For Fang Ning, what he can't wait to do now is not how much money he can make for the whole family, nor does he want to seize the pulse of the high-profile times, or push his father to the throne of power like those rebirth novels, make up for those regrets he never had, and then have a perfect life to the end.

He wanted to do a lot, but for him now, those goals are too far away.

I just want to wait until the sun comes out every day, eat the noodles cooked by my grandma, and go to school with my schoolbag to face the new day under the fluffy and lush banyan tree, and enjoy a warm life like light particles.

Although he is very unpromising and can be said to have lost all the faces of those reborn people, he is just an ordinary person. He cannot start a business group at any time and be a big and small official. He can neither become a rich generation nor a rich second generation.

Some people may say that he could gain amazing wealth through the foresight of his previous life, but he didn't want to do that. Although rebirth is undoubtedly the golden finger given to him by God, how to use it is his freedom. Such as lottery, stocks, funds, and movies, such as fast-moving passages, but for him, his memory for more than ten years is too vague. He only remembers a few grand events in history and cannot accurately remember the detailed events of which day and day. Even the girls who were smiling like flowers in junior high school were already blurred, so how could he ask too much?

It's a bit frustrating to think about it this way.

Fortunately, he was afraid of trouble and threw it aside when he encountered problems. If he really got to the point, he wouldn't have to trap himself in the alley?

But my family really wants to get rich, but I can only walk step by step. This is a gradual process that cannot be impatient. I can't eat a fat man in one breath. Even if I really have wealth falling from the sky, I can't sleep in my pocket. Moreover, my father is young and strong. Before it's his turn to find a way out for the family, I am young and in my prime.

What you need to do now is to study hard and repay your parents and teachers with excellent grades. The serious thing is to live up to expectations!

But when it's time to be nervous, you still have to be nervous.

For example, the ice disaster that is rare in a century is like the sword of Damocles hanging above your head. Danger is at any time. Fang Ning has to take action for his own life, even the lives of his family and the whole village.

The ice disaster came from the end of 2007 to early 2008, and the frozen weather disaster that widely affected southern traffic.

There are still three months left before the arrival of the ice disaster. Anti-freezing quilts, daily necessities, candles that act as power supply after power outages, and all of them need to be prepared. They must be collected within these three months. These materials must be able to ensure all living needs in Shanshu Village. As for Hongjia Village and even Yunzhezhuang, which is farther away, have nothing to do with him.

In essence, Fang Ning is a cold-hearted person. Unless it is related to the people around him, he will not risk doing this at the risk of huge responsibilities.

Moreover, this matter must be kept confidential enough. There should not be many people who know it, and they must be stern. The fewer people who know it, the better. Who to do this and what reason to collect materials has become a problem in Fang Ning's mind.

"Heart, headache," Fang Ning sighed in his heart.

Floating Qizhizhi was written on the podium with math problems. He turned around and patted his palms stained with chalk dust. His eyes passed over the row of students and fell on Fang Ning's face. He leaned his head, held his cheek with his hands, turned his pen holder, and stared blankly at the big banyan tree outside. The yellow sycamore leaves outside fell from time to time, but the careful floating branches revealed that his mind was not on the sycamore tree, and he was completely distracted.

As a teacher, you have never had a good face for such students who are so happy in class.

Her face turned cold, and her fingernails knocked on the wooden podium, making a dull sound. The rustling sound in the classroom suddenly stopped, and there was no crow, and the silence was terrible. The heads of all sizes shrank, and then looked back at the place where Teacher Fu's eyes were directed, and he saw Fang Ning's face was at a loss and his expression was as innocent as he was.

When Fang Ning saw that the audience was focused on him, he didn't know that he was distracted and was caught by Teacher Fu in a positive state.

Instead of waiting for Teacher Fu to sit and wait for death, it is better to take action first.

"Teacher, I'm just thinking about solving the math problem on your blackboard. I usually think that the question looks like this. This is my draft of the problem solving. I just thought about the idea of ​​answering it."

Fang Ning spoke very sincerely. His gentle and good boy's appearance was very deceptive. In addition, he did write a draft of the problem-solving in the notebook when he was bored in class, so this statement was completely overwhelming, but he was still a little guilty inside.

Floating Qizhizhizhizhi was half-believing and half-doubted, walked down the podium, walked through the desk alley, and stopped in front of the table.

His fair hand picked up his notebook, which did indeed write the draft of the question on the blackboard. He also saw that his expression was not as fake, so he believed most of the time.

This is also because Fang Ning has been well-behaved and sensible since the start of school, and never makes trouble. He completed the homework he should hand in on time. It was basically correct. He could answer the questions in class. If he had been replaced by another naughty boy, he would not believe his words at all.

Fu Qizhi looked slightly slower, his eyebrows stretched out, and he asked him to answer this math question and let him sit down. He just said a few words to him and said this a few words in the future.

After sitting down, he was still a little uneasy. After all, it was still a bit wrong to deceive the teacher like this. This was due to Teacher Fu Mianhe's personality. In addition, if it were Teacher Fang Chengzhong, he would have seen it out at first sight.

After school at noon, he and Fang Wei were walking on the mountain road to go home. The students passing by looked at him in groups of three or five. Some people were secretly talking, and some people were secretly sticking out their tongues. Fang Wei was not sure, so he thought he had something embarrassing.

Fang Ning looked at the nose and the heart, and the old spirit was there, and he ignored it.

The two of them walked home along the mountain road, passed by the sheep pen, carefully checked to see how much salt was left in the bamboo tube, and then pushed open the doors and windows inside the sheep pen to ventilate.

The old house's stove was already filled with smoke from cooking, and the faint blue smoke was like a gust of wind, and another gust of wind was gone.

As soon as Fang Ning entered the yard, before he could open the straw fence door, Fang Wei was surprised, "Are guests coming to your home?"

"How do you know?"

"There are residual fruits and wine cups on the pavilion." Fang Wei wondered why the old man who had always been smart was always confused today.
Chapter completed!