tiger teacher

"Give me the key."

Third Master Wang tapped the old village chief's desk with his fingers, not caring about the village chief's expression of seeing Lord Yan's dead father.His tone was as aggressive as ever, and he didn't take this wimpy village chief seriously.

The old village chief was also stunned, and his heart went full circle, and he said: You have not come back for four years, a disaster star, and you asked me for the key as soon as you came back. Where can I get the key for you?

But after thinking about it, the village chief still doesn't intend to offend the plague god, and the right way is to solve the problem and send him away as soon as possible.

"You..." The old village chief swallowed, "What... what key?"

"The key to my house." Mr. Wang sat down on the broken sofa, looked back and forth at the furnishings in the village chief's office, and said in amazement: "You have changed a lot, and the air conditioner is installed."

"Don't...don't, Ah...Ajian. My second uncle told... tell you, this air conditioner is...it was sent by Mr. Mei after Mr. Mei left. The school has one and I have this one. You look……"

"Okay, okay, please stop talking, I'm impatient, it sounds uncomfortable, give me the key to my house."

Wang Jian stood up, and he didn't bother to talk to this wimpy old guy. With his wimpy strength, let alone this village has nothing for him to covet.Even if this village is so rich, this old boy would not dare to stretch his hand in it. Among other things, those old shrews at the west end of the house are not capable of tossing around with outsiders, but if someone cheats their family with a little old sesame seed Rotten millet, that can be rolled around, drank medicine and hanged himself. Just the old man's body and bones, those old women can eat him clean in three or two bites.

When the old village chief saw him mentioning the key, of course he didn't dare to neglect. When the third master Wang left, the door of his house was wide open. Soaking shit or throwing away something, then the third master will definitely make a big fuss when he comes back.So at that time, the old village head secretly figured out the holy will, and locked up the house of Old Mumu's house on his own initiative, and wrapped the bedding and mattress inside with plastic paper, so that green hair would grow. Inevitably, there was another wave of waves.

But in the past four years, the old man had almost forgotten about it. Suddenly, when the little bully came back and asked him, he really didn't react for a while, and almost urinated.

"I said..." Wang Jian scratched his head a little surprised when he saw the old village chief's pissed-off look: "I'm just fucking like that? As for seeing me like a plague god?"

As for!Why not!How are you like a plague god?You are the God of Plague, you don't know, the past four years you have been away are like spring breeze and green river south bank.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say anything." Mr. Wang was not pretentious. He took out a nice-looking radio and three stacks of red notes from his broken bag, threw them on the village chief's desk, and then turned his head and walked away. Walking outside, when he came to the door, he suddenly turned his head and smiled: "The radio is for you, the 3 yuan is for Ah Ying to go to college, if I know that your son swallowed the money, I won't let Ah Ying Going to school, I'll fucking keep him sitting up for the rest of his life."

As soon as the old man heard it, sweat came out on his forehead.Aying is her granddaughter, who is six or seven years younger than Wang Jian. Since she was a child, the third elder brother followed Wang Jian's buttocks to run wild. No one can control her except Wang Jian.On the day Wang Jian left, Aying, who was twelve or thirteen years old, threw pots and bowls and insisted on walking with her third brother. Later, Wang Jian took a bamboo stick to whip her buttocks before she calmed down.Ah Ying graduated from high school this summer. She originally planned to send her out to find a job after finishing high school, earn some money to subsidize the family, and then find a good family for her if there is a suitable one.

But now, the third master came back from the cold and said such a sentence, which shattered the dream that the village chief had planned for a long time.After all, Ah Ying is very handsome, and there is a big hotel in the town that has agreed that Ah Ying will be the lobby manager at that time. The monthly salary can be [-], which is not considered commission. In this poor place, [-] a month Yuena is a good job that can't be found even with a lantern.

"What are you doing with that face? You've been uneducated all your life, so you have to bring trouble to Aying?" Third Master Wang was unhappy when he saw the village chief's face, and pointed at the village chief's nose and cursed: " Let me tell you, I'm just such a younger sister, you decide what to do."

After finishing the harsh words, Mr. Wang took the key in the village head's hand, and threw him a pack of Furong Wang: "I'm doing it for her own good. I'll leave after I get the things. Don't leave them behind." I have eaten."

As he said that, Third Master Wang ignored the village head who seemed to have something to say, opened the door and walked towards his house, shouting "Third Brother, Third Brother" all the way.And the village chief stared at the 3 yuan on the table, and for the first time felt that the renminbi was so eye-catching and ugly, it was like the ghost notes that were burned to the dead.

Is Wang Jian rich?No.

The 3 yuan was used to deliver newspapers, deliver milk, hand out flyers, carry pure water, collect junk, repair bicycles, sell mutton skewers, roast sweet potatoes, popcorn, and help people with furniture in the four years of Wang Jian University. I earned little by little from doing part-time jobs in the factory. Although I went to a normal school that doesn’t cost money, it was only free of tuition fees, but miscellaneous fees, books, and accommodation fees were also quite a lot of expenses. Besides, Wang Jian has to eat too.

But he knows that 3 yuan is almost the money for a simple meal for the rich and famous in the city, but for his impoverished county, 300 yuan is not enough for a family of three to earn for five years Huge sum of money, not to mention that the village head is also a cadre, the family will have more money, that is for those villages that have received good policies, this place... When the village head arrives, he will still go to the field to plant rice seedlings, except for an extra [-] yuan a month In addition to the yuan subsidy, there is really nothing to fish for.So he was really afraid that the old thing would send Ah Ying to work and marry early, and that little girl would be really ruined.

