Rebirth system: I resurrected millions of sheep warriors

What's more, the world has its own way of operating. If some people are rich, some people are poor; if some people are smart, some people are stupid.

Why should we use up all our insignificant strength to fight against nature's way of survival of the fittest that has been in place for millions of years?

But he couldn't persuade Yang Mi, just as Yang Mi couldn't persuade him.

However, he admired Teacher Yang Mi.

He knew that Yang Mi was a true role model, and she had always been doing small yet great things.

In the afternoon.

Yang Guo came out of the school again and waited outside.

Finally he waited for Teacher Yang Mi who had just got off the bus.

He felt distressed by Teacher Yang Mi’s depressed state.

He stepped forward and said, "Yang Mi, why are you doing this, cough..."

In Yang Mi's opinion, Yang Guo has always been like her older brother.

In front of him, Yang Mi could no longer hide her vulnerability and burst into tears.

"Brother Yang Guo, I just don't want him to miss out on school. What's wrong with me?"

"That's right, let's go back to class first, the children are waiting."

Yang Mi cried aggrievedly, "Brother Yang Guo, two students have already left this semester. I, I, I must not let poor students leave too."

"Okay, I'll help you find a solution...you go to class first."

Teacher Yang Mi walked on the campus, trying hard to suppress her tears.

On the playground, in the store, under the sun... these jumping, running, sitting, standing...

These children.

Some can spend two to three thousand sheep coins a day, while others only spend fifty sheep coins a semester;

Some people spend tens of thousands of sheep coins on a piece of clothing, and some people spend the whole year wearing only the coarse clothes knitted by their mothers.

Some skip classes and fight every day, while others can't even sit in the classroom and listen to the lessons peacefully...

All of this happened on this campus.

Yang Mi suddenly thought of a sentence: I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy.

How wonderful it would be if this dream could really come true!

As teachers, isn’t this what we strive for?

Beautiful House.

Beautiful posture.

Yang Dazhuang was kneeling in front of Mei Zizi at this moment.

Yang Dazhuang was hit hard on the right eye by a punch, and the bruise took a long time to disappear.

Clothes were also torn.

There was a footprint on the back.

Behind Yang Dazhuang, two guards were kneeling together.

He looked even more miserable than Yang Dazhuang.

Mei Zizi said angrily: "Tell me, who did it?"

Yang Dazhuang covered his eyes and said nothing.

Mei Mei'er pulled Mei Zizi's sleeve and said, "Zizi, forget it. Da Zhuang is in poor health. He will be fine in a few days."

Meizizi glared at Meimeir.

She insisted, "Forget it? No way! Now he is not only your husband, but also a member of my Mei tribe. If you dare to hit my people in Yang Village, you are slapping my Mei Zizi in the face. This matter cannot be let go!"

Mei Zizi glared at the two guards kneeling behind her and scolded, "You two, tell me!"

Sheep 28 and Sheep 37 looked at Yang Dazhuang, covered their mouths and spoke.

"Clan, clan leader, it was someone from the Overbearing Noodle House who did it."

"Chief, this morning, my brother Dazhuang and I went to the Badao Noodle House to eat noodles. We each had a bowl of noodles, but the boss insisted that we had three bowls of noodles and wanted to charge us the sheep coins for three bowls of noodles. We refused to pay, and he even said that we were bullying honest people..."

"That's right, they even insisted on asking us to cut open our stomachs to prove that we ate a bowl of noodles. Chief, tell me, is that something a human could do? Can a person survive with his stomach cut open? Anyone with a bit of brains wouldn't do such a stupid thing! Brother Dazhuang and I will argue with them and not pay these unfair sheep coins."

"that is!"

Meizizi asked, "Did you say you are members of the Meiyangyang tribe?"

Sheep 28 said: "Needless to say, who in our Sheep Village doesn't know Da Zhuang? Even the vendors on the pedestrian street know that Da Zhuang is from the American tribe!"

Mei Zizi stood up from her seat, snorted coldly, and said angrily: "So you don't give me, Mei Zizi, face? Damn it, grab your weapons and beat them!"