Chapter 538： Fighting for the throne

Chapter 538: Conquering the Kingdom

“To express my gratitude to you, I will share the method that classmate Cao taught me to use the Rubik’s Cube to exercise my memory.

Hope it can be useful to you. " Di Guoliang said particularly sincerely.

When he found out that this method was really useful, he asked Cao Yuda, and after getting the latter's consent, he shared the method for this reason.

Di Guoliang feels that all aspects of the body can be strengthened and developed through exercise. For example, his muscles are capable of knocking down a group of adults at the age of thirteen.

Then memory can also be improved astonishingly with daily consistent training.

Not only did he think this, he also smiled and talked to himself at the camera.

“In fact, everyone should have discovered that children’s memories are particularly strong. For example, when they are two or three years old, they will change a lot every day, and suddenly one day they will be able to talk to you normally.

But then we don’t need to memorize a lot of things, and my memory weakens, just like the muscles in my body. If I don’t continue to exercise, it will definitely disappear slowly.

So, after I teach you the method, let’s persevere and make progress together every day! "

Everyone was a little excited. They found pens and paper and put them on the TV cabinet to avoid missing key content.

Di Guoliang did not return to Zhong's house immediately. Instead, he went to the bank to deposit the money into a banknote.

Di’s mother secretly left some money for him because she was afraid that he would be wronged outside. When it comes to children from cities going to live in rural areas, the column team does not allow young guests to bring extra change. However, when children from rural areas go to live in cities, the requirements are not so strict.

However, Di Guoliang never thought about spending the money. After all, he knew that it would be difficult for his mother to support him alone. And he was going to keep the five hundred yuan for Zhong Kangle.

He felt that with these few hundred yuan and his brother's ability to make money by taking on odd jobs, as long as he saved a little, he would be able to finish high school and get out of this family completely.

Di Guoliang couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. Even if he helped his brother conquer the country, would he be able to hold on to it?

Thinking about what I have experienced these days, I can really write a **** ethics drama full of all kinds of plots!

When he walked around and took the **** and salt home, the Zhong family looked at him with resentment, unwillingness and helplessness in their eyes.

But they couldn’t break out openly.

Zhong Meixin's not-quite-white face even had an inconspicuous slap mark, and her nose was still flushed from crying.

Di Guoliang pretended not to know and asked curiously: "Hey, haven't you put food in the house yet? Are you really waiting for me to buy **** and salt?"

"Here it is," Zhong Erjinzi tugged at the corner of her lips and pulled Zhong Meixin to put the sumptuous meals on the table.

Zhong Dajinzi washed the children's hands under the guise of hiding away.

Di Guoliang smiled and took off his backpack and hung it on the clothes rack at the door. He took the things to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, then sat down next to Pei Donggang.

Braised winter bamboo shoots with salted herring, grilled Sixi bran, tofu-wrapped pork, salted roasted white rice, a basket of fried goods, a drawer of boiled yams and sweet potatoes with salted peanuts, etc., a bowl of spicy and sour belly soup, and a bowl of crystal white rice rice.

The meat and vegetables are matched with each other, and are all placed in exquisite sets of dishes and basins. Even the baskets and drawers are artistic, and even the tablecloths are made of plastic materials with dark patterns and lace edges, as if they are in high-end Like a hotel, everything is exquisite.

The table at home is not big, and can accommodate seven or eight people, so the four men in the family, Mrs. Zhong, Di Guoliang and a few boys who can pick up their own food sit at the table, while the women take the girls in the house. eat.

However, the table in the Zhong family is not the one with a hinge like that in Uncle Wei's house, and the soup and rice are placed on the left and right sides of Di Guoliang. In front of it is a plate of Sixi roasted bran, and in the center of the table is a rich harvest, meat and vegetables. All on the opposite side.

Xiahua people are very particular about etiquette, especially when eating with guests. One of the more important points is that you cannot stand up to pick up food, or even put your arms across to pick up food.

Di Guoliang raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

“Hey, do we still have a patriarchal mentality in our family?”

The boys who sat obediently at the dinner table, staring at the meat and salivating, waiting for their elders to say something about eating, couldn't help but tremble all over and buried their heads subconsciously.

“Where, how could it be!” Old Man Zhong retorted with a stern face.

"We city people don't like this kind of ignorance. You are a little guest in our house. Aren't you afraid that it will be too boring for you to eat with adults, so let the boys at home accompany you?"

Di Guoliang said.

Since the audience already knows what kind of people the Zhong family is, no matter what Old Man Zhong says, everyone will only think that he is justifying himself.

Old man Zhong coughed low, his face became excited, and he began to give a speech to everyone. First, he lamented the beautiful life in front of him, thanked the organization, Comrade Mao, thanked the countless soldiers who shed blood, thanked the Shanghai leaders, and thanked the leaders of the factory for their leadership.

Then he talked about the contributions of everyone in the family. The Zhong family listened attentively. When his name was called, he stood up excitedly, held up his chest and raised his head, and gave a short three-part speech.

Others clapped enthusiastically from time to time, looking at Di Guoliang dumbfounded for a while.

The third process is when Old Man Zhong talks about the things he deserves to show off and praise when he is young.

These words made the children's ears become calloused, so naturally they didn't like hearing them, but without an adult's words, they didn't dare to move their chopsticks at all.

But when Old Man Zhong took another sip of water to moisten his throat, Di Guoliang said shamelessly: "Grandpa, the food is almost cold. How can you eat with all the water in your belly?"

Let’s talk about it after we finish the meal. The fishy smell of these seafood becomes stronger as soon as it cools down. Isn’t it a waste of Er Jinzi’s hard work? "

Old man Zhong’s face was particularly ugly.

He felt that his authority as a parent was being challenged, especially by a child who came from the countryside to replace his unpopular grandson, and he was interrupted during the live broadcast!

“What? Grandpa is old and thinks I talk too much and doesn’t want to listen?

Still feel that the good life in front of you has nothing to do with organizational leaders? "

Di Guoliang waved his hands repeatedly with a grimace on his face: "Grandpa, I'm just worried about your health. Seafood should be eaten while it's hot to avoid being cold and hurting the spleen and stomach.

I will keep my gratitude to the organization in mind. If I don’t study hard, will I serve the motherland by attending a military academy in the future?

Besides, my father died for the country. As his only son, my spiritual level cannot be lowered. Please don’t blame me blindly. "

Old man Zhong was choked. He almost forgot that this rural boy had a special status. His father was a martyr and he could not speak harsh words easily.

Zhong Erjinzi smiled and said, "Dad, let's talk while eating and see how anxious these children are."

(End of this chapter)