Chapter 84 (Chapter 84 (Five in One) Including 2...)

Song Yao did not give up.

He did not cry because of this huge blow.

After experiencing the war (watching is also an experience), the child felt that he had grown up, and he was no longer the crying child before.

He had to be strong.

Especially after seeing how handsome Brother Yuan Jiang was riding a motorcycle, he had to be stronger!

Knowing that the possibility was not great, the child still tried to say with a little hope:

"There is no need to pedal a motorcycle. Even if my legs can't reach the pedals, it doesn't affect its running."

He decided not to give up and go and try it himself.

Of course, for safety reasons, the car was not driven.

Song Yao just wanted to demonstrate that even if he couldn't reach the pedals, he could still sit on the seat.

Then a little child sat on the wild black motorcycle.

Song Yao refused Yuan Jiang to carry him up, so Yuan Jiang held the motorcycle, and the child tried to raise his legs high, like climbing a wall, and climbed up with difficulty.

When he sat on the motorcycle, raised his chest and looked forward, he felt that he had won.

At this moment, Song Yao felt like an eagle flying in the sky.

Until the county magistrate couldn't help it: "Puff--"

Song Xiongying looked over angrily: "What's so funny! I'm on it!"

The county magistrate really couldn't help it.

Song Yao himself might not feel anything, but from their perspective, it was a child with short arms and legs sitting on such a handsome behemoth.

In particular, his pair of short legs were still stuck on both sides with difficulty, shaking in the air.

The county magistrate coughed several times before he forced himself to hold back his laughter.

He asked: "Little boy, when the motorcycle stops, you need your legs to help support it."

"You are on it, but how do you get off?"

Song Yao was asked.

He knew the speed and weight of the motorcycle very well. At such a high speed and size, you must use your legs to support it when parking, just like Yuan Jiang, parking it diagonally and letting go of your legs naturally.

But when it came to Song Yao…

First, he didn’t have the strength to hold up the stopped motorcycle, and secondly, this motorcycle was designed to be cool in all directions.

Its height was too high for even an adult with slightly shorter legs to handle.

Not to mention Song Yao, a child.

The child practiced in his mind and found that he really couldn’t use this motorcycle. He could only hum and slowly get down with the help of Yuan Jiang.

The county magistrate did not hide his gloating expression at all.

Especially compared to the previous time when Song Yao was like a little rooster with his tail up, he was proud in front of him, showing off how great his motorcycle was, and even imagined how to make fun of him.

He: “It’s okay, although you can’t use this motorcycle, you can make another toy car hahahahahaha!!”

Song Yao was so angry.

But in the laughter of the county magistrate, he looked back at the cool motorcycle he made, and then at the county magistrate, and suddenly he was not angry anymore.

The child was calm:

"Forget about the toy car. I think this motorcycle is pretty good. County Magistrate, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

The county magistrate stopped laughing and looked at Song Yao suspiciously:

"Really? Are you really giving it to me?"

Song Yao nodded: "Yes, I'll give it to you."

Although this is obviously a trap, who can resist such a handsome motorcycle?

The county magistrate still couldn't help liking it in his heart. Even though he knew that Song Yao would definitely have a trick up his sleeve, he still took the protective gear handed over by Yuan Jiang, put on the helmet and rode on.

Then his expression froze.

He was not unable to reach the pedals, but after getting on, he found that his legs didn't seem to be long enough.

He could ride it, but he might have to "slant" a little more when getting off.

And because the slope increased, the weight of the motorcycle fell on him. It was such a huge thing, and the county magistrate was not tall, so it was really a bit difficult.

Yuan Jiang got off the motorcycle handsomely and safely.

He got off the bike in a hurry, and could only take care of one thing and not the other.

County Magistrate: "..."

He got off silently and returned the protective gear and helmet to Yuan Jiang.

Song Yao was already laughing so hard that he was holding his belly.

"Hahaha, County Magistrate, why did you get off? Haha, why don't you continue to try your motorcycle!"

The County Magistrate went over and pinched the child's chubby face:

"You are so smart!"

Song Yao announced happily:

"I think this motorcycle is pretty good. I won't change it. I will leave it like this!"

Although he couldn't ride it, Song Yao was satisfied that the County Magistrate couldn't ride it either.

Anyway, he was a child, so he could let Brother Yuan Jiang take him.

If the County Magistrate was willing to let someone take him, he would certainly have no objection, hahahaha! !

The child asked the County Magistrate happily:

"Since you can't ride this bike, do you want it gone?"

The County Magistrate laughed: "Who said no, I want it."

He couldn't ride it, but he could let others ride it.

"This car has a good speed, but have you considered the fuel consumption?"

Song Yao, who was still gloating, finally remembered that he hadn't done anything important yet.

He turned to look at Zhao Xiaodong, who had already taken out a pen and paper as if he was familiar with the situation:

"Come on!"

Yuan Jiang spent this day handsomely riding a motorcycle.

Although the venue the county magistrate found for them was a little remote, it was really big, and he didn't feel bored even after riding down it in circles.

On the contrary, because the motorcycle is fast, it feels good to ride on it, and it feels quite high-spirited.

Of course, there are also two children who scream with excitement every time they see him riding back. Their eyes are filled with admiration.

The county magistrate also thought it was cool, and he had other considerations about this kind of motorcycle, so even though his eyes were filled with words like "I'm so sore", he still insisted on staying here and watching their experiments.

At the end of the day, Yuan Jiang felt very happy riding his motorcycle.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong also obtained the most basic data.

The two of them murmured while discussing and testing, and almost filled the entire notebook in one day.

Of course, this does not rule out the reason why they also like to type in notebooks when drafting.

When the sun was about to set, they finally announced that the basic data recording was almost complete.

"We will continue to try it in the next few days. We have to make sure it is really safe before we can give it to you."

"Okay, okay, you can try as long as you want. If you need anything, just come to me."

The county magistrate was not disappointed either.

