Time travel to 1984

Chapter 6 Teacher Zhou
A sunny, sunny day.

Zhang Jinhai, who was waiting for the high school entrance examination report card, was bored.

Recalling the experience of traveling back to May 1984, 5 before dying.

Rescuing the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin has successfully passed the date of death in the previous life.

For the matter of Xiao Zhao Jin, he had to think of a way earlier, and in the future he couldn't just do small things like working as a handyman on a construction site in his previous life.

The brick and tile factory of the second brother Zhang Jinshan is in the midst of rectification due to the collapse of the kiln.

The third brother Zhang Jincheng's small pig feed factory started to operate, but there is no market, so he can only sell it to the pig farm of the eldest brother Zhang Jinlin for the time being.

Zhao Jin's younger brother wanted to pull pig grass to feed the pigs, but he didn't dare to bother him.

Classmate Gu Hong didn't know where to fool around, and he didn't even see a shadow of him after the holiday.

Suddenly, I found that although there were many brothers in the family, no one was idle, and I couldn't find someone to accompany me.

There are a lot of friends, each of them wakes up early and does their own things.

As a time traveler, I have done so many things, and now I don't know what impact it will have on future generations.

Will this life not be as dull as the previous life?

Will this life go well?

All this is unknown.

What is scary in this world?That must be unknown.

What is exciting in this world?That must be unknown.

Living in the present and facing the future with calm wisdom is the right choice for a person.

We must cherish the beautiful days of pollution-free in the countryside for these years.

After thinking about it, with the development of science and economic development, people's demand for daily necessities is increasing.

But the quality of the ingredients eaten by ordinary people is getting worse and worse.

Various pesticide residues, various ripening hormones.

Some people are happy to hurt each other's images in order to live, as if they are right in front of them.

Those who raise weasel do not eat weasel.

Farmed fish do not eat fish.

Those who run gutter oil restaurants do not eat their own food.

What kind of thing is not scary?

Zhang Jinhai took a machete while thinking about these strenuous questions.

When I came to the corn-packing field on the hillside, I chose a few corn-packing poles that looked good.

Cut down one by one, put it in your mouth and stick out the tip of your tongue to feel the sweetness.

After selecting a grain wrapper, use a machete to cut off the excess part.

Sitting on the edge and chewing, this natural human-squeezed drink is much more delicious than the various fruit juices of later generations.

I picked up a few buns by hand, took them home, and prepared to burn them in the stove when cooking at noon.

A familiar voice came from outside Longmenzi: "Zhang Jinhai."

"Zhang Jinhai.

Are you on the roof? "Another thick middle-aged male voice sounded.

What's the matter, is it a hallucination?

This turned out to be the voice of Mr. Zhou, the teacher of Zhang Jinhai's third grade in junior high school.

He ran out frantically: "It's really Mr. Zhou.

I thought I heard it wrong.

Why are you here? "

When I ran to Teacher Zhou, I was already out of breath.

Teacher Zhou, the head teacher, smiled and said, "I'll send you the report card."

Zhang Jinhai was a little surprised: "Mr. Zhou, this service is too good.

If you have to send every classmate, wouldn't it take ten days and a half months?
Is it easy to find my house? "

"Your house is too hard to find.

I came to you from school in the morning and asked for directions while walking. It took me more than two hours. "Teacher Zhou still complained a little bit.

Zhang Jinhai warmly invited: "Oh, let's go, Mr. Zhou, sit in my room for a while.

I cook Shaoxing. "

After receiving the Fat Quack that Mr. Zhou was carrying, Zhang Jinhai was very happy.

This is great, unexpectedly the teacher in charge of the class still wants to treat himself to a meal, this has never happened before.

Teacher Zhou, the teacher in charge, asked Zhang Jinhai a little curiously: "Why are you so focused on the two-cut meat?

Don't you care about your grades? "

Zhang Jinhai smiled and said, "You are all here.

You must consider how to eat this Ga'er. "

Teacher Zhou, the teacher in charge, pondered for a while: "You boy, you can do it.

To be able to prioritize such a small matter.

Your future is limitless. "

I had to take a photo, otherwise Teacher Zhou would be too shameless.

"No matter what I do, you taught me, Mr. Zhou.

The students you teach, how can there be skimpy! "Zhang Jinhai was a little insincere, if he didn't have the memory before time travel, could he get such a good grade in the exam?
Too bad, the awesomeness just now has been blown out.

Now Teacher Zhou doesn't say anything, but wants to know in his heart.

This is really anxious to die.

Teacher Zhou, the teacher in charge, wanted to see how long the young man in front of him could endure, and he also forced himself not to bring up Zhang Jinhai's high school entrance examination results.

Before crossing, Zhang Jinhai did not cook, let alone firewood rice in the countryside.

After taking the teacher home and arranging to sit down, he raised his voice and called Zhang's father and Zhang's mother back.

When Father Zhang came back, he asked Mr. Zhou to burn leaf cigarettes, which choked Mr. Zhou until he coughed.

Zhang's mother arranged Zhang Jinhai to help add firewood to the stove.

Mother Zhang took off a piece of bacon and a few sausages from the hook on the stove, and put them in a large iron pot to cook together with the squash.

Cut the fresh two-knife meat brought by Mr. Zhou into slices, slice an eggplant into thin slices, chop up more than [-] peppercorns, and chop them into powder with a kitchen knife.

Looking at the raging fire in the stove, Zhang Jinhai naturally picked up the artifact of Shaobaogu beside him.

Walking to the millstone by the street, he tore off a piece of good-looking bun, and threaded it on the sharp iron spit of the magic weapon for burning buns: "Mr. Zhou, I'll burn a piece of bun for you to eat."

Teacher Zhou smiled and said, "Yes, don't get burnt too old."

……

Lunch is ready.

Because Teacher Zhou came to visit home.

Mother Zhang arranged to call all the brothers back.

There is no special welcome ceremony for eating in the countryside.

The Zhang family doesn't drink alcohol, they just eat directly.

The place where the enthusiasm can be reflected is that the host keeps inspecting the rice bowls of the guests.

As long as you find that the bowl is empty, you will immediately press a spoonful of rice on it.

Make sure your guests are full.

This is all because of the root cause of the disease left over from not having enough food in the past.

Everyone has it, and it doesn't seem to be a disease.

Zhang Jinhai played this behavior very well.

For lunch, I gave Mr. Zhou two large bowls of rice alone.

Plus the enthusiasm of the Zhang family.

Hey, Mr. Zhou probably hasn't eaten to such a full extent in ten years.

I feel a little regretful, I shouldn't have sent this report card at all.

If you can't stand up or walk after a while, wouldn't it be embarrassing.

Zhang Jinhai, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable. He said that he wanted to send the transcript, why didn't he show it all the time?

Not according to your rice, according to whose rice?

The key is that Mr. Zhou can't get this kind of revenge.

Zhang's father waited for the guests to finish their meal and asked, "Mr. Zhou, have Zhang Jinhai's high school entrance examination results come out this time?"

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