Soon, Wang Jian, who was thinking wildly, came to the outside of the house he had lived in for as long as he could remember. The door was locked tightly. Mottled.The red bricks and green tiles are still the same red bricks and green tiles, but time is really a sharp thing. It has only been four years, and the house is already looking dilapidated.

Standing outside the house, Wang Jian took a deep breath. In a trance, he seemed to see Lao Mu sitting on the rocking chair by the door frame, eating watermelon with a smile, and telling himself the strange stories in the mountains.

"Old man, I'm back."

Wang Jian yelled at the place where Old Wood used to sit, just like when he came home on Sunday in high school, although no one would answer him anymore, and no one would serve him a cold bowl of mung bean soup anymore. But he felt a lot more at ease in his heart.

Gritting his back molars hard, resisting the tears rolling in his eyes, he frowned tightly, and then opened the lock on the door with the key in his hand.

"crunch..."

The old door hinges made a particularly harsh friction sound, and the light from outside shone into the room.Wang Jian looked up at the portrait at the gate and smiled, walked into the house, and touched the dusty bamboo rocking chair.

He didn't say much, just went straight to the kitchen, took out the cheap purple clay pot from the cupboard, and scooped water from the press well in the backyard to wash it inside and out, and then started to light the stove to boil water.These movements are very skillful and done in one go. While boiling the water, he also cleaned the front hall a little, took out energy-saving light bulbs from his bag and replaced them, and lit three cigarettes on the old wood.

"I haven't had tea at home for a long time." Wang Jian sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, put his chin on the table and looked at the old wood: "Old man, you said you wanted to hug your grandson, but you left before the grandson came out, you too It's dishonest."

He just babbled on like chatting with someone, complaining and smirking at times, and after talking for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "By the way, I have always wanted to ask you something. Tell me, you let me winter." I have suffered a lot from practicing three-volt summer and three-nine, but you don’t let me use it. Why should I practice it? To put it bluntly, you have been useless all your life, what have you gained in the end? I just can’t figure it out Well, I asked you, what is the word for my Wang Jian's Jian. You told me, this Jian, even if it is buried in the soil, it has to be erected. But I have too many fucking things that are not pleasing to the eye. How can you let me bear it!"

The last few words Wang Jian said were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, every word was stuttered, sonorous and forceful.

"You told me since I was a child that a man is a bridge when he lies down, and a mountain when he stands up. But you don't let me be this bridge, you don't let me be this mountain, I'm a coward!"

As he spoke, his hair and eyebrows stood up, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he looked solemn and solemn: "Old man, I came today to tell you. I, no longer be a coward, I will die in the sky, In the worst case, I will go down to accompany you, I, Wang Jian, have a low life."

As soon as his poor life was taken out, the old wooden tablet with all the portraits crashed and fell to the ground inexplicably, and the glass on the photo frame shattered to the ground.

Wang Jian was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent for a moment, and then smiled to himself: "Old man, what's the matter with you? Whenever I don't follow your wishes, you play with me? You are not young, don't be so Childish, follow me once?"

He knelt down helplessly to clean up the broken glass all over the floor, then carefully wiped off the dust on the photo, and then bent down to pick up the tablet that fell on the ground.

But as soon as he touched the tablet, he immediately felt something was wrong!Why?Old Wood's carpentry skills were passed down from Lu Ban's lineage, and it's amazing to say it.As for the third master Wang Jian, he liked to learn from the old carpenter since he was a child. Although he had never learned formally, the third master Wang, who was smart since he was a child, had almost learned the crafts of the old carpenter when he was fourteen or fifteen years old. He has made a lot of troubles, except that he can't make his little wooden horse that can move by itself.

So he could tell right away that there was a trap inside the tablet.No one else has this ability, only Lao Mu has it.It is estimated that Old Mumu knew that he was going to die before he died, so he specially gave himself a good pear flower wood as a tablet.And the inside of this tablet is hollow, if it is not an old carpenter who has been touching wood for decades, no one can feel that there is moisture in the weight of this tablet.

And even if they knew, no one would care whether a tablet was heavier or lighter.But except for Wang Jian, because he knows Lao Mu, the old man is just like his name, very straight and upright, no matter what he is doing, as long as he does it, he will not fool him, these few taels of difference are enough to make Lao Mu angry I couldn't eat for two days.And he doesn't fool others, let alone himself, so since the weight of the tablet is not right, there must be something wrong with it.

The mechanism of the old wood is very ingenious, the gaps fit the wood grain, and it will hardly loosen or make any noise after putting it back in. There is no special technique, and it cannot be disassembled except for violent cracking.Moreover, the tablet was painted, so it couldn't be seen from the outside that it was any different from a whole piece of wood.

Wang Jianxin said, "Old man, old man, how old are you, and you still play with me like this, what if I really didn't see it?" '

The old wooden tablet was easily torn apart, and a letter and a booklet fell out from inside.Wang Jian lowered his head and picked up the two items from the ground, then restored the tablet and put it back on the table. By the light above his head, he saw six large characters written in block letters on the envelope:

"My son Wang Jian kisses"