He wouldn't be at ease if two kids tried it for a day and then gave it to something that was so fast that someone on it would have a high chance of getting into trouble if he lost control of it.

His focus now is on one thing: "Has the fuel consumption come out?"

Song Yao handed him the notebook: "This is the data that has been obtained for the time being."

The county magistrate took the book and looked at the numbers on it carefully, his eyes lit up.

"This consumes much less fuel than other motorcycles."

Song Yao thought it was amazing: "How do you know the fuel consumption of other motorcycles?"

The county magistrate looked at him with a look like "Why do you know other motorcycle information if your legs are so short?": "..."

He said: "Other motorcycles are not as tall as yours. Can everyone ride it?"

The child's eyes lit up: "Can you do it?! What about me!!"

The county magistrate looked down at his short legs: "...Children can't ride."

Song Yao hummed a few times:

"What's so great, my parents are both very tall, and I will definitely be very tall when I grow up. By then, I will ride a motorcycle every day!"

The county magistrate looked at him several times and resisted telling him that his parents were actually quite tall.

Although the county magistrate explained it, Song Yao still felt it was amazing:

"But most people don't pay attention to accurate fuel consumption when riding a bicycle, right?"

He took it for himself. If it were him, he would at most remember how many barrels of oil it would take to ride for a few days.

The county magistrate said: "I am a county magistrate and I have a secretary."

The secretary brother stood aside holding a pile of information related to motorcycles and smiled at the child when he looked over.

Song Yao guessed this.

He pulled Zhao Xiaodong and pushed him over:

"Brother Secretary, can we take a look?"

The secretary glanced at the county magistrate and saw him nodding before handing them the information in his hand.

The two children looked through it immediately.

The county magistrate went over to join in the fun:

"Didn't I tell you just now? Your motorcycle is better than other motorcycles in terms of performance, speed and safety, and rough experiments show it. Why are you looking at this?"

Song Yao answered him without raising his head:

"The teacher said that if there are three of us walking together, there must be one who is my teacher. We can't underestimate the one who comes first.

If other people's motorcycles were developed before ours, they must have their strengths, and there is no harm in learning from them. "

After finishing speaking, he took the time to look up at the county magistrate and said with disdain:

"I see that you didn't listen to the teacher carefully when you were in school."

County Magistrate: “…”

Being despised by the child, he turned to look at his secretary, quietly trying to get some affirmation:

"Children are ignorant and talk nonsense. When I was in school, I was very serious. I ranked first in the school and I was still studying late at night."

The secretary said calmly:

"That's right, even now, you still stay up late every day reading, even though you are reading martial arts novels."

County Magistrate: "...Didn't you read it too?"

Secretary: "I'm not bragging to kids."

County Magistrate: “…”

He silently shut up.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong have quickly scanned the information.

The child suddenly realized: "So that's it. No wonder those motorcycles are not that fast."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded: "Look at this page. Although its internal structure is very similar to ours, there are various differences, such as here..."

Song Yao's eyes sparkled.

"Why didn't we think of doing this? Sure enough, if we are a threesome, I will be our master."

The secretary had found all this information urgently. Fortunately, their county had tried to build a motorcycle factory before, so all the information was quite complete.

It's a pity that Xinghe County is too poor and has limited funds to support the motorcycle factory. The other party came to inspect it. Even though the whole county showed great sincerity, they still did not choose Xinghe County.

Although the county magistrate was disappointed at that time, he also knew that he had nothing to blame.

Nowadays, those who open a factory can basically get support from the local government. Who wouldn’t want to go to a place that can give more support?

I just didn't expect that the efforts I put in at the beginning would actually be used at this moment.

Whenever the county magistrate thinks about the possibility of a motorcycle factory in his county, he becomes so excited that his dream comes true.

Seeing Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong talking to each other, they looked like they wanted to see an ordinary motorcycle in front of them so that they could take it apart and study it.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I can buy a motorcycle on the market for you to study."

The two children's eyes lit up.

Song Yao didn't hate him for mocking his short legs (he mocked back anyway), and looked over excitedly:

"Wow! So good! ! Thank you, County Magistrate!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also super excited: "Didn't you say that motorcycles are expensive? You are so rich, County Magistrate!"

"Of course!" Song Yao remembered that the County Magistrate was his old friend, and said happily: "The County Magistrate is the richest man in the county!"

He is a third-generation rich man!

The County Magistrate, who was a little bit sad about his own small treasury, was no longer distressed or uncomfortable after listening to the two children's flattery.

He even said in a daze:

"It's nothing, just a motorcycle, I can afford two of different models."

As soon as the words came out, the County Magistrate came to his senses.

As expected, the two children's bright and expectant eyes met in front of him.

County magistrate: "...Okay, buy two."

At most, he can ride one and the secretary can ride one.

Although the county magistrate is no longer the super generous county magistrate who doesn't take four cents seriously.

But he still keeps his word.

He asked someone to buy a motorcycle for him that day.

It takes time to transport the motorcycle.

During this period, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong tried their best to experiment with their own motorcycles. Because they still had to go to school, the experiments were a bit intermittent.

Fortunately, Teacher He knew that they were busy recently and did not assign extra homework to the two children.

Song's father and others were also busy.

He had saved a sum of money by relying on the cicada machine, and with the "experimental mountain funds" that Song Yao took out, a group of people were busy.

Learning from the experience of the spy going up the mountain smoothly last time, the soldiers suggested that Song's father directly raise all his bees on the experimental mountain.

Professor Wang felt that he had experience in architecture. After listening to their needs, he also actively helped design the experimental mountain.

Although his aesthetics were not good, his wife Li Danshui was very good at architecture.

If it really didn't work, Professor Wang still had the books left by his wife, so he could cram at the last minute.

Of course, he was old, so his way of cram was to ask someone to send the books over and then throw them to Song's father to read.

