"Um...Master, hey, what I said about studying hard, being good at studying, and working hard is my ideal and the direction of my efforts." Chu Tianyang turned into a little sheep again like a Sichuan Opera face-changing, pointing at the big yellow teeth

Said: "Look at this, except for the exam, everything else is fine."

Dahuang Ya glanced sideways at Chu Tianyang: "Are you sure?"

Looking at Da Huangya's sinister look, Chu Tianyang didn't even pause for a second, directly waved his hand and said: "Let's take the exam."

Big Yellow Ya walked up to Little Fatty seriously: "Listen carefully, I will ask you a question about ancient Chinese literature." Little Fatty's face immediately burst into tears. You asked me about ancient Chinese literature, why did you ask me about Chinese history?

I can't even answer the math questions.

"Master, why don't you change the subject? I...I'm not very good at ancient literature questions."

"Stop talking nonsense and be serious. This is a serious examination. Listen carefully." Dahuangya clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle as if thinking, then a light flashed in his eyes: "You know that China has two books that have been handed down to this day.

The ancient literary masterpieces "Jin Ping Mei" and "Rou Fu Tuan"?"

Xiaopang and Chu Tianyang's eyes first flashed with confusion, and then their eyes lit up. Hey, Da Huangya, this idiot, actually tested Xiaopang on food.

"I know about "Jin Ping Mei". Because it's hot and humid and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, the plum-producing areas put the good plums in gold bottles and stored them. Over time, everyone called them "Jin Ping Mei". As for "Roufuton", it's very

It may be that the best pork tenderloin, blood neck meat and front pork are carefully chopped, added with various spices and then wrapped in fermented dough, steamed in a drawer and then shaped into a futon shape."

Chu Tianyang nodded repeatedly at the side. Xiaopang's research on food is really not limited. If you name a name, he can usually give you a perfect name. What's ridiculous is that Huang Laoxie also has the entire ancient Chinese literature in his vain attempt.

Confusing Xiaopang's thinking.

Your sister is ancient literature!

Dahuangya once again looked at Xiaopang with his mouth open, then nodded with a complex expression and walked towards the Second Artillery. Xiaopang and Chu Tianyang high-fived in celebration.

Dahuangya was a little shocked by Xiaopang, and looked at Erpao with a very unnatural expression: "Let's take the Chinese test this time - ancient Chinese is too difficult, I guess you can't answer it. You know that China treats little people like you

What's the child's name? Hehe

, called a young boy!" At this point, Huang Laoxie finally came out of the feeling of failure just now, and smiled up at the sky with a bared yellow tooth. The three children looked at each other. This old man was not only obscene but also not in a good state of mind.

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"So, all small things are called milk. For example, a small pigeon is called a squab, a piglet is called a suckling pig, and a child like you is called a suckling. You can use the word "milk" to make a few sentences."

Dahuang Ya looked at the way the little fat man drooled when he heard the pigeons and suckling pigs drooling. He couldn't help humming a ditty proudly. Damn, this time I'm going to focus on literature. Let's see what you two little brats will do.

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Erpao scratched his head and thought for a long time before carefully saying: "I...I figured it out, but I don't know if it's right."

"My family is very poor. We have a room of more than ten square meters, and there is a wide cleavage at the door. I really hope to leave this place and go outside with Brother Tianyang, but the master's questions are too difficult. I want to break

My head is spinning and I can't think of the fourth sentence... Master, do you think it's okay?"

Huang Laoxie walked down beside the fat cat with a black line.

Before Huang Laoxie spoke, the fat cat respectfully said to Huang Laoxie: "Master, I ..."

Huang Laoxie waved his hand: "Don't use him, it's useless, listen to the question! Do you know Hu Xuanshubao?"

Fat Cat thought for a while: "Is it the woman used in the woman under the butt?"

Huang Laoxie stared at the fat cat at his eyes, and then gave a fat cat with a slap and said, "You gangsters, you can learn these messy things when you don't study well at a young age.

The fat cat took a breath: "Thank you Master." He also said to Chu Tianyang: "God Yang, I can't go with you, because I promise that my father must study hard and be admitted to college.

Waiting for you to come back, rest assured. "

Huang Laoxie looked at the fat cat despise, and he was dead -hearted. If you didn't know that Hu Shubao gave Lao Tzu a step, Lao Tzu took you. At that time, which university you want to go to, isn't Lao Tzu's sentence?

Think about the anger of these children Huang Laoxie. What is he called? If you do n’t know, do you think he has been teased by these children.

Chu Tianyang took out a box of top Havana cigars from his pocket: "Master, smoke." Picking out a branch to Huang Laoxie, he was about to put the rest in his pocket, but Huang Lao was old.

He grabbed the evil one, and murmured in his mouth: "What smoke to smoke at a young age? Such a good smoke will smoke you, go to smoke such as Bahong Baoshan."
Chapter completed!