The story of "trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead" perfectly illustrates the chicken-stealing contest.
When Granny Long appeared, she confessed without hesitation that she was starving and, in order to get revenge on Zheng Ya for causing him to suffer retribution by pulling down his pants, she instigated Bang Geng to steal chickens, ruining the child's mind and hindering Professor Zheng Ya's progress in helping Bang Geng become a better person.
Anyway, dealing with Zheng Ya is the right thing to do.
Banggeng became a tool for Granny Long to deal with Zheng Ya.
Grandma Long brought this up on the spot, hoping to embarrass Zheng Ya. Zheng Ya sneered, "Old hag, you got a stomachache yourself and now you want to frame me? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
“Grandma Long, you can’t talk nonsense. What retribution? That’s all nonsense. You’ve made a mistake by slandering Zheng Ya, a national hero. If you’re seriously punished, being paraded through the streets would be the least of your worries.” Yan Fugui stood up to defend Zheng Ya’s rights.
The people in the courtyard chimed in, "That's right! What kind of retribution is this? It's clearly because you ate bad food and taught the bad guy to steal chickens! What kind of person are you!"
"No manners, taking advantage of his age, should be sent to the countryside for labor reform?"
"That's right, we can't tolerate bad elements in our compound!"
"Raise your hand if you agree to send Old Lady Long, a bad element, to the countryside for labor reform?" Xu Damao shouted angrily, and everyone in the courtyard raised their hands.
Even Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu, who didn't want to raise their hands, lowered their heads and raised their hands to vote when they saw the people in the courtyard staring at them intently.
The entire hospital unanimously approved, which terrified Old Lady Long, who sat on the ground crying and throwing a tantrum: "No, I won't go to the countryside! I'm sick, I'll die! Waaah!"
"Qin Huairu, you personally escorted Grandma Long home. Banggeng, you tell me, where did you put the old hen?" Yan Fugui directly dismissed him.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless and that crying and making a fuss was of no use, Qin Huairu got up indignantly and pulled Old Lady Long out.
Grandma Long refused to comply, but Qin Huairu dragged her away with great strength.
They dragged it out like a dead dog.
The old lady screamed in agony as she was dragged along, but Qin Huairu ignored it all. "You've corrupted my mother and my child! I'll drag you to your death!"
No one in the courtyard sympathized with Old Lady Long; apart from Yi Zhonghai, who had some reservations, everyone acquiesced.
Under Yan Fugui's interrogation, Banggeng said, "The old hen was eaten alive by Granny Long. I... I was terrified and ran away..."
"Damn it, Old Lady Long ate a raw hen! She's gone mad!" Xu Damao laughed in anger. Going mad is good, sending her to a mental hospital will be even more fun.
Yan Fugui didn't want to escalate the matter, so he waved his hand and said, "Alright, I will report the issue of Old Lady Long to the neighborhood committee and wait for their decision."
In this incident, Banggeng was misled by Granny Long into stealing chickens and did something wrong.
"Little stick, you'll have to sweep the yard for half an hour tomorrow as punishment for your mistake. Do you agree?"
"I...I understand. I'll sweep the yard." Banggeng agreed under the watchful eyes of the people in the yard. Sweeping the yard is fun!
Is there any hope for the pheasant? If not, it might turn bad?
Zheng Ya sensed that the bad habits of Jia Zhangshi and her son had influenced him, making him somewhat extreme in his character. He would turn bad if provoked.
However, if we try to save the team, making the planning and guidance too obvious will arouse suspicion and make people have ulterior motives. It's a difficult situation!
Why not try accelerating the growth of the pheasant's intelligence? Zheng Ya had the idea of experimenting with the supernatural ability to accelerate time. After Yan Fugui announced the end of the meeting, he quietly accelerated the development of the pheasant's brain cells.
Bang Geng seemed to have an epiphany, and his intelligence skyrocketed, soaring from the level of a three-year-old to that of an eight or nine-year-old.