In addition, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong would sometimes come to join in the fun with great interest. After several revisions, everyone finally figured it out roughly.

The next step was to discuss and refine it.

First of all, the outside must be used as a beekeeping site.

Not only do we need to put beehives, but we also need to build wooden houses and arrange people to live in them, creating a feeling that the outside is already the entire activity space.

The inside is the top priority. In order to block people who go up the mountain intentionally or unintentionally, they adopted Zhao Xiaodong's suggestion and filled a circle with thorny branches that are easy to appear on the mountains around Dashu Village.

Yes, it was the thorny branch that Song Yao had to give up because the fruit tree grew between the thorny branches.

At that time, Yuan Jiang chopped at the fruit tree with a dagger in order to get close to it.

Even he, who was agile and had been to the rainforest, had some scratches on his body.

If the thorny branches were used deliberately, it would take a long time to get inside.

Moreover, the thorny branches are a common mountain plant around Dashu Village. It is normal to grow in places where people don’t often go, so there is no need to worry about arousing suspicion from others.

But Song Yao had a small problem:

"If there are thorny branches all around, how can we get in by ourselves?"

Soon a soldier answered.

This is simple. They just need to find a path that people will instinctively ignore and make some arrangements. If it doesn’t work, they can also dig a tunnel.

If conditions permit, it would be better to build a test site underground.

But this kind of project requires a lot of manpower and funds. Even if the mountain in Dashu Village is suitable for digging down, it will take too much time to build it.

Song Yao was very interested.

There are many dark rooms in martial arts novels. If you can't dig an underground test site, digging a dark room will do!

"We can put important things in it, and then when we need it, we can press the mechanism, boom, and the door will open."

The child was already very happy just imagining such a cool scene.

Song's father ruthlessly interrupted his son's fantasy:

"Even if we can set up a mechanism, it's damp and stuffy underground. If you put iron in it, it will rust. And how many things can be put in such a small room."

Dashu Village actually has an underground dark room.

I don't know which generation of ancestors dug it, it's under the village ancestral hall.

Until now, no one knows whether this dark room is used to hide people during war or store food during famine. In the early years of war, women and children in their village hid in it 24 hours a day.

Those who stayed outside were young and strong men who ran fast. When they heard the sound of the plane, they immediately dropped what they were holding and hid in.

Even though things are peaceful now, the elders still say that the secret room has been preserved for who knows how many generations of descendants since the ancestors dug it.

They keep it now, maybe it can protect their descendants in the future.

When Dad Song was a child, he secretly went to "explore" it with his friends after hearing it from adults.

It turned out that the dark room under the ancestral hall was nothing like they imagined.

Not to mention it's a tall place, as soon as you enter, you will feel a different feeling of depression from outside. The inside is filled with dirt and there are light holders for candles hanging on the walls.

There is not even a bed, but there are some tattered wooden boards. When you open the wooden boards underground, you can see that there are many "little animals" that like the underground environment hidden there.

Father Song described the real darkroom to his son:

"It's dark and stuffy. You can't see clearly even if you light up the lamp. Everywhere you put your hands, there's dirt. Besides, things are very easy to break when you put them in there. The steamed buns will get moldy faster."

"It's still underground. You can't even put big things in there, such as your motorcycle."

Seeing that the child was still unhappy and didn't want to give up, he took out his trump card:

"A place like this can easily attract snakes to make their nests."

Song Yao: "..."

snake? ? ?

Children who are afraid of snakes will give up immediately.

Father Song picked him up and coaxed him:

"Dad is currently learning to read architecture books. In the future, if I find a way to create a darkroom underground that won't be damp, dark, stuffy, or snakes can get in, can we give it to our son?"

Song Yao was still easy to coax and stretched out her hand:

"Then we need to pull the hook."

"Okay, pull the hook."

Father Song smiled and hooked up with his son.

He really felt that he could fulfill his promise in the future.

After all, the teacher had brought so many architectural books to him to read. If he didn't have confidence in him, why didn't the teacher read them himself instead of showing them to him?

Professor Wang didn't know what Father Song was thinking.

You will definitely laugh a few times if you know this.

If he could read it well, this book would not have become dusty after being kept by him for so many years.

Of course, Father Song didn’t know the truth.

So he was very confident.

Although the underground darkroom could not be built, a soldier brother suggested that it could be used as an indoor darkroom.

It's the kind that looks like a wall on the surface, but actually is a room inside.

Song Yao sounded very yearning:

"So after installing this darkroom, will spies not be able to find it? Then we will use it to store weapons and important things?"

Brother Bing: "Basically every spy can search a darkroom. As long as a spy comes, 90% of them will find it."

Song Yao was confused: "Then, why are we pretending?"

Brother Bing smiled gently at the child: "Although it is useless, it can be pretended and it doesn't take much effort."

Song Yao: "..."

This means that although this darkroom can only have some psychological effects, if the children want it, they can also get one for them to play with.

This is treating them like children!

Song Yao straightened his chest: "I am eight years old, I am not a three-year-old child anymore! Brother, you don't have to coax me like this!"

Brother Bing continued to smile gently: "Shall we pretend to be in this darkroom?"

Song Yao: "...pretend!"

Brother Bing was not surprised at all. He smiled and patted his little shoulder: "Okay, do you want to put two more small beds in there?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong nodded with bright eyes: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Hey hey hey, darkroom!

They can have a darkroom too!

The kind with a bed!

They can even sleep in it!

The two children happily went to imagine.

The soldiers continued to improve the experimental mountain based on their professional experience.

They also specially moved common trees nearby to create a blindfold.

Dashu Village is a small village. Everyone in the village knows each other. Within an hour when a stranger enters the village, the news can spread throughout the village through the gossip group in the village.

So unless you are like those spies last time, walking on a mountain road, touching all the way, and there are few people, otherwise you will definitely be discovered.

If there were too many people, people would have warned them before they reached the bottom of the experimental mountain.

If there are few people, even those few can't beat the soldiers.

