With a "creak" sound, a wooden door was gently pushed open.

"Madam, slow down. You can wait for me here first, and I'll pull the car over."

"Well, I have Husband."

"Oh! Brother Ai Fei, I'll send my sister-in-law to school again."

"Haha, Brother Xiang, you got up so early too."

"It's getting late, it's getting late, so I have to go to the schoolyard quickly. I'll be fucked internally yesterday, and my gun team lost to Brother Ai Fei's gun team again. Our team reached a consensus last night. From today on, we will get up half an hour early to practice more! Alas, sister-in-law, I'm not dissatisfied with Brother Ai Fei. The mountain leader said that if there is no good opponent, we will inevitably be lonely and cold..."

"Hahahahaha, you kid. You can be my lifelong opponent with just you? Yesterday's fate was just a lucky one and only got second? Tell me yourself, starting from the quarterly matchmaking system of the Shanzhu last year, has your team entered the top four except yesterday?"

"Hmph! Brother Ai Fei, wait. You have been the champion for more than a year, and I, Li Xiang, will sooner or later take it!"

"Hmph! I'm waiting for you, Li Erdan!"

"Bastard, my name is Li Xiang, and my name is Zhanfei! This is the name given to the mountain forever!"

"So what? You are not Li Erdan, who always pulled the back of our dormitory in physical training back then. Hahahahaha~~~"

This is the morning of the fifth day of the eighth lunar month in the sixth year of Jingyao, Jiangyang County, Shu Han, Zigong Pavilion.

At this time, it had been 20 months since Guan Yi began to form the salt gun array.

During these twenty months, students from Fuxing Academy, in line with Guan Yi's will, organized and trained more than 10,000 salt workers in Zigong Pavilion. Ai Fei, the big boy from Wuxi barbarians back then, was the first person to be the instructor of the Zigong Pavilion's gun formation.

Ai Fei's wife is his classmate in Fuxing Academy and the daughter of a local Han native in Fuling County. She is named Xu Wan'er. Ai Fei works as an instructor in Zigongting, and Xu Wan'er also comes to Zigongting and becomes a female teacher at Yanye Primary School.

In such an era when knowledge dissemination is extremely difficult, the lower class people's desire for education is extremely enthusiastic. Therefore, Yanye Primary School does not have the concept of winter and summer vacation. In the eyes of salt workers, it is really outrageous to give these naughty children a year. Having a study is a blessing that has accumulated for several lifetimes. How can you still have such a long vacation?

Therefore, Guan Yi had to follow the rules and regulations, and stipulated that the school system of Yanye Primary School was to take one day off every six days of classes. That's why Xu Wan'er was pregnant at this time, she still had to go to school to teach.

Carefully supported his wife into the carriage. Ai Fei did not get on the horse, but led the reins of the slow horse and walked slowly forward: "How many classes are there today?"

"Well, there are two classes of mathematics in the second grade in the morning, and two classes of Chinese in the first grade in the afternoon."

"There are only seven classes a day, and you actually have to attend four classes? Your principal is too dark, right?"

"Hehe, there's no way. The teachers in the school are all girls from our Fuxing School. At this age, they have to marry and have children. Do you still remember that Ma Hong?"

"Remember, it was the one who publicly expressed his love to the mountain captain and wanted to warm the bed for the mountain captain?"

"Yes. They just gave birth last month. According to the rule of the mountain manager treating pregnant women well, mothers can rest for six months after giving birth. So, the school will be short of teachers."

"Haha, you girls back then looked at the mountain captain with bright eyes. They didn't pay attention to us boys at all. As a result, they all married us? They didn't necessarily want to marry for the mountain captain for the life of their lives."

"Hmph! That's because the mountain chief himself is dedicated to his master's wife. If the mountain chief is willing to take a concubine, how can you do it?"

After the couple laughed for a while, Xu Wan'er asked: "It is said that since April this year, the mountain chief has shouted slogans of preparation for war. So, will the pseudo-Wei be fighting this year?"

Ai Fei nodded silently: "The mountain leader has made every decision. It should be this year."

After hearing Ai Fei's words, Xu Wan'er couldn't help but lower her head and touched her stomach.

Ai Fei didn't know what his wife was thinking. He smiled generously: "We are waiting to receive the kindness of the mountain leader. This is the time for us to serve the mountain leader. Don't worry, the pseudo-Western soldiers who can kill me have not been born yet!"

