Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 This session is a math class. The math teacher's surname is Zhou and his name is Zhou Xiaowen, a person who always wears a green hat regardless of wind and rain on three hundred and sixty days.

　　 Zhou Xiaowen is one meter and six tall at best, so he got a nickname potato.

　　 A potato-like person wearing a green hat is very happy.

　　 Wanfeng's impression of Zhou Xiaowen is very general, probably because he has no interest in mathematics.

　　His mathematics was very ordinary in his last life. He liked to take Chinese classes. This is also the reason why he became an Internet writer after his 40s in the last life.

　　 This is a very strange phenomenon. A manual worker who has been working on the hardest front line all year round, when his legs become synovitis and can no longer engage in manual labor, he has transformed into an Internet writer.

　　 Although only a street writer.

　　 This kind of dog-blood bridge is that people who have their heads open into the solar system may not dare to make it up.

　　 But Wanfeng in his previous life did have such a wonderful experience.

Recalling here, a green light flashed in Wan Feng’s mind: now I write down the internet red books I have read in the previous life. When the Internet appears in more than 20 years, I will upload these things to the top. Is the top **** earning millions of dollars a year?

　　 When the time comes, everything from this great **** to that great **** will let them play the ball.

　　 He spent the entire math class thinking about this problem. As for what Zhou Tudou said, he didn't even listen to it.

　　 When the get out of class was about to end, he gave up this tempting idea. The main reason is that there is no computer now. How many books do you need to write silently for works with millions of words? How much space does it take for storage?

　　 It's probably going to bankrupt him just by buying the book.

　　 So, when computers are not popular, this can only be an idea to be buried first.

　　 Once I have a computer that can be stored, I don’t have to rush to take this idea out again.

　　 But he can silently write out those story outlines, settings, processes, etc. in his notebook, and then he can write them in just one step!

　　 In fact, this is just an idea. Maybe I was a billionaire at that time, so I would care about that little money.

　　 Just when he just threw this idea behind his head, Zhou Tudou asked him a word problem about going from point A to point B, and what is beyond the middle.

　　 As a result, he played normally and asked three questions.

　　 Zhou Xiaowen started to teach Wan Feng, the clichés about what the future will be like without reading.

　　 In the previous life, Wanfeng's academic performance was a middle-level student. It stands to reason that Wanfeng should study well in college or something in this life.

But Wanfeng came back from that world. He was familiar with the development of the country in the 1990s and the decade after the millennium. During the two decades, everything from everyone to the small family was looking at money, and the rest seemed to be unimportant. of.

　　 In view of this situation, Wan Feng didn't plan to study hard, and he didn't have the head of a scientist.

　　 In the future, it’s really impossible to mix things up, so he will become an internet writer. If he can’t, copy a few of those meteor songs and become a singer. It’s also a way out.

　　 He thinks he has a good voice.

　　 There are so many ways out, why bother to learn?

　　 If it wasn't for his age too young now, he might have dropped out of school and became a dead man now.

　　 When school was over in the afternoon, all those who had booked a book for little people went to the brigade yard to pick up the books.

　　 Wanfeng went to Xu Bin's house and picked up the books according to the book list booked by the students, and distributed them to the renter one by one.

　　 Today, I gave some new tenants plus the old tenants of the original Houwashanqian and Shanhou team. Almost all his books have been rented out again.

　　 After half an hour of collecting books and renting books, he left two books for Xu Bin's brothers and sisters to read, and divided the rented books from Xu's house that day into eight cents to Xu Bin's mother.

　　 This is even Xu Bin’s mother’s income.

　　 Starting from receiving the first eight cents from Wanfeng, Xu Bin's mother, who had a good attitude towards Wanfeng, had a better attitude towards Wanfeng. She even wanted to stay with Wanfeng for dinner.

　　 Xu Bin’s mother is the kind of traditional housekeeping woman, who is only in her thirties because she is tired all the year round like her forties or fifties.

　　 This can't help but make Wan Feng feel a little regretful, she is her future mother-in-law.

　　 Even though he now has that daughter-in-law with a nasal nose and blindly follows him behind his **** for candy.

　　 Wanfeng declined the kindness of his mother-in-law in the future and went home.

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　　 The ice on the surface of the Yina River has disappeared without a trace, Wanfeng felt that Yina River changed its appearance unknowingly.

　　 There are already laborers in the fields, and in a blink of an eye it is the spring plowing season.

　　 It's spring now!

　　 Everything in spring should be thriving and vibrant, and people’s faces should be full of smiles and glowing with brilliance.

　　 There is also a bright spring in the school, except for the face of Xiao Yongcheng, Wanfeng’s head teacher.

　　Why is his face so gloomy and so bold? Could it be that he can't see the horizon again?

　　"Wanfeng! Come to the office~www.ltnovel.com~ According to the law of universal gravitation or the law of immortality and other chaotic laws, it will be no good to be called to the office by the teacher.

　　 There are not many teachers in the office. There are only two teachers who do not know whether they are third or second grade teachers pretending to read and read newspapers.

　　 Wanfeng stood in front of Xiao Yongcheng's desk properly.

　　 "A student reported that you rented a small book to a student. Is there anything like this?"

　　 The thing that Wanfeng was worried about happened, and it happened after he went to school for two days in such a short time.

　　Analyzed from Xiao Yongcheng's words, this was someone who reported to the teacher that he was scornful. Since it was the class teacher who was looking for him and not the dean of the school, it means that the scornful fellow belonged to their class.

　　 Most of the people in their class have no grievances with him for the time being. The only conflicts are Tan Sheng and Tan Chun.

　　 Besides them, Wanfeng couldn't think of a third person.

　　 "Teacher! There is such a thing." Wan Feng felt that there was nothing to quibble, and the quibble was useless, so it was better to admit it openly.

　　 "Do you know what mistakes you made?"

　　 "I don't know!" Wan Feng replied swiftly. He can't be muddled, because it seems that he is not emboldened, and it is easy to teach others.

　　 "Don't you know that students reading the little man's book will affect their learning?"

　　 "Teacher! I remember yesterday that you encouraged students to read extracurricular readings in their spare time. How did it affect their studies today?"

　　 It’s not that Wanfeng was born out of nothing. Xiao Yongcheng did say this in the afternoon's self-study class yesterday.

　　 Wanfeng faithfully responded to and fulfilled the teacher's expectations. You see how obedient he is!