The First Chaos In History

　　 I arranged everything for more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and I was away from home for 12 hours. If I can't go back before the buns get off work at 4:30, this is the end of the book.

　　 When I was about to leave, my blue screen mobile phone rang, I took it out, the Xia Guang Wan Dao Rui Cai Qian, the scorpion looked stupid when he looked next to me, he had never seen this kind of mobile phone. As soon as I flipped it over, Blue wowly put it on my face to answer, only to hear President Zhang asked: "I heard that you have recruited a group of students in such a short time?" I despised the scorpion, and he whispered, "I didn't say fighting. Thing."

　　 Principal Zhang said after getting an affirmative answer: "Is it convenient for you now? I want to see your students." I knew that the old man could not be offended, so I hurriedly said welcome.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I got worried. These 300 people, most of them are young people around 20 years old, which makes sense, but the ranks are unique to the army, and all of them have long hair. For Principal Zhang That kind of conservative old intellectuals is absolutely unacceptable, and I can't tell him that my school has hired 300 drums before it is finished.

　　癞子 called me and hung up the phone and stared at my mobile phone forever, only to find that I was staring at him, he laughed and said, "Nowadays, rich people use blue screens in fashion?"

　　 "Nonsense, do you understand the little radiation? We eat vegetables that have insect eyes." I told him, "I'll find something for you. Get me all the shavers from all over the world."

The skinny said embarrassedly: "Brother Qiang, the times are different. Now the country is also called a hairdressing studio, and they are all women. It's okay to come. If we don't come, we will be prone to misunderstandings. My second uncle will come to the village. There is an old man who can shave the lid of the pot. The problem is that he can't shave it even if he arrives."

I drove him aside and asked Xu Delong to gather the soldiers. I went to the middle of the team and posed a few who stood very straight to make the team look looser. Then I told them: "In the future, you will not It’s a soldier again, it’s a student!" Xu Delong interrupted and said, "Xiao Zhuangshi..." I waved my hand and said loudly, "In the future, please remember not to call me a strong man, but to call..." I thought about it and wanted to call the principal too tall and call the teacher. It was too low, so he said, "I want to call Director Xiao, there will be an old man who will come to see you, you call him the principal, do you understand?"

　　 If everything goes well, they should have said: I understand. Then I put my hand on my ear and asked defiantly, what did you say, and then the deafening Shanhu: I understand!

　　 But these people didn't react at all. Xu Delong said to them, "It's clear."

　　 300: "Understood."

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

　　 I squatted depressed on the ground, picking up a straw stick to play, and said weakly: "It's okay, I'll deal with it later, can you find a way to shorten your hair?"

Xu Delong was taken aback. In their era, they didn’t say that they shaved their heads at all. What they emphasized is that "the body is skinned and skinned, and the parents dare not dare to be injured." Fortunately, this is an army whose mission is to obey orders. The factor is basically out of consideration. After Xu Delong issued the order, 300 people were divided into 150 groups, and the two daggers they brought were used to shave their hair. I felt distressed when they saw a lot of hair fall. But the price of hair in the Song Dynasty should be about the same, right?

When the team assembles again, I’ll take a look-it’s not as good as before, the craftsmanship is too rough, one by one, the hair is tangled up, some have a few strands floating in the wind, and some seem to be bitten by a dog. Too punk, too hahan, and too non-mainstream.

At such a time, Principal Zhang came. Lao Zhang came from Lezi and his second uncle. The village chief sent a farmer to ride the only side-dike motorcycle that can run in China to send Lao Zhang with him behind him. A handsome man with glasses.

　　 Lao Zhang is sitting in the sidewalk, wearing a straight Chinese tunic suit, with a look on his face, a bit like a warlord in the Republic of China. Lao Zhang got out of the car with one leg, and the man in glasses followed him.

Principal Zhang first looked at the progress of the project, nodded with satisfaction, and came to me with a smile, and suddenly saw 300 expressionless college graduates neatly lining in front of him, the hair on his head was neither long nor short. The ground was drooping, and at this moment a real breeze was blowing, and the hair on 300's head fluttered vividly.

　　 The old man asked me with a gray face: "This is the student you recruited?"

　　 I whispered in his ear: "They were all recruited from a remote rural area. They are uneducated, but they are in good health. They are all good martial arts students."

　　 Sure enough, Lao Zhang felt very kind when he heard that he was a farm child, and then pointed at the old Xu Delong, who asked him, "Is this the parent or the child who is old-fashioned?"

　　 I said: "I heard that he came in after eating for nothing. I plan to lead the team to show him some clothes or something in the future."

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

　　 The little warrior with thick eyebrows, big eyes and earth-headed brains said loudly, "My name is Wei Tiezhu, and my word is Xiangde."

