My dad didn’t know a few words, but he knew the numbers anyway. He glanced at the paper a few times, his face softened a little, and he said: "When will your child be able to live up to his expectations? Your eldest and second sister are as good as you." When I was in college, it wasn’t double hundred points, the worst was 95 or above. Fortunately, you still know that you got a score of 80 or more, otherwise I would beat you to death.”
After saying that, my dad gave me the paper, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally passed the test this time.
But at this moment, a person came out of the house. Who was that if it wasn't Old Man Jiang
"Sanwa'er's paper? Show it to me. Do you get a lot of marks?" Why do you think my cheap master's ears are so good
I couldn't help it. He said he wanted to see it. How dare I not give it to him? With the feeling of being on the guillotine again, I sighed inwardly and handed the paper out.
Old Man Jiang took my test paper, unfolded it leisurely, and frowned slightly.
At this time, I was very nervous and subconsciously decided to 'bother' him.
"Master, why are you back?"
"I'm done." Old Man Jiang's expression softened a little.
"Master, have the tombs been moved?"
"Hmm..." with a long tail, Old Man Jiang smiled a little.
"Master, are you having dinner at my house tonight?"
"Yeah..." Old Man Jiang smiled.
"Master?" I was ready to ask again.
My dad interrupted me with an impatient look on his face: "Baby, why do you talk so much?"
I guess my dad was annoyed by me, so he yelled, "My dad is the one who hates children pestering him with questions. Seeing me pestering Old Man Jiang like this, he probably thought it was rude."
"Haha, it's okay." Old Man Jiang happily put away the test paper and held it in his hand without returning it to me. He directly stopped my dad with a voice.
Then he called my dad and I and sat down at the stone table in the yard. My heart was pounding and I wanted to get the test paper back. But my dad was confused and didn’t want to make dinner. ? My mother has to rest for the past two days, and he is busy with dinner. Why is it that old man Jiang, who loves to eat so much, is still pulling me to sit here, is he preparing to chat
"Sanwa'er..." Old Man Jiang drew out his voice and called my name.
"Eh..." I replied with some trepidation.
"Everyone likes to make mistakes sometimes. Occasionally he likes to play around and delays his business. However, it is a good thing to be able to face mistakes calmly. It is even better to be able to change after facing mistakes. Okay. Sanwa'er, tell me, after making a mistake, who is the most hateful person?" Old Man Jiang smiled.
"What's the point of saying that? You are a stubborn person who never admits your mistakes." My father stiffened his neck and said this. He is the person who hates talking back when he is wrong.
"Um...ah, that's..." I said something incoherent next to me, my palms were sweating, and I had a bad feeling.
"I don't think so. The most abominable thing is that after making a mistake, people want to escape, dare not face it, and choose to cheat. Especially for boys, frankness and integrity are the most valuable qualities. People who cheat are better than those who cheat. Worse than human beings." Old Man Jiang said calmly.
"Well, that's right, I hate people who lie the most." My dad agreed from the side.
I was sweating profusely... I was already planning on running away.
But my cheap master seemed to have read through my mind. He grabbed my shoulder and asked, "Sanwa'er, do you think what master said is right?"
"Well, yes, it's more correct than what the ideological and moral teacher said." Master's hands are like iron pliers. I can't move, let alone run away? I might as well flatter you temporarily at this time, maybe it will be easier later. I am a very conscious person.
"Hehe..." Old Man Jiang smiled, but did not let go of my plan, but opened my paper.
The first is the math paper.
"13+6=16, um, not bad."
"5+7=13, smart."
While I was listening to him reciting, I was sweating. In fact, I didn’t know what was right or wrong. If I knew, I wouldn’t get such a low score. The problem was that I saw Old Man Jiang’s eyes looking at each other. I read the wrong answer.
I was so smart that I changed my scores, but I couldn't change so many marks on the paper.
Putting the math paper aside, Old Man Jiang took the Chinese paper.