"Haha, this is true. After all, when I was in Fairy Mountain, Wunanjun's instructors said that the bodies of our group of people were unprecedented talents!"

Just as Ai Fei and his wife were moving towards Yanye Primary School, on the other side, a neat, uniform, but tightly arranged house area, smoke began to emerge from the chimneys of each house - the salt workers also began to get up and cook with fire.

A door was pushed open hard, and a man with dark skin and muscles pulled a boy's ear out in anger.

The strength he used was indeed too great. The boy couldn't bear to eat and felt pain, and he couldn't help but start to cry loudly.

"Oh, Motegi. Why do you beat the child so early in the morning?"

"Hey, Mrs. Zhang. This child came back last night and said that the teacher wanted to invite parents! Humph! Although I, Motegi, was a real man, I have been here for several years since I was a man. I know that only if I perform poorly in school will I invite parents! Mrs. Zhang, you said, it is rare that the grace of the prefect is high, so that we, the children of the untouchables have books to read. But this kid doesn't know who to cherish... who if he doesn't hit him?!"

"Hehe, Motegi, this is not necessarily true. Inviting parents may not behave well. Just our grandson, I also came back last month to invite parents. My Dazhuang beat the child hard that night. As a result, when I went there the next day, I realized that I was going to give the child a little red flower - what did the teacher say? Oh, it means that the child's first honor in his life must be present."

"...Huh? Is that true?" Motegi's expression turned into ecstasy instantly, but when I just took my son so hard, it seemed that it was not easy to apologize to my son directly, so I could only say to his son fiercely: "Let you go now. When you get to school, you will see what's going on."

After training his son, Moteji turned around and said, "Sister Zhang, is Brother Dazhuang better?"

"Haha, nothing happened. I was stabbed by the wooden spear head when I was fucked yesterday, and I was not happy for a while. I was completely fine after a night of rest."

"Oh, that's good, that's good. Well, Brother Dazhuang is having sex today?"

"I want it. I'm brushing my teeth in the house now. I'll go out later."

"Oh, then I'll bother Brother Dazhuang to ask my instructor for a leave. Well, I'll try my best to arrive on time, and it won't last more than half an hour at the latest."

"Well, this is OK. But Motegi, remember to bring the school certificate back when he comes back, otherwise the instructor will not spare you."

"That's of course, thank you sister-in-law for your reminder."

The father and son left the salt worker's family area and soon arrived at the entrance of Yanye Primary School.

The summer sun rose early, and now it was already bright morning, and the students had come to the school one after another with their schoolbags on their backs.

Motegi walked to the door of the child's head teacher's office with shy face but expectant eyes.

"Oh, Motecong, you're here. Huh? Are you Motecong's father? Why are you standing at the door? Come in quickly."

"This, is this Mr. Xu? I'm a pariah, how can I enter Mr.'s room?"

"What kind of untouchables? Aren't we all salt workers? Why? Some Han salt workers call you untouchables?"

"That's not, that's not. Everyone is kind to our people who come from Zhenla. But I'm illiterate. What a sacred place in my office. People like me..."

"Okay OK, stop talking, come in quickly."

Hesitantly, Motegi entered the teacher's office as shyly as a young wife who had just entered her husband's house.

"Xi's surname is Xu, and he is Motekong's head teacher. I invite your parents to come today, mainly to talk about the problem that the child cannot complete his homework for five consecutive days."

What little red flower? What's the first personal honor that parents need to be present? Motegi just felt a thunderbolt in his mind. He was stunned.

After a while, after he realized it, he immediately turned around and slapped the child with his right hand!

The salt worker's hand was already amazing, not to mention that this was a salt worker who had practiced stabbing for more than a year. After being slapped by his father, Motk immediately flew backwards. Soon, a heart-wrenching cry sounded in the classroom.

"Oh, don't do it now, just say something."

"I think it's better to beat me first. Of course, the sir is a knowledgeable person, I listen to the sir."

Xu Wan'er persuaded Moteji to stop and was about to say something, but suddenly she heard a shrill alarm sounding over the school.

This is the first time that the tower alarm machine that has been set up since the establishment of Zigongting has sounded. Such an unexpected situation made Xu Wan'er and Moteji stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!