Everything went perfectly, and after another round of large-scale discussions, everyone got to work in a lively manner.

Father Song was very magnanimous and even invited his cousins ​​to help build the external house.

The whole village knew about it. The rain stopped and Song Youcai finally continued his beekeeping business.

He has many relatives and brothers, and after working together on and off for more than half a month, the simple beekeeping site was ready.

It was not appropriate to give money, so Song’s father would buy supplements for the elderly and food for the children according to each family’s situation. He would also tear off a few pieces of fabric and send them door to door to express his gratitude.

The cousins ​​all happily accepted the gifts.

People from the same village are also members of the same clan, so we should pay attention to the same spirit.

Father Song wants to build an apiary, so even if he only treats them to a few meals, they will still come to help.

But Father Song not only entertained guests, but also carefully gave gifts according to each family's situation. Even if they were relatives, who wouldn't be happy to receive gifts.

The cousins ​​all refused to accept it.

Song’s father’s eldest cousin uttered a few words and said embarrassedly why he didn’t accept the gift:

"Youcai, can you help us talk to Ashun and the others about letting your nieces and nephews go to school in your village?"

Father Song was stunned.

"Brother, this matter is really difficult to handle."

If it were just the children of relatives coming to school, that would be easy to say.

But the problem is, Grandma Song’s natal family is from Xiaoshu Village.

Xiaoshu Village and Dashu Village have always been at odds with each other. When Teacher He went there to collect firewood, people from Xiaoshu Village surrounded him.

At that time, they wanted to bypass Dashu Village and tell Teacher He directly about going to school, but the people in Dashu Village were very angry.

If it hadn't been for the wildfires that broke out later, and everyone was busy fighting the fire, they rarely cooperated and united, and there would have been some quarrels about this matter.

The Song family is very prestigious in the village, but they can't go against the whole village.

His eldest cousin also knew the difficulty, and said with a red face and embarrassment:

"We also know that it is not easy for your village to build a school. Our families all pay tuition and we do not take advantage of your village. The children are also older.

Seeing children like Yao'er becoming more sensible day by day, while those in our family can't even do arithmetic, I feel really worried as a parent. "

He glanced enviously at his nephew who was doing homework with Zhao Xiaodong in the yard:

"I watched Yao'er grow up. Although he was smart before, he was not so sensible. When I came to help yesterday, Yao'er poured water and gave me fruits to eat. This was to thank me for my help. Woolen cloth."

Adults may not be so understanding of the world, so thanking people should be expressed openly.

Song Yao is an eight-year-old child, but he has already done it quite naturally.

And he didn't do it deliberately, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that he should do this because he was helped.

Yao'er used to be a good boy, but no one taught him many things, and he couldn't learn them himself.

Especially regarding the various expenditures for building a house, Song's father was too busy, so he left them directly to Song Yao.

Their brothers had witnessed such an older child calculating accounts quickly and well, and they were much better than them.

While walking around Dashu Village these days, I saw that the children in the village spoke much more logically than those in their own village.

Father Song’s eldest cousin sighed:

"You often came to our village to play when you were a child, and you also know that the atmosphere in our village is really bad. The adults are not harmonious, and the children are also uneasy.

It's okay for your nephews and nieces to be restrained by us, but they are not as good as aunt and Taohua when they were young. Although they are not bullied in the village, they also have fewer playmates. "

"Many people in our village are jealous of the school in your village. Seeing that they can't come to school, they want to build it themselves. But after months of work, some people want to build it, and some people don't want to build it. The quarrel goes back and forth without stopping."

Father Song can guess this.

His grandmother liked him and often took him to Xiaoshu Village to play when he was a child. He also witnessed the customs of the village next door.

However, his biological mother is powerful, he has a good friend like Xiang Taohua, and several cousins ​​are here, and he himself is smart, so no one can bully him.

Xiang Taohua was able to go to junior high school because she had a biological uncle who worked in the county.

Her aunt liked her and was willing to let her live in her home and go to school to provide for her food and accommodation. She was even willing to help pay part of her tuition, so that she could continue her studies.

Except for Xiang Taohua, no one in Xiaoshu Village can graduate from elementary school.

Father Song had never suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated before leaving Xinghe County. It wasn't until he went to Lecheng and studied at Professor Wang's house with college students that he realized that being uneducated was really a disadvantage.

Fortunately, he was eloquent, and Professor Wang was partial to him, so he didn't suffer any grievance.

But think about those nephews and nieces who are all stupid. Now they have no education. When they grow up, they are uneducated and unable to communicate. If they had been farming before, they would have done well.

But now seeing that all the children in Dashu Village are smart and healthy, it's no wonder that his cousins ​​are anxious.

Father Song is also a father himself, so he can understand the mood of his cousins. He hesitated for a moment:

"Teacher Xiao He should have no objection, but I have to ask the people in the village. If they come to school, they must make a charter to prevent those in your village from..."

He didn't say the rest, and Father Song's cousins ​​all understood.

There are a lot of dishonest people in Xiaoshu Village. If the conditions are not set to a dead end, someone might make trouble.

Seeing his uncles leave with their gratitude, Song Yao put away his homework and walked over curiously:

"Dad, are Brother Pingping and the others coming to our village to go to school?"

Dad Song: "It's not decided yet. It depends on whether the people in the village agree."

Song Yao watched the two villages compete with each other since he was a child, and he also became worried:

"If everyone doesn't agree, let Brother Pingping and the others live in our house, and I will teach them."

Zhao Xiaodong had never met these cousins ​​of Song Yao, but since they were relatives of Song Yao, he naturally included them among his "own people":

"I don't think everyone will agree. There are many bad children in Xiaoshu Village. Usually adults don't let us play with the children in Xiaoshu Village."

Song Yao rectified the names of his cousins:

"Brother Pingping and the others are different from those bad kids. They are very nice to me."

How can there be only good people and no bad people in a village?