　　 Principal Zhang said in surprise: "Unexpectedly, a country boy still has words."

　　 Wei Tiezhu said something that shocked the audience: "This is from our General Yue Yun!"

Principal Zhang chuckled and said, "This kid seems to be fascinated by "Said Yue Quan Biography"." I wiped my sweat and laughed together. Principal Zhang asked our local morality again: "Did you come here to pay for school?" "

　　 I'm really afraid that Wei Tiezhu will say something earth-shattering again, but fortunately he said bewilderedly: "What money to pay?"

　　 Principal Zhang saw that he was not helping me to hoodwink, and he smiled, and his attitude towards me was better. He said, "Although it is free, you have to pay attention to the quality. Is it easy to find a martial arts teacher?"

I vowed to say: "I will come in a few days, from long-distance running to swimming, from free fighting to 800,000 coaches (I want to say that there are eighteen weapons). The children must be attracted to the bee... uh, call the wind, call the rain or fortune. If you are interested, you can teach them a little bit according to traditional culture."

　　 Principal Zhang said: "I'll recommend a teacher to you first." Then he pulled the gentleman with glasses who had been standing behind him in front of me.

I looked at him and saw that the guy was about the same age as me. He combed a very well-rounded middle score. His face was delicate white, and he was rather shy in front of others. He looked like a graduate student from a third-rate university, but President Zhang That said, I don’t dare to look down upon him. Does this young man have a secret skill? I noticed that there is a pen in his jacket pocket. Who puts a pen there these days? That said, it was his hidden weapon. As soon as the flying pen came out, there was nothing wrong with it?

　　 Principal Zhang swallowed his saliva before he said the whole thing: "This is Teacher Yan, one of the six teachers at Yucai Elementary School before. He can teach you culture lessons."

"This…"

Principal Zhang saw me hesitate, and his face sank and said, "Can you still trust the person I introduced? Xiaoyan is definitely a qualified teacher, and his monthly salary is only 1,000." As Lao Zhang whispered in my ear, "Promise. This child is so pitiful. It was a year before he graduated from university, and his family had an accident. Then he dropped out of school. The young man is very good, and he concentrates on the children."

Speaking of this, what else can I say, Teacher Yan nodded at me to thank me when he saw that I had agreed, then stood in front of 300, cleared his throat, blushed before speaking, and said embarrassedly:" My name is Yan Jingsheng, and everyone can call me Jingsheng."

　　 I saw that there was no movement in 300, and made a gesture to them. 300 people knew at the same time, and shouted loudly: "Hello, strong Yan!"

　　 Yan Jingsheng was so scared 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 should read less books about killing and killing. It is best to read more about Tang poetry and Song poetry."

　　 I apologized and said to Yan Jingsheng: "Ms. Yan is okay? What did you teach before?"

　　 Yan Jingsheng wiped the glasses that fell on the floor and said: "I can teach math and Chinese. I used to bring them from grade one to grade five, but you can rest assured that I still teach middle school and high school."

　　 "Don't, these people haven't studied much, you just treat them as first-grade kids, and start teaching from the oh-oh-goose."

　　 Teacher Yan said suspiciously: "Is this all right?"

　　 I asked 300 loudly: "Can you do it?"

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

"Row!"

　　 Teacher Yan was taken aback again, and when he missed his hand, the glasses fell on the ground again.

Principal Zhang said to me: "I heard that you prepared tents for the students. This is a good method. Xiaoyan has no place to live since the school building was damaged by the earthquake. Let him live with your students. , Do not delay cultural learning."

　　 Chaos, 300 iron-blooded Yue family army of unknown purpose, a weak undergraduate college student, staying together, how do I feel like an American blockbuster?

　　 But I can't manage that much now, let them influence each other. It’s been a long time since I had a good night’s sleep. What I want to do most now is to go home and take a shower, get a good night’s sleep, and then see if I can create a chance to have a good time with the buns. UU看书www. uukanshu.com My bicycle is still in the compound of the processing factory. It will take at least a few hours to walk there. I looked at the sidecars that Principal Zhang and the others had drove, and discussed with the farmer whether I could ride it back with me, tomorrow. Send it back. The farmer was more embarrassed. I handed my mobile phone over and said, "Would you like to ask your village chief?" He looked at my mobile phone, sneered, and took out a Nokia N81 in his pocket. After the phone call, he said to me: "My village chief said, "After your school is opened, you will have to buy the food, and the motorcycle will be given to you."

　　...

　　 I was riding a sidecar, racing across the vast land and country roads of Yao Village. Everyone said enviously: "The relatives of the village chief, hey—"

　　 When I left the boundary of Yaocun, everyone along the way pointed at me and shouted: "Look at that silly B hey—"

　　—————Division——————

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