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Chapter Thirteen

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    Looking at the banknotes that were regarded as ceiling paper all over the roof, Zhao Xuejun felt dizzy for a while.  He walked around the pile of grain in the house several times, and his head was in a certain state of confusion.

    "Hey, hey, what are you looking at? I've called you several times." The boy with thick eyebrows held a jar in one hand, and vigorously patted Zhao Xuejun on the shoulder with the other.

    Zhao Xuejun looked at him stupidly, and after watching for a while, with a silly expression on his face, he stretched out his finger to the ceiling, and asked loudly in an undisguised tone of excitement: "Can this be changed?!"  Regretted, he looked at the other party carefully, for fear that the child would see something.

    The kid with thick eyebrows looked at Zhao Xuejun strangely for a while and asked him: "You want a roof for my house? What are you doing?"

    Zhao Xuejun nodded: "Tell me, what do you want?" After saying this, he really wanted to slap himself a few times.  Why are you so restless?

    "Do you want this? What are you doing?" The thick-browed child continued to wonder.

    Zhao Xuejun calmed down, his eyes rolled wildly, he brewed his emotions, and his expression was as sincere as possible: "The history teacher said, let me study ancient coins. This, this is homework!" After finishing speaking, he spurned himself.

    The thick-browed kid smiled, sat down on the grain pile, turned the jar upside down, and immediately scattered piles of copper coins: "Your history teacher is really kind, our third grade and first grade are in the temple together,  Our teachers never give us extracurricular homework. Every year during the autumn harvest vacation, we have to help the teacher harvest corn, so it¡¯s better to study in the city, homework is so fun.¡±

    Zhao Xuejun calmed down, sat down slowly, and counted the copper coins one by one.  But he was making up nonsense in his stomach, and his head was full of thinking about how to cheat this ceiling bank note.  Soon, he counted the hundred or so copper plates, and took a pen to figure out how many pencils he should give. This time, he was very generous, giving three more, and an extra pencil sharpener for the sake of talking later.

    The thick-browed child treasured the pencil and put it in one side of the schoolbag, and said with a burst of excitement: "Tomorrow, I will show them to the class." Children of this age, children of this age, have the only knowledge of life.  Show off and pursuit, it seems that these stationery.

    Zhao Xuejun put away the copper plate, stood up, and was about to say something.  But seeing that after thick eyebrows hung up their schoolbags, they followed the ladder on one side and went up to the roof.  He climbed on the hook on one side of the corn ears, grabbed a corner of the ceiling, shook it a few times, and yanked it violently.  Whoa!  Bah ah bah!  The smoke from this house was covered with dust that was at least ten years old and fell down.

    Zhao Xuejun ran a few steps outside, and ran to the door, but a big mouse fell from the sky, and he screamed!

    Following the fall of the big mouse, the family of mice also fell and ran around.  He screamed again and again, jumping like a fish out of water!

    A woman in her forties was disturbed by the noise, stood in the yard and shouted towards the second floor: "Dun! What's wrong with the above? Have you demolished the house?!"

    Thick eyebrows proudly jumped off the ladder, strode forward, stepped on the tail of the running mouse, bent down, lifted the tail of the mouse without any fear, and came to the second floor and shouted: "Catch the mouse, take the ceiling down!"  Are you coming down?"

    The woman looked up at the struggling mouse, and muttered: "Pick up my mother's things." After finishing speaking, she turned and went to the kitchen.  I don't know whether to scold my baby or the mouse.

    Thick eyebrows waved the mouse with him, and the frightened Zhao Xuejun backed up again and again, yelling a few times.  Perhaps it was Zhao Xuejun's expression that pleased him, and after scaring him, he boldly faced the wall and threw the mouse to death in a very chic manner.  This kind of overly quick behavior made the disgusting Zhao Xuejun even more frightened, his feet went limp.

    "I'll (give) you, I won't exchange your stuff." Bending over with thick eyebrows, he folded the dirty silver ticket ceiling into several folds, and stood on it and jumped a few times.  Zhao Xuejun was startled when he saw it, but he didn't dare to say anything.

    "Give it to me for nothing? Why?" Zhao Xuejun didn't want to take it for nothing, and felt really embarrassed.

    "You people in the city, it's not real. Every (given) you is just you. If you ask why, I know why I don't go to school and eat fried oil cakes every day!" Thick eyebrows helped Zhao Xuejun tie it up, carrying the bag  The big bag of silver bills covered the ceiling, and the two followed each other to the stage.  He helped Zhao Xuejun put away his things, then sat down on the tricycle and started gossiping.  Nong Mei and Zhao Xuejun despised the storyteller on the stage for a while, saying that he hated this kind of thing very much, and it would be better to watch and sing an opera, dancing around with a big knife.

    Zhao Xuejun's mouth was full of huh huh, he did something wrong with his heart, and he was very guilty thinking about how to make up for others.  On the side of the stage, a smell of meatballs wafted over, thick eyebrows smelled the air,She started to cry, and the endless crying made Wang Xi's clothes wet.

    In the yard, it was completely quiet, only Zhao Xuebing's crying came from time to time.

    That night, Zhao Xuejun's eyes were wide open, he stared straight at the roof, not feeling sleepy at all.  He kept thinking, where did he make a mistake, which caused his brothers to hate him so much.  When the cricket chirped again, grandma sat up from one side, got out of the bed, came to him, groped, and touched his face with calloused hands, and even touched tears.

    "My Junjun doesn't cry, Junjun is a good boy." Grandma coaxed and patted his belly.

    Zhao Xuejun sat up, hugged his grandma and choked with tears: "Grandma."

    "It's not Junjun's fault, it's because they didn't grow up. I don't understand."

    "I'm young too." Zhao Xuejun was depressed.

    "Junjun is not small, grandma, she can't read, but grandma has a lantern in her heart, but it lights up, my army, I have a provincial city in my heart, a building in my heart, and a big ship. The commander of our army  I¡¯m going to take a boat for a long journey, and I¡¯m going to take grandma to the south to see the big geese!¡±

    In the dark night, Zhao Xuejun burst into laughter: "Grandma, the Antarctic is a penguin."

    Grandma sat on the side of the bed, hugging Zhao Xuejun and still stroking him like that: "Baby, don't hate your brother, your father is a donkey, and a stupid one won't be a father. You see, he is stupid and scolded him, but he just doesn't want to talk about it.  I'm that stupid, I've suffered all my losses in this life because of that mouth.

    Junjun, your brother, he doesn't understand.  Don't know how to be a child, don't know how to be a brother, don't hate him.  If he fell, he fell that day, and the evil would hurt him once, and he would understand immediately.  Your grandfather didn't understand at that time.  He and his brother didn't talk for half their lives because of the two-point field.  When he died, he wanted to find his brother, and said sorry, the second part of the land is nothing, but after he died, did he regret going there, and he could only be a cow and a horse in the next life.  A good brother, who will not speak for half his life, with a big disc (grind disc) stuffed in his stomach, unable to go up or down.  Drinking saliva, thinking of this, did he suffocate him to death?

    Our army is not angry, let's ignore them and tell them to regret it, it's wrong, they are wrong, it's our army" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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