There are many good people in Xiaoshu Village. For example, his grandmother and mother are both from Xiaoshu Village.

Song Yao generously found his various reading notes.

"If you don't agree, let Brother Pingping and the others learn from me. I'm very capable of teaching people!"

Zhao Xiaodong, who was taught by him:

"... Yao'er, let me teach you. Sometimes you tell me something, but I don't even understand it."

It was okay when Song Yao first went to school, because he learned the basics, he was patient, and Zhao Xiaodong could understand what he said.

But now he is a child full of knowledge.

He knew basic things, but Song Yao would subconsciously ignore them.

Because children instinctively feel that such simple things can be understood without Zhao Xiaodong.

As the study time increased, Zhao Xiaodong became more and more aware of the gap between him and Song Yao. Fortunately, he had a good attitude and was still happy every day.

But he didn't think Song Yao's brothers and sisters could have such a good mentality as him:

"You don't even know how jumpy your topic is."

Song Yao was not convinced: "You're not much better. The last time you lectured your deskmate, you made her cry."

Zhao Xiaodong: "...She is obviously stupid!"

Song Yao spoke for Zhao Xiaodong’s deskmate:

"No way, I think she's pretty good. She even praised me last time. If you say you're stupid, I still think you're stupid!"

Zhao Xiaodong was unhappy:

"You actually called me stupid because of her. Don't think I don't know. You just helped her because she looks good!"

He complained unhappily: "You are always like this! You like whoever is good-looking!"

Song Yao refused to admit it: "I don't. The secretary brother is also good-looking, but I like the county magistrate more."

Zhao Xiaodong: "That's because the county chief is pretty good, and he brings you martial arts novels, otherwise you would definitely like the secretary brother more!"

Song Yao's guilty eyes wandered: "I, I don't know how."

This is obviously the case.

Father Song, who was watching, silently pitied the county magistrate.

Zhao Xiaodong was still angry. The main point of his anger was that "you actually called me stupid for a stupid classmate who couldn't even understand the questions."

"You're just superficial!"

Song Yao felt guilty for a moment, then felt confident:

"What's wrong with superficiality! When you were a kid, you liked playing with me because I was the prettiest!"

Zhao Xiaodong choked.

He blinked and realized that it really seemed like this.

The nine-year-old child was shocked: "Am I actually such a superficial person?!"

Song Yao proudly touched his face:

"Of course, but I forgive you, because although I am good-looking, I also have inner meaning."

Zhao Xiaodong's focus immediately shifted to:

"Then why are you friends with me? Is it because I look good or because I have substance?"

Song Yao recalled it carefully.

It seems like he is strong enough to help...

The child felt guilty. He felt that Zhao Xiaodong would not like this answer.

"Well, of course it's because you're good-looking and rich. Anyway, we are good friends now. These are all things in the past. It's not important."

Zhao Xiaodong, who was praised, smiled brightly and nodded hummingly:

"Yes, it's enough that we are good friends now."

They happily went out hand in hand to pick fruits and eat them.

Dad Song, who was left in the yard: ...Do you still remember what you were talking about before?

Forget it, children are really unreliable.

This matter needs to be discussed with an adult.

In the evening, Father Song went to Grandpa Song and Grandma Song's house to discuss the matter.

Of course, the old couple also hopes that this can be done.

Especially Grandma Song.

Ping Ping's children still call her aunt.

"If this matter is to be handled, it must be done by Pingping's father and others alone. It cannot be done in the name of Xiaoshu Village. They are them, and the other people in Xiaoshu Village are other people. We must let everyone understand this."

Grandpa Song added:

"Pay the money, prepare two coins."

"right."

Grandma Song agreed: "This money should not only be given to Wenwen, but also an extra portion should be prepared for the village. When the school was built, the whole village contributed."

Grandpa Song continued: "Just remember one sentence, no one has any relatives."

Father Song generally understood.

"Hey, I remembered it and will do it tomorrow."

The next day, when Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were trying to prove to each other that their speaking skills were actually pretty good, Song's father went out to look for famous people in the village.

When the two motorcycles bought by the county magistrate arrived, Song’s father once said to Song Yao during dinner:

"Brother Pingping and the others will come to our village to go to school next week. It's their first time going to school. Remember to help them get used to it at school."

Song Yao was already ready to teach his brothers. When his father said it was done, he was surprised:

"Does everyone really agree?"

Father Song nodded: "The children in our village are getting more and more energetic. Who doesn't have relatives? There are many relatives who want to send their children to school."

He asked Teacher He, but Teacher He didn't care.

Anyway, no matter how much you teach, it’s just a lesson.

If there is another batch of freshmen, she can still use the experience she has accumulated in the past.

Father Song walked around the village and took the initiative to propose conditions. The Song family is now very respectable in the village, and his cousins ​​are indeed pretty good people, so the matter was settled smoothly.

Now that the matter was done, he taught his son:

"Yao'er, do you know why everyone agrees?"

Song Yao: "Because you also want your relatives' children to come to school?"

Father Song nodded: "Yes, so everyone doesn't want to block the way for children from other villages to come to our village to go to school. This is the same as the market transaction taught by your teacher.

We have relatives who want to come to school, and so do they. They are all on the same page. At this time, your uncle and the others will step back, and the village will also step back for the sake of their relatives and children. "

Professor Wang replied: "This is called looking at the issue from the perspective of the other party's interests."

"You tell your neighbor that you want to demolish the road in front of your two houses, and the neighbor refuses to agree. But if you tell him that this road will trip people up, it will trip up children and elderly people in the neighborhood, so he will be more or less hesitant."

Song Yao suddenly realized.

But his little brain couldn't apply this newly learned principle for a while, so the child returned to the house after dinner and wrote down what his father and master just said.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand it now, he can take it out and read it every day.

One day he'll figure it out.

The day before Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong went to the county to dismantle the motorcycles, the village held a meeting to set the rules for children from other villages to come to their school.

