MTL - The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension-Chapter 110 be fined

  Chapter 110 was punished

Looking at the little girl in front of him, the gentleman finally sighed and said: "No matter what the reason is for you to fight, the gentleman does not advocate it. You are students and people who study, how can you always think of using force to solve the problem? Then How is it different from monkeys fighting for territory in the wild?"

   After finishing speaking, he said coldly, "Stretch out your hands."

   Then, Meng Xueji gave them a ruler in the palm of their hand.

   Actually, the beating didn't hurt, but it was punishment, and the meaning of the beating was different.

  Many students are used to being punished frequently, and they get skinny when they are beaten, and they don't feel much.

   It was the first time that Zhao Zhitong was spanked by her husband. It was very light, but she felt the burning pain in the palm of her hand. Seeing the rare black face of her husband, she burst into tears.

   Crying: "Sir, I know I was wrong, and I will never fight in the classroom again, don't you dislike Tongtong."

   Now, even if the husband wanted to be cold-faced, he couldn't cool down anymore. He taught her most earnestly: "Mr. doesn't dislike girls. He is only angry with you and himself. It's because I didn't teach you well."

   Now, Qiao Muchen also began to apologize: "Sir, it's our fault. We didn't learn well. We must change."

   Wei Shulan and Zhao Yue also bowed their heads and apologized softly.

   Meng Xuexue was very satisfied with these four children. Seeing that they admitted their mistakes with sincerity, he put on a straight face and criticized and educated Wei Shulian and the others who were provoking trouble.

  Finally, let all the students clean up the classroom together, and punish each of them to copy the first chapter of "The Analects of Confucius" after returning home, and the teacher will check it the next day.

  So, after school, the four of Zhao Zhitong made an appointment to go to the study of Qiao Muchen's house to copy the Analects of Confucius.

  At this moment, the little guys had already forgotten about the paddle board, chatted and jumped out of the school.

  Zhao Zhitong said happily: "After my family has a study room, I will invite you to my home to do homework."

  Qiao Muchen said in surprise: "Wow, Tongtong, is your family going to build a house?"

   Wei Shulan and Zhao Yue also looked at Zhao Zhitong.

  Zhao Zhitong nodded happily: "Yeah, my dad said, we will build the house before the winter!"

   "Wow! Then, we will definitely go to your house to play."

   Several little radish heads said happily.

  Zhao Zhitong repeatedly agreed: "Okay, okay, when the time comes, I'll let my dad set up a swing in the yard, and you all come to my house to play!"

   A few little radish heads chatted and laughed, and came to Qiao's house.

  After saying hello to Mother Qiao, a few little radish heads entered the study, lay down on the table and began to copy the Analects.

  After copying for a while, Zhao Yue became a little anxious, and said to Qiao Muchen: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't fight for you, and now I have to be punished for copying the Analects."

  Zhao Zhitong was happily copying. Hearing this, he looked at Zhao Yue in puzzlement: "Why, I don't think Mr. has punished us!"

  Qiao Muchen also nodded in agreement.

  Zhao Yue: "If you are punished for copying the Analects, why not?"

  Zhao Zhitong disagreed very much and said, "Then let me ask you, who did you copy the Analects for?"

   Zhao Yue took it for granted: "Of course it was copied for Mr.!"

  Hearing this, Qiao Muchen burst into laughter and said, "Fool, you copied it for yourself."

  Zhao Yue said angrily: "You are a fool, Mr. punished us to copy and then gave it to him. It was originally copied for Mr.!"

  Zhao Zhitong and Wei Shulan also laughed.

  Feeling being ridiculed, Zhao Yue became even more angry: "You guys bully me together, I, I won't be with you!"

   As he spoke, he was about to pack his things.

  After getting along recently, plus Zhao Yue's coming forward, Zhao Zhitong has classified him as a friend.

   Therefore, he grabbed him and said, "We didn't bully you. Think about it, after you copied the Analects, did you remember the content of the Analects, and did you know how to write the words in it?"

   Zhao Yue thought about it and nodded.

  Zhao Zhitong said again: "So, you didn't write it for your husband, you wrote it for yourself. Since you wrote it for yourself, how can it be called punishment."

  Zhao Yue blinked his eyes and thought about it. After a while, he snorted coldly: "Well, what you said makes sense. I'll go home after I finish writing."

   Then, I sat down again and started writing.

   It's just that his mood is a little different this time.

  The little guys didn't speak any more, they lowered their heads and began to copy seriously.

  Qiao Muchen was the first to finish copying. After he finished writing, he picked up the book on the side and began to read.

  At this time, Zhao Zhitong looked up at him, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Qiao Jiaojiao, didn't you promise your mother not to fight before? Why did you fight again today?"

  Qiao Muchen snorted coldly: "I don't like them, so I couldn't help it. But, don't tell my mother, or she will be sad again."

  Zhao Zhitong nodded repeatedly, indicating that her mouth was the tightest. He also pulled Zhao Yue and Wei Shulan to keep it secret.

  Because after fighting the enemy together today, the relationship between the four little guys has gotten a little closer.

   Zhao Yue was the second one to finish writing. After he finished writing, he had nothing to do.

  So he looked left and right in the study, and then found the book Qiao Muchen was reading, and asked, "Qiao Muchen, what book are you reading?"

  Qiao Muchen: "My father left it to me."

  Zhao Yue: "Oh, can you show me?"

  Qiao Muchen pursed his lower lip, took the next book and handed it to him: "Don't break it."

   "Don't worry." Zhao Yue promised, took the book and started to read it. After a while, he said excitedly: "Qiao Muchen, what kind of books are these? They are all short stories. It's so interesting to read."

  Zhao Zhitong: "This was left to him by Qiao Muchen's father, but it's a baby."

  Then, Zhao Zhitong talked about their respective dreams, and Zhao Yue's eyes widened when he heard it.

  At this time Wei Shulan asked: "Zhao Yue, what about you? What do you want to do when you grow up?"

   Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment.

  Zhao Zhitong answered for him: "He said he wanted to sell pork in the market just like his father."

   Zhao Yue's face turned red all of a sudden. He said this before, knowing that it was just an excuse for not wanting to study, and he never felt anything wrong.

  However, since he started studying seriously, he has somewhat understood that scholars have a high status.

   At this moment, comparing with the dreams of Zhao Zhitong and the three of them, he felt that the dream of selling pork seemed a bit unrealizable.

   Then he stuck his neck: "Who said it, it's not."

   The three little ones looked at Zhao Yue with interest for a moment: "What is that?"

   Zhao Yue blushed and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. This was the first time he seriously considered this question.

   Therefore, he didn't know what to do, and finally said arrogantly: "I won't tell you."

Zhao Zhitong thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Yue's shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, if you really want to be like your father, it's okay to sell pork, mother said, everyone's dream is worthy of being respected .”

   Wei Shulan also smiled happily: "Yeah, I think what Tong Tong said is right, then you will become the best butcher in the world who sells pork."

  (end of this chapter)