.At this time, Peng Wen's father walked out with chopsticks in his mouth. When he saw Zhang Hong coming to his face, he looked enthusiastic and smiled, and said, "Teacher Zhang is here, hurry up and invite him in the house. By the way, did Teacher Zhang eat? Why don't you eat some together?"

"No need, I'll come to Peng Wen and have something to say." Zhang Hong said with a smile.

Peng Wen's father couldn't help but ask: "Did my child do something wrong?"

Before Zhang Hong could speak, he saw Zhang Zhipeng pointing at Peng Wen and crying and saying, "Peng Wen beat me up."

"What?" Peng Wen's father's face changed, he glared at Peng Wen and said, "What's going on? Why did you beat Teacher Zhang's child?"

"Ero..." Peng Wen didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Little bastard, I think you want to loosen your skin." Peng Wen's father directly grabbed Peng Wen's clothes on his back and raised his feet to his butt and said, "Little naughty kid, I've learned to fight if I haven't learned anything. I think you really deserve a beating." He said two more feet.

"No, no, don't beat the child." Zhang Hong hurriedly pulled away and said, "It's not Peng Wen's fault. It's my child wrong. I brought him to admit his mistake to Peng Wen."

"Eh..." Peng Wen's father stood there in a daze, thinking to himself: "Did you call the wrong one?" He immediately asked: "Teacher Zhang, what's going on?"

Zhang Hong sighed, then told the cause and process of the matter. Finally, he apologized to Peng Wen, and even brought his son to apologize to Peng Wen. Finally, he forced Zhang Zhipeng to say sorry to Peng Wen.

(At this point, I have to say that the teacher is smart and wise. He obviously has to take the blame for his own child after being beaten. Good thing! Everyone applauds the teacher!)

Peng Wen's father originally planned to keep Zhang Hong for a simple meal, but after all, it would take several miles to come, and now it's time to eat, but Zhang Hong politely refused.

After Zhang Hong left, the whole family gathered in front of the table. Peng Wen's father asked in a deep voice: "Did you really write that homework?"

Peng Wen nodded while eating.

"Boy, okay! It's better than your father's writing. Tell me, what's going on? I've never seen you do your homework, why can you write so well?" Peng Wen's father rarely showed a smile on his face.

When Peng Wen saw the smile on his father's face, he was not only stunned, but his academic performance was always poor, and his father even regretted that he was not strong enough. In more than 20 years of his previous life, his father had never smiled at him, even if he had earned millions, because the money was not clean.

Peng Wen has always wanted to see the smile on his father's face, but he didn't get it. Unexpectedly, he saw the smile he had always wanted because of his good handwriting.

Nothing can be happier when you see your father's gratitude for you. This kind of happiness cannot be replaced by money, and no material cannot be replaced by anything.

Peng Wen smiled and said, "Just write more." As he said that, he drank the cornmeal porridge in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and said, "I'm going to do my homework." Then he got up and walked into the west room with his schoolbag.

Peng Wen’s two houses are both average in size, and his room is on the west side. To put it bluntly, it is a storage room for storing some farm tools, freeing up a place to put a bed and a table that is about to be scrapped.

Peng Wen took out his homework and slowly finished it in five minutes. In fact, there is no need to write the homework at all, but he also has to behave like it. Not to mention the fourth grade, even the knowledge of high school Peng Wen can memorize it. Peng Wen is best at English, and he already has the English level of CET-4.

Peng Wen had a monthly exam when he was in junior high school, and once a month. Peng Wen got two points in the first English exam. He dropped out of school and still couldn't remember the 26 English mothers. Until he became a chicken head, there were more foreigners in four-star hotels, and English was necessary to learn, so Peng Wen put in his effort and always got the CET-4 professional English certificate.

After finishing his homework, Peng Wen took out the painting book and continued to draw Inuyasha. Before he knew it, it was already dark. Peng Wen's father walked up to Peng Wen at some point. He saw that Peng Wen was engaged and did not disturb him, but just watched quietly from the side.

"What is this you are drawing?" Peng Wen's father looked at it for a while and found that he didn't understand anything, so he couldn't help asking.

Peng Wen scratched his head and didn't know how to explain it, saying, "I want to draw a story."

Peng Wen's father nodded and said meaningfully: "Drawing is OK. Look at your sister-in-law, you have walked out of the mountains. I see you have the talent to draw. When your sister-in-law comes back, she will ask him to teach you some drawing skills."

Peng Wen nodded and said nothing.

Peng Wen's father took out two cents in his pocket and put them on the table, saying, "After finishing homework, go to bed early, don't take pancakes tomorrow. Buy two sesame cakes at noon!" He said, leaving the west room.

Looking at the two cents on the table, Peng Wen couldn't help but smile. In the past, when his family bought 2 cents for sesame cakes, it was simply the New Year. Whenever he could eat sage cakes, he would always be so happy.

Peng Wen put the money in his pocket and did not lie on the bed until 9:30 pm under his parents' blow.

The next morning, several people set out on the way to King Kang.

It was originally a five-mile road to school, and this was the distance between the villages. If you set off at home, it was at least seven miles away from the school, and it was only a lot.

But the situation is different now. In order to avoid Huang Yousheng, he still has to take a detour of about two miles. The total number is nine miles. It is eighteen miles back and forth. The 18 miles said that there is not much more, and it is not much less. Fortunately, it is a farmer's child, and the city people can't hold on at all.