The first thing is definitely money.

The amount they negotiated was quite reasonable. The big part was given to Teacher He, and the small part was saved in the village. When enough was saved, everyone would share it.

Those who come to school have to bring their own tables and chairs for their children, and if the school needs to pay for anything, they have to pay a share. If a child bullies someone in school, he should be sent back immediately, etc.

When Song Yao arrived at the county, he shared the incident with the county magistrate.

The child said happily: "My brother Pingping and his friends will be here soon. We can play games together."

As Zhao Xiaodong grew taller, Song Yao didn't like playing games with him anymore.

In the past, he could still win in cockfights by relying on his cleverness, but recently he has been unable to do so.

The county magistrate thought for a while: "I think your village should be very lively recently."

Song Yao didn't understand what he meant at first, but he understood after a few days.

Since Dashu Village Songzui began to accept students from outside the village, everyone around them who had children of school age at home became excited.

They can't see the other students, but Song Yao is a living sign!

Before going to school, Song Yao was also famous, but at that time he was famous for his good looks.

But how long has he been in school, and he has already been commended by the country.

Although this was probably the only one in the entire Dashu Village that was commended by the country, he and Zhao Xiaodong created the fan bell that benefited the entire county.

Zhao Xiaodong was also famous before. To be precise, it was his father who died in the flood.

So everyone knows better that before Zhao Xiaodong went to school, he was a naughty kid.

In the eyes of everyone, these two children only became so powerful after studying.

In particular, Song Yao also received bonuses from the state. This truly means that knowledge is power and knowledge is money.

Teacher He has a high school degree and comes from a big city. In addition, he has taught these two children. As long as he hopes that his children will be well, he wants to send them to Dashu Village.

Dashu Village has been very lively recently, with relatives coming from either this family or that family, and the Song Yao family has also come several times.

He would call this uncle one day and grandma tomorrow. Basically every day, he would have to have relatives look at him, touch his little face, and praise him for his great achievements.

The child soon couldn't stand it anymore, so he took Zhao Xiaodong and Yuan Jiang to live with the county magistrate during the two-day holiday.

The county magistrate, who has extensive experience in dealing with relatives, gloated:

"Did they give you a red envelope? Did your family say no, but they still said they wanted to give it?"

Song Yao: "..."

There really is.

The adults on both sides said yes and others said no. The scene was almost like a quarrel, and he was in the middle with a look of despair.

The same goes for Zhao Xiaodong. The two children looked at each other with sorrowful expressions on their faces.

Fortunately, no one could come to the county magistrate, so they continued to dismantle the two motorcycles at the magistrate's house.

Song Yao was very familiar with taking things apart.

Even though he can make this thing himself, when he sees someone else's, he just wants to tear it down.

When the county magistrate came back from get off work, he kept a complicated expression on his face and watched as the two children put the motorcycle down, sat on a small bench, and dismantled it like a corpse.

Song Yao also assured him: "Don't worry, we will definitely give you the same care as before."

The county magistrate looked at the piles of parts on the ground: "...I believe you...right?"

Song Yao and the others hid at the county magistrate's house every week, even for a month. Winter was coming, and relatives from various families in the village were still coming one after another.

Because there were so many people coming and the noise was so loud, the whole county heard the news.

When Song Yao went to the county government to play, uncles and aunts from cadres asked him:

"Yao'er, I heard that there is a famous teacher in your village who is very good at teaching children. People from all over the country want to send their children to her. Is it true?"

Song Yao became energetic as soon as he heard it.

He really likes the teacher. He must seize such a good opportunity to brag for the teacher.

The child started to blow confidently:

"It's true, our teacher is very good. She taught me and Zhao Xiaodong."

"And our teacher really likes reading and never forgets to study every day. Last time someone from the country came to commend me, they even praised the teacher.

And the teacher is also very serious when teaching. Her lesson plans and assignments are all based on the level of each of us..."

Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, Song Yao kept blowing like this for more than half an hour.

Next to him, Zhao Xiaodong followed and added a few words from time to time.

But they didn't lie either. Teacher He was very good and taught students seriously.

County government officials spread the news.

Song Yao was dazzled in front of them every day, and the big guys watched helplessly as such an older child couldn't understand the more complicated books at the beginning, but now he can even follow Uncle Wang's words.

Although everyone knows he is smart, how can a smart kid make such rapid progress without guidance.

In particular, the final exam papers and results of Dashu Village have also been released. Maybe Mr. He, a first-time teacher, did not realize it, but intellectuals with children at home can estimate Dashu Village by taking a look at it in their hands. The children's level is indeed higher than that of the same age.

What are you waiting for!

Anyway, it’s just a primary school. The children can be released to attend classes first. If they don’t work, they can just go back to the county. If this is taught well, it will be of great benefit to the children.

Therefore, Teacher He, who had not been idle for more than a day, welcomed various guests again.

This time I am from the county and I want my children to come and attend the class.

Everyone should not forget to bring this sentence:

"We heard from Yao'er and Dongdong that you are a very good teacher."

Teacher He, who met one parent after another every day as if rushing to a party: ...It’s too sloppy, I should assign more homework.

What did those two children say to others in the county?

Why are parents from the county even here?

It's true that she has many teachers, but the problem is that the school can't accommodate so many people.

People came to request so politely, and she had to explain the reasons for not accepting them in the same polite way. Teacher He was so busy that he didn't even have time to cook.

If it weren't for Grandma Song's help, she might not even be able to eat a hot meal.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong didn't know that Teacher He was thinking about giving them homework.

They were also very proud that they had said so many nice things to the teacher.

Song Yao was very confident: "The teacher will be very happy if he finds out!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also confident: "Yes! The teacher will definitely praise us for being great!"

The two children were very happy for a while, and then continued to study motorcycles.

The motorcycles they made themselves have been tested many times and they are guaranteed to have no problems. As soon as the county magistrate heard that they were OK, he immediately ordered ten of them in one go.

