The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

Wang, feeling guilty, was frightened by Yun Yi's angry shout.

When I turned around, I saw his back as he angrily left with his sleeves swung, and I was at a loss for a moment.

This frightened Wang. Even at her age, she acted like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head guiltily and dared not look at anyone.

The seats in the study were arranged in order of height. Now that the teacher had left, the few children of the old Sang family who were sitting at the back gathered around.

They all looked at their grandmother in silence.

They could see their grandmother's every move clearly from behind.

But because I was sitting far away, I couldn't stop them and could only watch the two, one big and one small, eating and drinking in the classroom.

That guy looked like he was not here for class, but for a spring outing.

Wang, who was shrouded in shadow, raised her head slightly and glanced at the person who came, and she no longer had the fierce posture she used to have.

He just hesitated for a long time and murmured a few words quietly:

"When you go back, don't tell your grandfather, okay..."

After hearing what grandma said, the children almost laughed out loud.

But I had never seen the strong grandma act like this before, and I found it a little funny.

"Grandma, if you help me write the big words, I'll keep it a secret, okay?"

Although Sang Jiale was sitting in the front row and didn't see the whole process of his grandmother disrupting the class, it didn't stop him from being clever.

When Wang heard her grandson's interruption, she immediately stood up in anger, twisted his ear and yelled:

"You bastard! Do you want me to help you eat?

When you get married in the future, will you also need me to help you find a wife? "

At this moment, Wang no longer looked guilty and short of breath. She twisted Sang Jiale's ear and walked out quickly.

It was as if there was a ghost chasing her.

Although his children did not complain after returning home, Grandpa Sang still found out.

Taking advantage of noon, he brought Sang Jiahe and hurried back from the field.

It turned out that Yun Yi had specially asked someone to take him to go to Mr. Sang to complain, intending to escape in the afternoon.

It would be difficult to find an opportunity with Wang around. If they got rid of her and only had a group of children left, they could easily slip away.

At this moment, Wang stood aside like a primary school student and took the scolding from Mr. Sang.

Old Master Sang also felt a headache when he looked at his old wife.

It’s okay to be troublesome when you are young, but why are you still so troublesome when you are old?

Helplessly, he sighed slightly and said:

"Old woman, you are too doting on this child.

You'd better stay at home.

Let Jiahe look after Xiaoba for you."

Sang Jiahe was already nineteen years old, and his family had not planned to let him and the second child, Sang Qingqing, go.

But now...

Fortunately, there is not much work to do in the fields now.

Now almost every household is working hard to open up wasteland, hoping to create more land so that they can have space to grow more potatoes and sweet potatoes next year.

When the children came to class in the afternoon, Yun Yi said that he wanted to take everyone outside to teach them according to their talents.

This time not only the younger ones are happy, but the older ones are happy too.

After listening to the teacher teaching everything in the morning, I thought he would finally teach something useful in the afternoon.

Therefore, everyone was taken out by Yun without any doubt.

The group didn't go far, they were just at the edge of the village, very close to the small river where Chen and her friends washed clothes last time.

The adults who had been following them quietly all the way saw that they did not leave the village, so they watched for a while and then felt relieved and dispersed.

I thought that since Sang Jianguo said that the little girl in their family would keep an eye on Mr. Yun and not let him run away.

Let him teach his children how he wants.

As soon as Yun Yi arrived at the place, he asked everyone to observe the surroundings carefully and experience the artistic conception carefully, and then let the students move around freely.

Shishi is very happy.

Corpse loves physical education class the most.

As soon as the group was dismissed, she started playing around with some kids younger than her.

The older and more sensible children followed the teacher's instructions and looked around carefully.

But after looking at every familiar corner, I couldn't appreciate the artistic conception that the gentleman talked about.

Some children came to the side of the cloud with an open mind and asked humbly:

"Sir, we really don't know what you mean by that.

Could you please give me some pointers, sir?"

Sang Jiaan was considered one of the best students in the school at that time. If the people in Dahe Village had not caused trouble later, he would have been able to pass the examination and become a student.

Yun Yi, who was observing the surroundings and planning an escape route, was forced to interrupt his thoughts.

Looking at the group of children surrounding him, it was not easy to just send them away.

But apart from being able to recognize all the characters, I really don’t know much!

How would he know what artistic conception is?

Helpless, he could only pretend to be in deep thought, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings to see if there was anything he could come up with.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of ants carrying food on a nearby tree.

Inspiration comes!

He put his hands behind his back and walked over with a calm expression.

The children beside them followed without knowing why.

Seeing them following, Yun Yi squatted in front of the army of ants and raised his chin at them.

He asked in a rather unfathomable tone:

"Do you see the meaning behind this?"

Upon hearing this, a group of children of different ages stared at the ants strolling back and forth for a long time with puzzled expressions.

After staring for about an incense stick of time, no one could figure out what was going on.

Finally, Sang Jiaan bowed to Yun and asked humbly:

"Forgive the students' ignorance. I hope you can give me some guidance!"

Yun Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded slightly when he heard this.

Then he pointed a finger at the ant that was moving forward and asked softly:

“Did these ants moving forward see it?”

"Yeah I see, sir!"

After hearing their unanimous response, Yun Yi pointed to a dead ant nearby and asked:

“If you add this, can you feel it?”

The group of children shook their heads again.

Sang Jiaan began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his IQ, and asked in a more humble tone:

"I hope you can clarify this for us, sir."

After hearing this, Yun Yi did not say anything directly, but stood up again, raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked at the distant mountains, acting like a hermit.

Only then did everyone hear his voice coming slowly:

“Take one step at a time.

If it doesn’t work, die halfway.”

......

Everyone: It seems like it's a serious illness, but it also seems to make sense. What's going on?

After hearing this, Sang Jiaan thought:

It’s over. Could it be that my grandfather’s brain was damaged by someone?

Yun Yi didn't get the expected praise from the children, so he curled his lips and told them to go and experience it again before sending them away.

While everyone's attention was not on him, Yun Yi kept quietly moving towards the woods next to him.

If the little girl wasn't there, he would have just used his lightness skills to fly away.