"At noon on the hoeing day, the sweat flows down the river. Hehehehe..." Old Man Jiang laughed so hard that my heart trembled. I cursed in my heart, Teacher
I remember there was a character for river
"Please fill in the blanks according to the example, (green), haha, okay, you listened to the arrangement, and filled in 6 of the same (green) at the end!" At this point, Old Man Jiang put down the test paper, patted the table, and grabbed it I just pressed the table.
"Old Chen, bring me the bamboo pieces." Old Man Jiang groaned angrily.
My dad simply didn't react. Nonsense. My dad didn't understand what was said in the Chinese paper. He could do the elementary school arithmetic problems. The problem was that he didn't listen carefully. He couldn't figure out whether Old Man Jiang was praising me.
However, he didn't dare to disobey Old Man Jiang's orders, and Old Man Jiang's tone was so stern. Before my father could even react, the bamboo slices had already been delivered to Old Man Jiang.
Old Man Jiang pulled down my pants and slapped the bamboo piece firmly on my butt: "You are so capable, and you dare to lie to others!"
'Pop' 'Pap' bamboo pieces fell continuously, and the force was really 'even and moderate'. Every time it hurt, I started howling immediately. This burning pain was even worse than my dad's iron fist. Make it uncomfortable.
My dad didn't react at first, but when he heard that I was lying, he immediately became angry. He absolutely believed in Old Man Jiang.
As soon as the fire started, my dad reacted immediately. He rolled up his sleeves and the fist was about to come.
When I saw it, I almost fainted from crying, ***, you don’t want a ‘double blow’!
But I didn't expect Old Man Jiang to stop my dad with one hand, but the bamboo pieces in his hand kept falling on my butt: "Don't be busy, this kid is disgusting, I've finished teaching you a lesson, you can teach me again." It’s not too late. Master, the old man has learned his lesson, and he won’t be able to escape from these fifty ‘bamboo splinter’ blows.”
My dad looked like he couldn't vent his anger, and he was "angry" next to him, but he admitted it.
Unfortunately, I learned two pieces of unfortunate news. The first was that I was going to be spanked fifty times. The second thing is that after this meal, there is still another meal waiting. As the saying goes, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. You can't do this...
I cried more and more miserably, muttering: "Red Army soldiers are not afraid of hardships and dangers, they are just not afraid of..."
My dad knew this was my habit. When he was beaten impatiently and couldn't run away, he would shout to the Red Army soldiers to 'encourage' him, which would often make my dad laugh out of anger.
But this old man Jiang didn't move at all. He just said: "You are like this, you can lie to others and you still have the nerve to say that you are a Red Army soldier." As he said that, the bamboo piece that hit me became more rhythmic.
My mother and two sisters were alarmed a long time ago. They all came to the yard and were dumbfounded when they saw the way Old Man Jiang was beating me. My 'enthusiastic' father immediately gave them the paper. Saw it.
"Master Jiang saw this and beat him, calling him a liar." My dad still hasn't figured out the matter, but it doesn't stop him from making a show of complaining.
My mother couldn't tell why. My two sisters were not vegetarians. After a while, she realized the problem. When she saw what was written on my paper, my outspoken eldest sister burst out laughing, while my second sister sipped her lips. He pursed his lips and smiled with two beautiful dimples.
"Mom, the third child should be beaten. He changed the score on the paper. The mistake on the paper does not match the teacher's score." After the eldest sister finished laughing, she directly told the problem.
The second sister smiled silently, probably because she was angry and funny about my behavior.
"What, ***, you changed the score?" When my dad heard this, he got angry again and rushed up to beat me, but thinking of Old Man Jiang's instructions, he endured it.
Finally, Old Man Jiang finished the fifty spanks and calmly threw the bamboo piece aside. At this time, my buttocks were already red and swollen. I was lying on the stone table, sobbing and sobbing. I didn’t want to move. I moved my buttocks. It hurts.