Even Song Yao, who had always admitted that the county magistrate was very rich, was shocked:

"County magistrate, are you rich?"

Zhao Xiaodong was also surprised: "Didn't your father not give you pocket money?"

The county magistrate was busy writing, and while busy with his official duties, he took the time to answer them:

"I didn't buy it with my own money. This was approved by the county public security bureau."

In order to get others to agree to do this, he has been talking all the time recently, and he can only work overtime to do other things that he is busy with.

Song Yao doesn’t quite understand:

"Are you going to let Brother Ah Jiu and the others ride motorcycles? But wouldn't ten be too many?"

The brothers and sisters of the Public Security Bureau all have long legs, so they can control this handsome motorcycle monster.

But if we buy ten such expensive cars at once, will the county still have money?

The county magistrate also confirmed Song Yao’s minor concerns, so he said:

"How about you give me a cheaper price? Just as supporting the development and construction of the county?"

Song Yao, a stingy boy, really hesitated for a moment, but now he is no longer the kid who would immediately help after hearing the slogan.

He had learned from his master and Grandpa Wen that he had to be careful when spending money:

"Tell me first, why does buying a motorcycle have anything to do with the development and construction of the county?"

When the county magistrate heard that there was something going on, he immediately became energetic.

He put down his pen and told Song Yao his plan.

"Isn't our county now known as the hometown of wood products? Although, you all know how this spread, but no matter how it comes, the quality and price of wood products in the county are indeed good now. "

"I just thought about holding a wood products exchange meeting in the county and inviting some cadres, businessmen from other counties, and the surrounding people to have a good visit."

Song Yao understood: "Are you trying to crucify our county's reputation as the hometown of wood products?"

The county magistrate nodded: "Our Xinghe area is not suitable. I have thought about opening factories and encouraging entrepreneurship before, but they are not suitable for Xinghe."

There was nothing we could do about it. Xinghe had been bombarded by artillery fire before, and the culture was directly disconnected. The common people did not have the courage to do business. They preferred to make money through labor rather than talking about business with others.

This time, an opportunity finally came to the land of wood products, and the county magistrate was determined to seize it.

"The first exchange meeting is especially important. We must leave a good impression on those people. Our county wants to build roads, houses, etc., but we will definitely not be able to get the money, so I want to do something different."

Song Yao suddenly realized: "It's different...you want to rely on the good looks of the brothers and sisters from the police to attract people!"

County Magistrate: "...it's a public image. Don't make it sound like I'm letting them rely on my reputation."

Although it seems that it is correct to say so.

This is the situation.

Building roads requires a lot of money, and the county cannot afford it, so the county magistrate can only rack his brains and try to show the strength of Xinghe in other directions.

No, just in time, Song Yao’s handsome motorcycle was made.

Anyone who has seen Yuan Jiang riding a motorcycle with his own eyes knows how eye-catching it would be if a row of long-legged police officers patrolled the streets on this motorcycle.

Moreover, the Public Security Bureau has recently transferred a lot of comrades with tall legs and long legs, and they have a lot of cards when they are brought out.

The county magistrate made a very good calculation:

"What kind of place makes people feel at ease? Of course it is a safe place. What kind of person makes people feel at ease just looking at them, like Comrade Yuan Jiang!"

If Yuan Jiang hadn't stayed with Song Yao 24 hours a day, he would have discussed with this soldier comrade who had broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, and made people feel particularly safe, to show up on the day of the exchange meeting.

Yuan Jiang, who felt the county magistrate's burning gaze: "..."

He silently stood behind Song Yao.

The county magistrate regretfully withdrew his gaze and continued to say to Song Yao:

"Think about it, if you went to other counties and saw a dozen tall and long-legged police officers wearing police uniforms and helmets riding big motorcycles passing by, would you feel safe?"

Song Yao has always had a good imagination, and at this moment his eyes were full of stars: "So cool!"

He almost wished he was one of the "passers".

The county magistrate was proud: "Cool, that's right, it means to put our Xinghe's security strength in the open, and at least those businessmen will dare to come over."

He's not bragging, the security of their Xinghe County is really first-class.

Look at the Fox Spirit next door, how chaotic it is, if people who go there to do business have a lot of money on them, they dare not go without a few strong men around them.

Of course, the county magistrate refused to think about the possibility that "because Xinghe County is poor, thieves don't like it, so they don't come here."

Anyway, he must take out the remaining money in the county to make Xinghe County look good at the exchange meeting.

Whether Xinghe County can develop its economy in one go with the title of "Hometown of Wood Products" depends on this time.

This is really for the development of Xinghe County's economy. Song Yao, a stingy man, is not stingy this time:

"Then let's do this, you buy all the necessary parts, and I will make them for you, and I won't charge you for the labor."

Zhao Xiaodong also patted his chest: "I won't charge you either!"

The county magistrate was very happy:

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will tell everyone that this motorcycle was made by you, and I will promote it well for you."

Yuan Jiang's expression moved slightly, and when he was about to say something, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong had already started to discuss in a whisper.

After the discussion, Song Yao told the county magistrate:

"No, we don't have time to make it anymore. My father and grandfather are also very busy, and even my grandmother is busy going to school to help. You can give this motorcycle to Grandpa Fang."

The county magistrate brainstormed for a while and realized that the Grandpa Fang he was talking about was the factory director who had been helping Song Yao and his friends make various parts and components.

"When did you get so close to Director Fang?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong said confidently:

"He is our friend. Although we are not good friends, we have a good relationship."

"Yes, Grandpa Fang has helped us a lot."

Director Fang not only lent them the workshop for free, but also took the trouble to ask people to help them find hard-to-buy parts. Every time they went, he gave them snacks.

Although Brother Yuan Jiang said that he should be because the country had placed an order in the factory before, Director Fang was really good to them.

No matter what his original intention was, he had no bad intentions towards them, and was willing to help them find ways and ideas. Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were still quite grateful for his kindness.

