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Chapter 8 Homeland Memory

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"Dou!" Wang Li hung up his phone and put it aside, recalling the scenes just now in his mind. After feeling that something might happen to Zhou Qing, he asked Wang Zhengyi to release the flying sword.

As long as there are coordinates and bearings, the will is not limited by distance. His will directly descends to the flying sword, chases Zhou Qing's spiritual breath, and starts searching directly, and then witnesses an interesting scene throughout the process.

After seeing that scene, Wang Li didn't say anything and directly operated the flying sword over. A thunder fire exploded the surveillance system of the community police station. Then he came back and swept Zhou Qing to clean up all the problems.

After exhausting the storage power of the flying sword, he completed the charging of the flying sword in Wang Juan's boyfriend's room, and finally turned on the automatic cruise mode of the flying sword, allowing him to return to his master's place.

"Interesting. Sometimes an inconspicuous flower can bloom with a charming fragrance like this, and a seemingly ordinary soul can also exude a brilliant light."

"Although it was only a short bloom, a seed was quietly planted, and Zhou Qing could never go back to the past."

"But if a good seed is thrown into the desert, it will never grow, but will gradually die."

"But if it is well cultivated, let the seed take root and sprout, let the glory that her heart expounds slowly grow, and let the little sparks eventually turn into dazzling golden suns, so that you can receive a rare fruit."

Thinking of this, Wang Li showed a smile on his face, which was a surprise to him when he came to the material interface.

After looking at the time, it was already half past five, an hour's drive. Because of Zhou Qing's affairs, it took more than four hours. Wang Li came to his senses and stopped delaying. He drove to his hometown village, where he was born and raised.

Several bare loess mountains correspond to hills with pine and cypress trees. There are large fields of pastoral areas in the middle, a small river and a few streams crisscrossing the countryside, and a dirt road with fragrance of soil. Every few miles apart.

This is Wang Li’s reflection of his hometown in his heart, but he hasn’t come back for a long time. Many things have changed a lot over the years.

Such as cement hardening roads, as well as streams built with cement bricks for comprehensive land improvement in rural areas, and the huge buildings that can be seen in all villages, which are cement factories invested and established by foreign merchants.

Just these two changes completely break his memory.

However, the primary school on the roadside still seems to be no different from the past. It was just that a new teaching building built by the school when he was a child was used for more than 20 years and has become dilapidated and old.

Until now, Wang Li can still clearly remember the scenes that happened in this school. At that time, he never did homework every day, and was then physically punished by the teacher's various thugs and other corporal punishments.

After corporal punishment, he stayed at school to make up for his homework. Of course, he never made up for his homework. He would just throw his schoolbag down through the window upstairs and tell the teacher that he wanted to go to the bathroom.

If he stayed at school, the teacher would not let the students go to the toilet, so he went downstairs empty-handed and ran to the ground floor behind the teaching building. He picked up his schoolbag and ran away. This method has been proven to be true. He has been here for two and a half years in this elementary school.

However, the primary school courses are really not difficult. His mind is pretty good. His grades in this school are actually pretty good. He was once shown off by his grandmother.

Wang Li was once very proud of this matter, but in the first semester of the third grade, he was taken back to the city by his father and studied in the city. At that time, his father was somewhat an official, and the school gave him face and accepted it easily.

However, if you accept a child who is studying in the countryside, you must test it to see if you can follow the class. As a result, Wang Li scored 37 points, and he didn't have to continue in the third grade and was directly down to the second grade.

Looking back now, the difference in education levels between county and rural schools is indeed quite large.

A van drove towards him. The cement hardened road in the countryside was not spacious. Wang Li took the initiative to retreat ten meters, retreated to the wrong lane, and then looked at the place where he had been studying for several years.

When he was a child, he was ignorant of the world and was carefree. It was the happiest time in his memory. Looking at the teaching building in the distance, Wang Li smiled on his face, and all kinds of images in his memory were all kinds of playful images when he was a child.

For example, when taking pictures of jelly skin, the ones are actually filmed with plastic paper that is sealed with plastic paper. There are many colorful patterns on the plastic paper.

At that time, he won a unique Sun Wukong from the children in the neighboring village, which made him almost happy for more than a month. He didn't change dozens of jelly skins for other children.

In school, it is also quite interesting to lift one foot up to fight a cock. There are also a group of people pressing the people in front towards the corner of the wall, called squeezing oil residue or oil pressing. There are also a group of people lying on one person and piled up hills.

Most of the time a group of people plays the most is cardboard and marbles.

After the end of a semester every year, they will fold the books they have read and used homework books to make them into cardboard. Some cardboards have many styles, and there are two sheets of ordinary cardboard folded out of small paper.

There are also dozens of "cannons on earth" folded out of small paper, and large cardboard made from large books and paper.

Wang Li is also a good at making cardboard. He only tore up the homework book and was able to take all the cardboards of other children in the yard home.

Not only cardboard, but also marbles, he was also extremely good at playing with marbles. At that time, he also had a small box to hold the marbles he won. Every once in a while, children from the village and neighboring village would come to his house to buy the marbles he won back.

Every year when camphor tree seeds are released, people will make bamboo guns, which are all bamboo tubes of the right size, and then a camphor tree seed is stuffed at each end, just tightly.

Then use chopsticks to push the camphor tree seeds on one end and push them in, compressing the air in the bamboo tube. As long as it is compressed to a certain extent, the camphor tree seeds on the other end will be "canopy" and are very powerful.

The camphor tree seeds pushed by the chopsticks just reached the bullet position on the other end. At this time, pull out the chopsticks and stuff another camphor tree seed into this end.

In addition to being a bamboo gun, bamboo tubes can also be used as water guns. In that era, the countryside was relatively poor in material resources, so their toys were made by hand by themselves.

"Didi!" The van passed by carefully, afraid of wiping his car, so he drove slowly. Soon after, another agricultural tricycle that is more common in rural areas now rode over.

Wang Li turned his mind from the memory, got off the wrong lane, and continued to move forward.
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