Considering that he had to continue to detour, Peng Wen decided to take the main road. Even if he met Huang Yousheng at worst, he would have to spend a few dollars with him, and at most he would be beaten up. Although he suffered a little, he would not let his friends run four more miles with him.

"Let's go on the main road!" Peng Wen said at the fork between the main road and the small road.

Jin Wei said whisperingly: "Do you want to be beaten? Huang Yousheng must be blocking us."

Peng Wen sighed and said, "If you get beaten, you will get beaten. At least it is better than our detours every day. It's okay, let's go! Besides, it's still early, Huang Yousheng may not have to get up early to block us." Peng Wen took the lead in front.

Peng Wen was very sarcastic, and the few people followed without saying anything.

Huang Yousheng's home is located west of Xikang, more than one mile away from Xikang, which is considered to be outdoors. The reason here is very simple, raising chickens.

When Peng Wen came here, he saw that Huang Yousheng’s door was closed and he seemed to be still sleeping.

"Go away quickly, don't be discovered." Everyone was as nervous as a mouse passing by a cat, wishing that a pair of wings would fly away from here.

Peng Wen took out five dollars in his pocket and took advantage of the fact that they were not put under Huang Yousheng's gate, and then followed the army.

In 1996, a small sapling was worth a few cents, but the tree that was broken by itself was worth nothing. Poplar trees were not saplings, and no one bought them if they were sold. What can a small tree with a wrist do?

A pick head handle is used to inlay a pick head?

No, the woody poplar trees are not good, and they are not as strong as locust trees. If it is of any use, it is only a little bit, ignite the fire and cook.

Although poplar trees are not valuable, they have caused losses to others. You have to compensate them anyway. You should know that the price of a poplar tree will be around 100 yuan in ten years. Although five yuan is small, it is your own wish.

It was already half past six in the middle of the school, and students from several surrounding villages had already arrived at the school.

Peng Wen put his schoolbag in the classroom and then went to the convenience store outside the school by himself.

"Give me a box of brushes." Peng Wen said to the convenience store.

The one who sells things is called Liudai, whose real name is Xu Liudai, who is in his forties.

Xu Liudai took a box of brushes and handed them to Peng Wen, saying, "Two cents."

After Peng Wen gave the money, he hid his brush in his clothes and came to school. He asked why he wanted to hide it. It was actually very simple. Things like brushes are good things in rural primary schools. They must not attract the attention of others, otherwise they will be out of protection.

As soon as I arrived at school, I heard a series of discussions ringing behind my back.

"Have you heard that, yesterday Peng Wen from Shishangou beat Zhang Hong's son, and Peng Wen beat several senior students away alone."

"Hmph, it's time to beat him up. I've long disliked Zhang Zhipeng. He bullied everyone in school because his father was bullying him."

"Really? Peng Wen seems to be in the fourth grade! How could he beat the seniors?"

Hearing these, Peng Wen shook his head and smiled and ignored them, then strode into the classroom.

"Yeah, the hero is here." Huang Hao's face and his eyes are almost fascinated.

Peng Wen got to the position and said with a smile: "What kind of hero is a bear at best."

"Brother, what's going on? As soon as I entered the school, I heard people discussing you. Is what they said true?" Huang Hao's curious words were filled with a hint of care.

Peng Wen nodded as a default.

"Damn!" Huang Hao was furious: "Mom, Zhang Zhipeng fell in. Yesterday I warned him not to let him touch you, but I didn't expect him to keep my words in my heart. When he comes, I will beat him up. He doesn't have a big brother who is in the second grade of junior high school. What awesome? Both of my brothers are in the third grade of junior high school." Huang Hao is the third brother in the family, and his brothers are in the third grade of junior high school in the town, and they are doing well in the school.

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar figure walked into the classroom. The man was nothing but Zhang Zhipeng. Zhang Zhipeng looked depressed, his face was listless, and his eyes were obviously red and swollen, and he seemed to have cried before.

"Zhang Zhipeng, stop me, damn." Huang Hao shouted angrily and walked forward and asked, "Did you hear what I said to you yesterday? Why did you take someone to beat him if I don't let you ask Peng Wen for trouble?"

Zhang Zhipeng raised his head and asked dissatisfiedly: "I heard, what do you want? Damn it, just seeing your family is rich, what's the big deal? Why do you order me? Why do I listen to you? I really think I am a gentang! Come on! If you have the ability, you can beat me." Zhang Zhipeng suffered aggrieved and had no way to vent. Now he was fine, and he suppressed all his anger for a whole night and vented it.

In fact, Zhang Zhipeng is not afraid of Huang Hao at all. Huang Hao cannot beat himself in school. Once he beats himself, he will be tutored. After school, he will not have the chance to beat him. Huang Hao's family is in Xikang, his family is in Dongkang, and he will go home with his father after school. Huang Hao has no chance at all.

At this moment, a figure hurriedly walked into the teacher, and a loud shout suddenly sounded like thunder: "He has no ability to hit you, your father, I have it." He said that, and slapped Zhang Zhipeng in the face.

Just as he heard the sound of "pa!", a clearly visible palm print appeared on Zhang Zhipeng's face.
Chapter completed!