The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Yan Bugui watched for a long time, and finally was willing to take his eyes off the hat and put it on Li Donglai's face.

"You mean, with this hat..."

Li Donglai nodded, "Yes, we don't charge tuition fees, and we don't sell hats."

"Understood! This is a good idea." As a teacher, Yan Bugui knew the power of children's crying on parents.

Although life is difficult these days, parents are willing to spend money to make their children happy.

"Don't worry, don't worry, for our tutor class, I have made it!"

Yan Bugui said convincingly that Li Donglai had already arranged things to such an extent that it would be a shame if he still couldn't complete the task.

. . .

Under the big locust tree, most of the primary school students have finished their homework.

They all had their backs straight, sitting on stools, waiting for Teacher Ran to examine them.

At this time, Teacher Yan came over, and he was still holding a top. . .hat!

Oh my gosh, that's a little army hat!

The pupils rubbed their eyes one after another, and their breaths became rapid.

They had seen them in picture books, the little heroes who beat devils wearing such hats.

The five-pointed star on the little army hat, under the setting sun, radiated a bright red light, reflected in the black eyes of the elementary school students.

Can't pull it out anymore!

If I had such a hat, wouldn't I be a little hero?

The fat man in class [-], he dares to bully me?

Xiaohua from Class [-], are you willing to play with me!

"Student Wang Shitou, you see that you have made a mistake in this question. The teacher is here to teach you..."

Ran Qiuye raised his head and found that the primary school student who was listening intently in the seat had disappeared.

She looked around and saw the elementary school students surrounded by Yan Bugui.

What the hell is this teacher Yan doing?

Yan Bugui was also a well-known shrewd person in Hongxing Rolling Mill Primary School.

He would make the children do a lot of homework, and then take the opportunity to collect the homework books and sell them as waste paper.

With such thoughts in mind, Ran Qiuye squeezed into the crowd, and she was speechless just by looking at it.

This. . .This little hat is too pretty.

I have to admit that Chen Xueru's sewing skills are still very good.

She made a few folds on the top of the little hat to make it look more refined.

Ran Qiuye felt that if her head were a little smaller, she would definitely buy one.

Just, is this hat for sale?

The elementary school students also realized this problem, and they raised their heads and stared at Yan Bugui with wide eyes.

"Mr. Yan, where did you buy this little military hat?"

"Yeah, tell us, we'll buy it too."

Yan Bugui saw that the children's eyes were full of expectations, and he knew that this matter had become more than half of it.

He didn't answer the child's question, but turned his hat in a circle so that every elementary school student could clearly read the following words, '[Little Saplings Thrive Class]'

The primary school students immediately realized that this kind of hat was specially customized for the tutoring class.

So since it is customized, it means that it is to be distributed to students, so everyone has the opportunity.

The pupils were like little sparrows, twittering immediately.

"Teacher, I got a [-] in the exam yesterday, this hat should be given to me."

"I'm the monitor of class five, and this hat should be given to me."

"Don't rob me, my dad is the principal!"

"Che, what's so great about the principal, I can eat three wotou in one meal, and my old man said, I must be a strong man in the future."

. . .

Yan Bugui was moved by the enthusiasm of the children.

He waved his hand, "Everyone, be quiet!"

Then sharp eyes swept across the faces of the children one by one, "This is the [Little Sapling Growth Class], not the school, nor your own home."

"We have our own set of assessment methods for which classmates to send hats to."

. . .

Chapter 42 The Little Heroes and Two Dogs

"What can be done?"

"Teacher, speak up!"

"Teacher, I'll give you the agate beads that my grandmother gave you."

"I don't have agate beads, can I cloth tiger?"

. . .

The children also fought hard for the little army cap. They raised their hands and cheered.

In the urging of the children, Yan Bugui said slowly, "This little military cap will be given to those good children who love their teachers."

Feel sorry for the teacher? ?

The children all tilted their heads, and their cute little faces were full of big question marks in bold.

What is distressed teacher?

Do you want to bring tea and water to the teacher?

At this time, the adults also gathered around.

When they saw the little military cap, and then heard the rules made by Yan Bugui, their hearts froze for a while.

This is the rhythm of collecting money for tea.

If you want to collect money, you just say collect the money, what to do with such a big bender!

Yan Bugui, this old thing, is really cunning.

"Stone, let's go home, this hat doesn't look good, and tomorrow, Dad will paste one for you with newspaper."

After understanding it, some parents immediately took their children back to the house.

Just kidding, 2 yuan can sell 10 pounds of refined white noodles.

It's not worth changing a hat!

Children who have dreamed of becoming little heroes are naturally reluctant.

They all landed on the ground, letting the adults drag their arms and say nothing to go back.

"I don't, I don't, I just want a little army hat, I just want to be a little hero."

"Can't you go back?"

"No return!"

"PIA!"

"Can't you go back?"

"No return!"

"PIA, PIA,"

. . .

In this day and age, most parents are grumpy and beating children is a common occurrence.

When they saw that the child was really disobedient, they picked up and slapped their butt twice.

Then he carried it on his body like a piglet and left the courtyard.

Parents are grumpy and children are stubborn.

They were still kicking their feet on the shoulders of adults, shouting at their throats, "I want a little military cap, and I want to be a little hero. When you are old, I will not serve you food!"

"PIA, PIA, PIA!"

. . .

For a time, the courtyard became a large-scale domestic violence scene.

The angry voice of the adults and the cries of the children were intertwined, and the sparrows on the big locust tree were so frightened that they dared not go home.

There are parents who care about money, and there are parents who care about their children.

Liu Dazhuang is the five good father in the courtyard.

He himself works in the slaughterhouse subordinate to the food station, and his daily work is white knives in and red knives out.

Of course, in the process, you need to get some oil and water on your hands.

The food station only buys fat and lean meat.

Those large intestines, small intestines, pig lungs and other bits and pieces are all handled by the slaughterhouse.

A butcher is a skilled trade in a slaughterhouse, on a par with an eighth-level fitter in a rolling mill.

Of course, you have to take some along as well.

Those scraps eat a small part of their own, and the rest can be secretly taken to the pigeon market and exchanged for money.

With the support of pig intestines, Liu Dazhuang's family lived very comfortably.