At that time, the children's childhood life was still very sunny and happy. There was no tutoring class, no homework that could be done, and they were rarely scolded after the exam. Anyway, everyone's job was to be a farmer, and it didn't matter how much they read. But if they failed the exam, they would always feel a little sad about their face. If they didn't do it well, it would have been a long time since they were chatting with their neighbors.

Zhang Yaohua doesn't care much about this. He doesn't have much interest in learning. Sitting in the classroom is also boring.

"The sky is so blue, but I want to sit under the black eaves, looking at the dark blackboard and the boring black and white words." Zhang Yaohua thought so in her heart.

Zhang Jiaohua's mind is now full of dreams, as a Meishan navy, and the thrilling things that are experiencing the devil and protecting the Taoist road are much more fun than sitting in the classroom to attend class. She was sleepy, but after sitting in the classroom for a while, she fell asleep on the table.

Gong Ziyuan has become accustomed to having such a sleeping student. Sometimes he turns a blind eye. Anyway, rural parents don’t have much high expectations for grades. This student is a bit special and is usually aloof. No one in the class is willing to play with him except for the mute accident. Now he sits on a stool with the mute. Moreover, he never affects others except sleeping in the classroom. At the beginning, Gong Ziyuan often wakes up Zhang Yaohua, but after criticizing and educating many times, Zhang Yaohua still does his own way, and Gong Ziyuan gives up.

"Education is not omnipotent." Gong Ziyuan comforted himself.

Zhang Jiaohua is not completely uninterested in class. He is still very interested in talisman drawing class. It is an art class. Music class is also good. Of course, the most fun thing is physical education class. However, what Zhang Jiaohua does during class is usually a bit different from the content of the class. When taking art class, the teacher asks him to draw. He always draws talismans, music class, others sing, he chants, physical education class, others are doing the seventh set of radio gymnastics, and he is walking on the gang steps.

At first, no one could see the secret, but Ma Sibao was very concerned about Zhang Yaohua, especially after the snake-beating incident, he would stare at Zhang Yaohua from time to time.

"Teacher, Zhang Yaohua is not painting, he is painting ghosts and talismans!" Ma Sibao stood up and said to Teacher Gong Ziyuan, who is also an art teacher.

Gong Ziyuan didn't want to care about what students painted, but he just spent time anyway. Meiziao only had a few teachers, each of whom held multiple positions. He was not from a major in art, and when he was in school, he also drew four different characters. However, students who had good things made it clear. As a class teacher, Chinese teacher, art teacher and physical education teacher, he could not ignore it.

Gong Ziyuan walked to Zhang Yaohua, and the latter didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all. He was still drawing a very strange pattern very seriously. Gong Ziyuan was born in the countryside and naturally understood a little bit of traditional culture. It was not a painting, but a talisman.

"What are you drawing?" Gong Ziyuan asked.

"An Zhai Fu." Zhang Yaohua did not hide it. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Other classmates were also drawing messy things, so why couldn't he prepare the An Zhai Fu for the family while taking advantage of this time? Although the weasel seemed to have not come to the village for a long time to harm poultry since that day. However, Zhang Yaohua decided to draw the An Zhai Fu clothes and put them at home.

"Is this true Anzhai Talisman?" Gong Ziyuan was very surprised. Although he couldn't understand the Talisman, Zhang Jiaohua's paintings were indeed decent. Even if Zhang Jiaohua deceived people, isn't this level of fraud a little too high?

"Of course it's true. This paper is made of authentic talisman paper, and it can only be bought in Gezhuping Town. This ink is made of cinnabar." Zhang Qiaohua said one by one the materials he used.

In fact, he had noticed that Zhang Yaohua had already been there. Others were pencils in art classes, and he was holding a brush in class. Unexpectedly, the pen he used turned out to be an authentic wolf hair pen.

Zhang Yaohua knew that this was not a good talisman pen. A good talisman pen had to be made of spiritual beast hair. However, this brush was made of extremely ordinary wolf hair. The old Taoist priest's talisman pen was much better than this.

"Forget it, keep drawing. Or you can draw a talisman for me," Gong Ziyuan said casually. In fact, he was also moved. Recently, he lived in the teacher's dormitory of Meiziao Primary School and heard the door ringing every night. Although the wind was strong in the mountains, the door here was just a single-layer wooden door, which was normal to be blown by the wind. But recently he often woke up suddenly until the middle of the night, but found that he seemed to be suppressed by something, and he couldn't get up when he remembered it.

Gong Ziyuan reads a medical explanation about "ghost pressing the bed" in a magazine when studying in Zijiang Normal University. In medicine, this condition is called sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis is caused by unknown reasons during the rapid eye movement period, and the consciousness is awake, but the muscles of the limbs are still in a low tension state, which leads to the situation of not following the command of consciousness. It is often due to abnormal conditions in the body that the brain cannot explain, and the fantasy of fear leads to hallucinations.

But Gong Ziyuan felt that the real situation might not be like this. Every time I could clearly feel the feeling of being suppressed. It was a feeling of powerless struggle when death came. I was so scared. Recently, because this situation happened frequently, Gong Ziyuan's sleep quality was very poor. It could be seen that his eye sockets were obviously dark.

Zhang Yaohua looked up at Teacher Gong, thought for a while and said, "I have to say that buying these materials is very expensive."

Zhang Qiaohua only has enough materials to draw a few copies of Anzhai Fu. Zhang Qiaohua has allocated these Anzhai Fuhua. If she gives it to Teacher Gong, there will be no enough distribution. It will probably be more difficult to ask his father Zhang Youping to buy a few more copies.

"The teacher won't want you in vain." Gong Ziyuan was stunned and soon showed a smile. He didn't expect Zhang Yaohua would ask him directly for money.

"Then I'll ask my father to go to the town to buy some materials. I'll give you the Anzhai Talisman I drew today." Zhang Yaohua folded the Anzhai Talisman a few times and handed it to Gong Ziyuan, "Just put it under the pillow."

Gong Ziyuan took out five dollars, "Is five dollars enough?"

"Enough." Zhang Jiaohua didn't know how much it was enough, but in his eyes, the five dollars was already a huge sum. Zhang Jiaohua put the five dollars in his schoolbag.

Gong Ziyuan felt a little regretful when he held the Anzhai Talisman. It was not that he thought the Talisman was too expensive, but that he was worried that he would be fooled by his students. This is a first-grade student. Why did he believe it all at once and pay for the Talisman? If someone knew about it, he would laugh out loud.

Zhang Jiaohua was so happy that she could make money. A single talisman could sell for five yuan. If she sold hundreds or thousands of talismans, wouldn’t it be a household that would be ten thousand yuan?
Chapter completed!