid when he looked next to me. He had never seen this kind of mobile phone at all. As soon as I turned over the lid, I put it on my face and answered. I only heard headmaster Zhang ask, "I heard that you have recruited a group of students in such a short time?" I despised the scab, and he whispered, "I didn''t say anything about the fight."

    After getting a positive answer, president Zhang said, "is it convenient for you now? I want to see your students." I knew the old man could not be offended, so I hurriedly said welcome.

    As soon as I hung up the phone, I was worried. The 300 people, most of whom are young people in their 20s, are fair enough, but they are unique to the army at first sight, and they all have long hair, which is absolutely unacceptable to the conservative old intellectuals like President Zhang, I can''t tell him that I recruited 300 drums before the school building was completed.

    After I hung up, he stared at my mobile phone and found that I was staring at him. He smiled and said, "now rich people are popular with blue screens?"

    "Nonsense, the radiation is small, you know? We eat vegetables with insect eyes." I said to him, "I''ll find you a job and get me all the barbers from all over the country."

    The mangy son said in embarrassment: "brother Qiang, the times are different. Now there are popular hair salons in the countryside, and they are full of women. It''s good to say that if we don''t come, it''s easy to misunderstand. There is an old man in my second uncle''s village who can shave the head of the pot. The problem is that he can''t shave even when he arrives."

    I drove him aside and asked Xu Delong to gather the soldiers. First, I went to the middle of the team and put some of them standing very straight, so that the whole team looked loose, and then gave them a lecture: "in the future, you will no longer be soldiers, but students!" Xu Delong interrupted, "hero Xiao..." I waved my hand and said loudly, "remember not to call me a hero in the future, but..." I thought about calling the principal too high and the teacher too low, so I said, "I want to call director Xiao. An old man will come to see you later. You call him the principal, okay?"

    If all goes well, they should have said: I see. Then I put my hand to my ear and asked provocatively, what did you say, and then the deafening mountain shout: I see!

    But these people didn''t respond at all. Xu Delong said to them, "just make it clear."

    300: "I see."

    Xu Delong turned around and asked me, "hero Xiao, what do you mean?"

    I squatted on the ground depressed, picked up a straw stick and said powerlessly, "it''s all right. I''ll deal with it later. Can you find a way to shorten your hair?"

    Xu Delong was stunned. In their time, they didn''t shave their heads at all. What they pay attention to is "their body, hair and skin are affected by their parents, and they don''t dare to be damaged." Fortunately, this is an army, which takes obeying orders as its bounden duty. Other factors are basically not considered. After Xu Delong issued the order, 300 people were divided into 150 groups and cut their hair with the daggers they brought. I watched a lot of hair fall to the ground. I was distressed. Although they are not old ginseng, should the price of hair in the Song Dynasty be about the same?

    When the team gets together again, I see it like this - it''s really better not to cut your hair. The craft is too rough, one by one''s hair looks up in the sky, some have a few strands floating in the wind, and others look like being bitten by a dog. It''s too punk, too ha Han, too non mainstream.

    At such a time, president Zhang came. Lao Zhang came from his second uncle. The village head sent a farmer to send Lao Zhang on the only straddle motorcycle that can run in China, with a beautiful man with glasses behind him.

    Lao Zhang sat in the straddle, dressed in a solemn Zhongshan suit, with a look like a warlord of the Republic of China. Lao Zhang got out of the car with one leg, and the man with glasses followed him.

    President Zhang first looked at the progress of the project, nodded with satisfaction and came to me with a smile. Suddenly, he saw 300 expressionless young students standing neatly in front of him. The hair on his head was not long or short. At this time, a real breeze blew, and the hair on his head was floating vividly.

    Lao Zhang asked me with a gray face, "is this the student you recruit?"

    I whispered in his ear, "they are all recruited from a remote countryside. They have no culture, but they are in good health. They are all good seedlings to learn martial arts."

    Sure enough, Lao Zhang was very kind when he heard that he was a peasant child. Then he pointed to Xu Delong, who wiped his eyes with his old eyebrows, and asked, "is this a parent or is this child old-fashioned?"

    I said, "I heard that Bai dined with him. I''m going to lead the team in the future and show him clothes or something."

    Principal Zhang walked up to a little soldier and asked kindly, "what''s your name?"

    The little soldier with thick eyebrows and big eyes said loudly, "my name is Wei Tiezhu, and the word is Xiangde."

    Headmaster Zhang said in surprise, "I didn''t expect a rural child to have words."