After Zheng Ya deliberately guided him to improve, Bang Geng instantly distinguished between good and bad, realized his mistake, and lowered his head in shame as he walked away.
The results are promising, but further observation is needed.
The consumption of 100 each of the virtue and guilt values accelerated the growth of Bang Geng's intelligence cells, which satisfied Zheng Ya. However, he was unsure whether Bang Geng's body would be affected.
This is a new topic that requires continuous observation.
After all, accelerating digestion in Grandma Long's stomach led to dehydration and hunger to the point of eating a raw old hen, which shows that the body can change due to changes in local cells.
It seems that more attempts are needed to understand the more subtle abilities of the time-accelerating power.
"Shasha," Wu Wei followed them to the central courtyard of the Zheng family's courtyard house: "Secretary Song brought a group of people."
You have a new toy!
"You want to take them all?" Zheng Ya felt that this girl always had a strange and sarcastic demeanor and tone, which he really couldn't get used to.
She acted like someone owed her tens of thousands of dollars.
Wu Wei sneered, "Hmph, I don't care about your crooked methods. Be careful not to go mad and die, or you'll make my adoptive mother sad. You unfilial son!"
"You haven't brushed your teeth in three years, and you speak so rudely. Aren't you afraid of suffocating yourself? Why don't you go and bring the person in through the back door? What are you waiting for?" Zheng Ya wasn't going to tolerate him and retorted directly.
Wu Wei stomped her foot in anger and left: "Hmph, stingy, no manners, watch out you choke on your water, eat your food, or bite your tongue..."
"Nothing in the world is more difficult to raise than a woman with a sharp tongue. Old Yuan, quickly take her back, tie her to a tree, and train her with a whip..." Zheng Ya called out to Old Yuan.
Old Yuan, observing everything from the central pavilion of the planting base, laughed in exasperation and transmitted his voice: "You brat, your mouth is even more venomous than my daughter's."
If I weren't outmatched by you, you'd be half-paralyzed by now.
"Tch, you two come at me together!" Zheng Ya felt that Old Yuan was a doting father, spoiling and indulging his daughter by always being obedient and protective of her. He was simply misleading her!
Old Yuan ignored him, closed his eyes, and stuffed a century-old spiritual herb into his mouth to aid his cultivation. He chewed the herb fiercely, as if he were biting Zheng Ya's flesh to vent his resentment. "You bullied my daughter, how despicable!"
Wu Wei led Secretary Song and her entourage through the back door of the courtyard building into the courtyard, where thirty-eight people entered one after another.
Secretary Song leaned closer to Zheng Ya and said, "They are all elites from textile companies. Do you think you could help them learn textile techniques?"
"Light industry textile technology can be learned. I can guide them to learn textile technology. Don't misunderstand me." Zheng Ya had explained to Secretary Song many times that the planned and guided learning period would not exceed three days, and the success would depend entirely on individual talent.
After all, academic learning is guided by planning, and it is essentially a temporary memory inputted into the brain from the outside. If individuals do not consume and absorb it into their own knowledge, it will all be wasted.
The way ordinary people remember things is that they tend to forget what they have experienced.
It's like when a person looks in a mirror, they are very familiar with their own appearance, but once they are no longer looking at themselves in the mirror, their image of themselves becomes blurry in their mind.
This is the limitation of the spirit, soul, and will of ordinary people, and one characteristic: forgetfulness.
Secretary Song smiled and apologized, "Yes, yes, look at my memory, I said the wrong thing again."
"Let's begin, shall we mentor out a few more engineers specializing in textiles?"
"Forget about being an engineer, wouldn't it be better to become an expert and professor directly?" Zheng Ya has now mastered the abilities of the elites from both the Japanese invaders and North America, and guiding the Chinese people into the era of technological explosion is basically no problem.
The thirty-eight people were both puzzled and shocked. Was this person crazy?
They're exaggerating to the point of being outrageous, who would believe them?
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