"Brat, how many times has grandpa given you a dream?

"I told you that grandpa has no money for the war, why don't you give me money? You've turned a deaf ear to grandpa's words, haven't you? Zhang Di woke up with a start and looked around, the environment that was eerie in the last second had turned into a classroom in no time, was it a dream again?

Zhang Di is very depressed, in recent times, he can always dream of his grandfather, who died many years ago.

Every time the old man just one purpose, want money!

There is always only one excuse .... There's no money for the war!

What's the point of fighting at your age?

Can't you just live your life in peace... Enjoy your life in peace?

Didn't you just burn over 200 billion dollars for him a few days ago? You've spent it all in just a few days?

That's no way to lose money.

The old man is at the bottom. He won't be tricked into a pyramid scheme, right?

Zhang Di shook his head, thinking about it, he also felt that it was impossible.

"Zhang Di, are you having nightmares again?"

-a sweet and sticky voice sounded by his side, it was Qin Meng, a classmate at the next table and Zhang Di's good neighbor.

The little girl was very cute, with a pill head, round face and big eyes, and a petite and delicate figure, it was easy for people to feel protective.

"Well, I don't know what's wrong, I have nightmares every time I sleep!

Qin Meng said suspiciously: "Did you dream about your grandfather again?"

Zhang Di laughed bitterly: "No, I've dreamt about my grandfather at least twenty times this month, and every time he asked me to burn money for him.

Qin Meng smiled coyly: "Maybe the old man is having a hard time over there, why don't I accompany you to burn some paper money for your grandfather after school?

After saying that, Qin Meng's pretty face was slightly red and her eyes were averted!

Zhang Di is a bit depressed: "He is as bitter as I am? At least I've burned hundreds or hundreds of billions of paper money for him every time, but I haven't seen anyone burn it for me! "Blah blah blah!" Qin Meng said anxiously, "You can't say this nonsense, you can't burn money until a person dies." Zhang Di yawned, his sleepy eyes woke up loosely and said: "I should have known that I wouldn't have stayed up late to play the game last night, making me sleepy as hell right now. "Qin Meng, I'll sleep a little more, remember to wake me up when class starts!

"Uh-huh, you sleep!

After saying that Zhang Di lying on the table to continue to sleep, before sleeping, his mouth still do not forget to mutter a sentence: "Do not dream of the old man again!

As a result, the next second!

Zhang Di in front of a dark, eerie surroundings, a lifelike stout old man stood in front of him, very much like the former . ...." Grandpa, why are you here again?"

Zhang Di cried and laughed: "I have not yet finished school, you want me to burn money, always have to wait for me to burn after school for you, right? The stout old man blew his beard and glared: "What school? I owe the soldiers a month's pay." If I don't pay them again, I'm afraid I'm going to revolt against grandpa, you're a wooden lump, but you're really stupid."

"Didn't Grandpa teach you many times? Why can't you learn? That's not the way to burn paper money.

"If you burn it like that, it pollutes the air, and Grandpa can't receive it, so it's a shame!

"Forget it, it's a waste of power to give you more dreams. Why don't you just send someone up there to teach you how to burn paper money?

"If you still can't learn, grandpa will bring you down and personally teach you how to burn paper money!

Zhang Di looked horrified :o((o~0))0.

Take me down?

What kind of grudge is that?

You are my own grandfather!

annnnandsnnn.

"Zhang Di, Zhang Di, wake up, teacher is coming over!"

Zhang Di woke up from his sleep in a cold sweat.

The old master wants to take himself away? This is too scary.

Looking up, the teacher was already walking in his direction.

Geez, dreaming again, can't the old master stop?

Zhang Di muttered in a low voice: ''Qin Meng, didn't I tell you to wake me up before class? If you woke yourself up earlier, you might not have heard the old man's tiger and wolf words, Qin Meng's small face turned pink with embarrassment and muttered in a small voice: "I saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn't have the heart to wake you up ... ....

The lecturer, Yang Tao, came to Zhang Di, his eyes unkind and cold.

"Zhang Di, how many times have you slept in my class?"

Zhang Di was silent, he forgot ....

"You sleep in my class every time, can you go to college in this condition? Why don't you just go home and roast groundnuts!"

Yang Tao slammed his textbook on the table, clenching his fists to support his waist in anger.

"Call your parents here tomorrow!" (*

Zhang Di scratched his head and said with an innocent face, "Teacher Yang, I don't have any parents, how about I dig up Grandpa... You tell him?

The old man was his only parent when he was alive.

"Pfft, too top!"

"I've never seen a grandson who disrespects the dead so much.

"God damn digging up grandpa?

"This kid, Zhang Di, is so filial.

"Filial piety out of powerful . ....

A piece of students' sighs came from all around.

Yang Tao breath a room, suddenly remembered, this Zhang Di, as if he is the only one in the family, look at the gas he gave himself, this thing is forgotten.

Yang Tao took a deep breath, her gaze and tone became softer: ''Stand and listen to the lecture, this time I'll spare you first, it won't happen again! Zhang Di grinned: ''Thank you, Ms. Yang!"

Then the bell rang, Zhang Di's mouth twitched, just dreaming about the old man for less than a minute, and as a result, a lesson was over?

Yang Tao said with a helpless face: ''The content of this lesson is very important, it was all delayed by you sleeping, this Sunday I... Make up the lesson for you!

After saying that, Yang Tao walked out of the classroom with her peachy buttocks twisting.

Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Di didn't dare to sleep even though he was sleepy.

He was afraid of dreaming about the old master again.

He was not afraid of the old man asking for money, but he was afraid of the old man taking him away.

Finally getting through to the end of the school day, Zhang Di, with two dark circles under his eyes, hoofed it to a nearby funeral store. "Boss, come with a few piles of plutonium coins, in large amounts, preferably 10 billion or 100 billion a piece!"

If 200 billion wasn't enough, then two trillion.

There will always be an amount that the old man is satisfied with

Zhang Di thought this in his heart.

The middle-aged fat boss saw Zhang Di and asked in surprise, "Young man, why are you here again? Didn't you just come yesterday?" The boss remembered him, he had been here more than twenty times this month.

Zhang Di hung his head in shame and said: "Harm, don't mention it, recently every day I dreamed that my grandfather asked me to burn money for him.

"Every time you burn a thousand or eighty billion, the old man is still yelling not enough to spend, this time I burned him more over.

The boss laughed and said: "Maybe the old man over there expenses are relatively large, you so this burning method is not a thing." Why don't you burn a money printing machine for the old man over there?"

Zhang Di was shocked;Woori, a money printing machine? There is such a thing?

Seeing Zhang Di a little surprised, the boss laughed: "Burn a money printing machine, want to print as much money as possible, also save you dream.

This is good this is good.

Zhang Di's eyes were glowing: "Uncle, you really have an idea, give me one money printing machine, no... I want three!

The boss looks relieved: this young man is too filial.

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