Chapter 164 (Happy 520, although I am still single)
The next day, Manbao said mysteriously to Bai Shanbao, "There are bandits in the mountains."
Bai Shanbao turned around suddenly, his eyes shining, and asked with clenched fists, "Which mountain? Did you see it?"
"No, my fourth brother said so." Manbao looked at him puzzledly, "Why are you so angry?"
Bai Shanbao snorted and said, "I hate bandits the most. From now on, I will definitely kill all the bandits in the world."
Manbao nodded. "It's wrong for bandits to rob people, but you don't have to kill them all. And can you kill them all? It's not that I despise you, but you're not as good at fighting as I am."
"That's because you're a girl, so I'm letting you go." Bai Shanbao shouted excitedly, "If I use force, you won't be able to beat me."
"Humph, do you dare to fight at the door?"
"You have to promise me not to bite anyone." Bai Shanbao hated fighting with Manbao. Every time she couldn't beat him, she would bite, and he couldn't bite back, so he always lost.
Manbao was a little embarrassed, but he said stubbornly: "Fighting means winning by any means necessary. I didn't forbid you from biting me."
Bai Shanbao gritted his teeth and wanted to bite her right now.
Bai Shanbao snorted and turned away, ignoring her. He even pulled the book next to her and took out a spare stone. He reinforced the middle line to make it more obvious, "You are not allowed to cross this line."
"If I'm not going to surpass you, then I won't, humph!" Manbao dragged his stool over and sat a little closer to the edge. He also snorted at him, then said, "Those bandits all know martial arts, the kind that can make them soar through the sky. You can't even jump high, so how can you fight them?"
Bai Shanbao was stunned. "The bandits are so powerful?"
"Of course!"
Koko, who lured the host into buying some storybooks: ...It must be some storybook that contains ancient martial arts novels, we're done for!
Bai Shanbao didn't care about being angry with her anymore. He dragged a stool over and asked, "How did you know?"
"I, I heard it from someone else. Since it's written down in a book, it should be correct."
Bai Shanbao didn't believe it because his family also had guards. When they first came here from Longzhou, his grandmother specially hired people from the escort agency to escort them, and he didn't see them flying around.
However, they didn't encounter any robbers on the road and had a safe journey. Perhaps it was because they didn't have the opportunity to show off?
Bai Shanbao felt very regretful. It would have been great if they had encountered a robbery at the beginning. Then they could have seen the people from the escort agency fighting.
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Manbao picked out one of her favorite stories and told it to him. She loved listening to stories, reading stories, and of course, telling stories the most in her life.
Obviously, the description in the book may not be so vivid, but she added her own understanding, and gesticulated while telling the story. Not only Bai Shanbao, but even the students beside her were stunned.
Bai Erlang had moved his stool next to Manbao at some point and was listening with great interest, supporting his chin.
Mr. Zhuang, who came with books to teach the children, found that the whole class was surrounding Manbao. Manbao was surrounded by everyone. Not only was she not panicked, but she was very excited. She wanted to stand on the table and tell stories.
However, considering the master's majesty, she did not dare to do so, but she still danced with joy.
Just as Mr. Zhuang was about to knock on the door to remind them, he heard Manbao say, "In the blink of an eye, Yuchi Gong swept the enemy general off his horse with a single whip..."
Bai Erlang couldn't help but applaud and asked repeatedly, "What happened next? What happened next?"
Manbao took out his bamboo tube from the small bookcase, took a sip of water and said, "Give me a while to relax."
Mr. Zhuang waited until Manbao finished speaking and reached a climax before knocking on the door.
When the students turned around, they saw Mr. Zhuang standing at the door. They didn't know how long he had been there. The children immediately scattered like frightened fish, and soon everyone around Manbao had left.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Manbao and said, "Don't leave after school. Come to my yard."
Seeing Bai Shanbao beside her, he added, "Bai Shan, come too."
The two children looked at each other and lowered their heads silently, feeling very guilty.
Mr. Zhuang didn't scold them. He just asked about the whole story and then asked Manbao, "Where did you get the story from?"
"It's in a collection of stories."
Mr. Zhuang asked, "Can you show it to me?"
Manbao asked Keke in her heart. Keke had already quickly scanned the storybook she bought and after confirming that there was no inappropriate content, she said, "Okay."
As for those non-existent dynasties, that was very easy to explain, because in Koko's opinion, these storybooks were written in an outrageous way. They were written by humans in the 22nd century of the Earth Era, imitating the descriptive habits of humans in the 19th and 20th centuries, but most of the stories were written before the 16th century.
In Koko's opinion, except for the correct names of the characters in those stories, all other events were imagined by him. It must be that the host bought too many books during this period, so he didn't notice that the host had bought such worthless garbage books.
It seems that I have to be more careful next time. The host is stingy and not very willing to spend points. In this case, if I want to spend points, of course I have to spend them wisely.
For example, could you give me some books on various planting science and technology?
Koko was thinking silently in his heart, while Manbao had already squatted down and pretended to search in the book box, then found the storybook and handed it to Mr. Zhuang to read.
Mr. Zhuang flipped through the book and found that none of the dynasties described in it were real, and even the time was a mess. This was not a storybook at all, but a fabricated storybook.
How can children watch this kind of thing?
Mr. Zhuang rubbed his forehead and asked Manbao, "Did your family buy this for you? Is your family so rich now?"
The book Manbao is using now is still hand-copied by Mr. Zhuang. After all, there are not many words in it, so Mr. Zhuang copied it for her when he was practicing calligraphy.
Because he was copying it for his beloved disciple, Mr. Zhuang did not use regular script, but instead used his favorite running script. It seemed a bit sloppy, but it was very beautiful, and Manbao liked it very much.
Manbao said: "It was not bought by my family, I exchanged it for it myself."
Mr. Zhuang asked, "What did you exchange it for?"
"Use grass!"
Keke thought to himself: That’s right, grass for points, points for books.
Mr. Zhuang assumed she was exchanging it for the Centella asiatica she'd picked that summer, which wasn't very expensive. He didn't blame her, but he did warn her, "Don't be so reckless in the future. Be careful of being cheated. This book isn't a storybook, it's a fabricated narrative. It doesn't even describe the dynasties I've heard of. It's useless and addictive. Don't read it anymore."
"But the people inside are so powerful, sir. Are those who know martial arts like what's written in the books, where those with great lightness skills can walk on snow without leaving a trace and fly on water?"
(End of this chapter)
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