    Wei Tiezhu said a sentence that shocked the audience: "this was given by our General Yue Yun!"

    Headmaster Zhang said with a smile, "this child seems to be fascinated by the complete biography of Shuo Yue." I wiped my sweat and laughed together. Headmaster Zhang asked us, "did you pay for school here?"

    I''m really afraid that Wei Tiezhu will say something earth shaking again. Fortunately, he said in confusion, "what money do you pay?"

    President Zhang saw that he didn''t help me cheat. He smiled and his attitude towards me became better. He said, "although it''s free, you have to catch up with the quality. Is it easy to find a martial arts teacher?"

    I vowed: "come in a few days, from long-distance running to swimming, from free fighting to 800000 instructors (I want to say 18 kinds of weapons). Children should be interested in recruiting bees... Er, calling the wind and rain or divination. They can also teach them a little according to traditional culture."

    Principal Zhang said, "let me recommend you a teacher first." Then he pulled the man with gentle glasses who had been standing behind him to me.

    I looked at him and saw that the boy was about the same age as me. He combed a very serious middle score. His face was delicate white. He was shy in front of people. He looked like a graduate student from a third rate University, but President Zhang said so. I didn''t dare to underestimate him. Did the young student have great skills and hide them? I noticed a pen in his coat pocket, Who still puts the pen there these days? That''s not good. It''s his concealed weapon. Once the flying pen is out, there''s no false hair?

    Headmaster Zhang swallowed his saliva and said, "this is teacher Yan, one of the six teachers in Yucai primary school. He can teach you culture."

    "This..."

    When President Zhang saw me hesitate, his face sank and said, "can''t you trust the person I introduced? Xiao Yan is definitely a qualified teacher, and his monthly salary is only 1000." Lao Zhang whispered in my ear, "promise, the child is very poor. Originally, he graduated from college a year ago. Something happened at home. He just dropped out of school. The young man is very good and devoted himself to the children."

    Speaking of this, what else can I say? When teacher Yan saw that I promised, he nodded to me to express his gratitude, then stood in front of 300, cleared his throat, turned red before he spoke, and said shyly, "my name is Yan Jingsheng. You can usually call me Jingsheng."

    When I saw that 300 didn''t move, I made a gesture to them. 300 people understood at the same time and shouted, "good Yan Zhuang!" I''m absolutely happy. I don''t have a teacher.

    Yan Jingsheng was so frightened that he sat on the ground. I pulled him up for a long time.

    Principal Zhang frowned and said, "Xiaoqiang, pay attention to the books you students usually read. You''d better read more Tang and Song poems."

    I was sorry to say to Yan Jingsheng, "is Mr. Yan okay? What did you teach before?"

    Yan Jingsheng wiped his glasses that had just dropped on the ground and said, "I can teach math and Chinese. I used to take them from grade 1 to grade 5, but don''t worry, I can teach junior high school and senior high school."

    "No, these people haven''t read much. Just treat them as first grade children and teach them from ah Oh goose."

    Teacher Yan said suspiciously, "is this OK?"

    I asked 300 loudly, "OK?"

    Although they don''t know what I''m talking about, this question is easy to answer:

    "OK!"

    Teacher Yan was startled again, and his glasses fell to the ground again.

    President Zhang said to me, "I heard that you have prepared tents for the students. It''s a good way. Xiaoyan has no place to live since the earthquake damaged the school building. Let him live with your students without delaying cultural study."

    Chaos, 300 iron and blood Yuejiajun with unknown purpose, a weak undergrad, stay together. How do I feel about American blockbusters?

    But I can''t control so much now. Let them influence each other. I haven''t had a good sleep for a long time. What I want to do now is to go home and take a bath, make up for a big sleep, and then see if I can create an opportunity to have a good time with steamed stuffed buns. My bike is still in the yard of the processing plant. It will take at least several hours to walk there. I looked at the straddle motorcycle brought by President Zhang and them, Discuss with the farmer if you can lend me a ride back and send it back tomorrow. The farmer was more embarrassed. I handed over my mobile phone and said, "why don''t you ask your village head?" He looked at my mobile phone, hissed, took out a Nokia N81 from his pocket, and after calling, he said to me, "our village head said, after your school is completed, we should buy all the dishes, and the motorcycle will be given to you."

    ……

    I rode a straddle motorcycle and galloped on the vast land and country roads of the village. Everyone said with envy, "Hey, the village head''s relatives --"

    When I got out of the boundary of the village, people all pointed at me and shouted, "look at that fool B, hey -"

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