The two kids are not short of money now, and they don't have time to deal with the follow-up of the motorcycle. In this case, it is better to leave it to Director Fang.

It's like Xinghe County needs to develop now, and they are willing to not charge for labor.

For them, it's just a gesture, but for the county government, which is under great economic pressure, and Director Fang, who needs orders, it's a super surprise.

Why not do it?

The county magistrate was relieved to see that they knew it in their hearts and didn't seem to be coaxed by Director Fang.

"Okay, you just know it yourself."

Seeing that the matter was settled, Yuan Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was spread that the big motorcycle was made by Song Yao, he was really worried that it would attract spies again.

Although the two children didn't take it to heart, he still silently noted the development time of the motorcycle. After all, one day, their glory will also be made public.

Director Fang was so happy that he got a pie from the sky.

"Oh, I knew it. The youngest and the others were thinking of me. We are friends."

After he was happy, he did not accept everything:

"But this motorcycle still has a lot of technical content. I can't take advantage of such a big bargain even if they are friends. Let's do this, according to the share.

Just regard their technology as a share, and give them the money according to the share of the motorcycles sold."

After hearing this, the county magistrate was completely relieved: "Director Fang is sensible."

If he really took all the advantages with a clear conscience, he would warn the two children to stay away from each other.

It is one thing that Song Yao and the others don't care about the money.

It is another thing that others think they are old and naturally take this big bargain.

Director Fang said happily:

"The county magistrate is too kind. I believe that anyone with a brain will do the same."

He is not stupid.

He has seen how smart these two children are, especially Song Yao. This child will definitely be more powerful than he imagined in the future.

Now the child is still young, he is lucky to have hooked up with him, if he doesn't build a good relationship with him, he will be unlucky, he will be crazy to cut off his own corner.

When Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong ran down happily.

The two old-fashioned people who have been immersed in the adult world for many years looked down on each other for "being too thoughtful", and then looked at them with a smile:

"Run slower, come on, let me talk to you about the money sharing."

After the deal was settled, the factory director did not forget to praise the two children again and again.

"I really want to thank you all. Seeing that the efficiency of the factory is getting worse day by day, I am worried. You have saved our factory."

"Originally I said we would reduce some workers, but now it's better, and several families can be fine."

This is true, but the workers are all old, have families to support, and they all look familiar. It will be a headache to lose anyone, so the factory director is particularly excited about this big pie. .

Song Yao originally gave up the production of motorcycles because he was too lazy to do it himself and wanted to thank the factory director. After listening to the factory director Fang express his gratitude a lot, he discovered:

"Did we do something good again?!"

Factory Director Fang nodded: "Yes, you have saved several families."

"You can have such great merit at such a young age, and the big leaders will definitely bless you."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong both like to listen to good things. After being praised a lot, they both feel happy when they return home.

Especially after returning home, the adults also praised:

"If workers lose their jobs, it will be difficult for every family. It will also help the county. When the county's economy improves, everyone's life will also be better. It seems that you have really grown up."

Song Yao, who had always wanted to become an adult, was even happier.

That night, he was lying on the bed and said to 005:

【005, I think I can be considered an adult now. 】

He worked hard and said: [I studied hard, helped the county, entertained relatives at home, and took care of my brother Pingping and the others at school. Grandma went to school to help, and I also helped grandma make lesson plans. 】

It’s not that he didn’t know. After doing the math, the child was shocked to find that he was really, really powerful now.

005 also praised: [Host, you haven’t even cried in a long time! 】

Song Yao was reminded and felt proud:

【right! I haven't cried in a long time! I didn’t cry when I couldn’t ride a motorcycle last time! 】

If he had worked hard for so long before and found out that he couldn't ride, he would have cried on the spot.

The child was delighted: [Hehehe, I am indeed a precocious genius. 】

He happily fell asleep instantly.

When she woke up the next day, Song Yao, who felt that she was an adult, hummed a song, brushed her teeth and washed her face, then touched her belly and went to her grandma to complain that she was hungry.

Grandma Song handed him half a steamed bun:

"The porridge is not ready yet, please eat some white flour steamed buns first to cushion the meal."

The child happily took the steamed bun, took a bite, and shared it with his grandma while eating:

"Grandma, have you noticed that I haven't cried for a long time because I am a precocious person..."

Just as he was talking, Song Yao's expression suddenly froze, and he opened his mouth to bite the steamed bun with a look of confusion on his face.

On the white steamed bun, there was a small bloody tooth stuck.

Song Yao: "..."

He pushed it with his tongue in disbelief. The position of his left front tooth was hollow, and there was still a vague pain.

Grandma Song lost her voice when she heard him talking, and turned her head strangely:

"Why are you so precocious?"

Song Yao looked down at the tooth with tears in his eyes, and then pointed it at the place where it should have been: "God, genius..."

Grandma Song was a little leaky when she heard what her grandson was saying, so she took a closer look:

"Hey! Yao'er, did your front tooth fall out? Does it hurt?"

At eight years old, it’s time to replace the front teeth. Isn’t this too sudden?

Originally, Song Yao was still holding it in, but once her grandma got involved, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Tears fell from his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Grandma Song was startled and quickly picked her up and coaxed her:

"Does it hurt? Don't worry, it's just a replacement of teeth. Do you remember that I have had them replaced before? Come on, wipe your tears and stop crying."

Song Yao sobbed while trying to suppress her cries:

"I'm like a precocious genius. I won't cry!"

Grandma Song: "...Isn't your talk a little serious? Doesn't it really hurt? You might as well cry if you don't hold it in, it looks so pitiful.

It's okay, just cry, cry, grandma won't tell others. "

The child was sobbing. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the yard at the moment.

He sobbed cautiously and trotted over to close the courtyard door.

Then he returned to grandma's arms and burst into tears:

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...!"

"Why do geniuses have to change their teeth?"