On May, the first day of Gengyin, the relief was coming, and the country was already frozen and hungry, leaving white bones on the road.

--"Xia Ji·Emperor Ai·Sixth Year of Tianfeng"

The natural disaster has finally passed, and Wang Yuanwai can never forget it. When the relief from the court was delivered to the victims, the victims' expressions were not overjoyed, but dull, and then they burst into tears: "God, why didn't you arrive earlier? My poor Xiao Wu! You are only three years old!" At this time, Xiao Wu was already a bone. He felt sad when he heard it, and he felt tears.

Natural disasters can still be provided for relief, but what about man-made disasters?

No matter what, the disaster year has passed, and the land of China has returned to peace. But how many undercurrents are surging under this calm?

In the eleventh year of Tianfeng, as the villagers returned one after another and the refugees from other places moved in, Wangzhuang also returned to what they looked like before the disaster.

Although the memories brought to the people by the famine are painful, as long as there is hope, people will not be stingy with their own efforts. A group of children shouted, fought and rushed around the village, bringing waves of laughter and scolding from adults.

At this time, a six- or seven-year-old child came to the entrance of the village. He was dressed decently, walking square steps like a little adult, shaking his head and chanting: "Confucius said: 'Man can promote the Tao, but not the Tao, but the people.' Therefore, the governance of chaos and abolition depends on oneself, and it is not destined by heaven, and it cannot be reversed; what they are following is a perverse behavior, and it is a loss of their rule..." The children who were originally laughing around suddenly surrounded him and chattered like a group of little sparrows: "Master Wang is here!" "What happened to Sun Wukong after being pressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain?" "Yes, yes, continue!"

That's right, this is Wang Bo. Looking at the anxious look of these mud monkeys, he couldn't help but feel funny: Hehe, it wasn't like this when you first formed the Anti-Bo Volunteer Army. Uh!

At the beginning, a group of children were together and mud. Wang Bo was about to find the fun of his childhood, but he was bombarded. There was no way, who made Xiao Wang Bo speak well at a young age and was known as a prodigy. When the adults in Wangjia Village taught their children a lesson, they could not help but refer to it and push Wang Bo to the stage of being dictatorial. Wang Bo was still wondering: "Hmph! If it weren't for Article 38 of the "Agent Code" stipulated that you should hide yourself at any time, who would rather play with you little kids!" (Bunzi: Then you could speak well so early, so you would not violate the "Agent Code"? Wang Bo: You are also annoyed when you lie in bed for a few months! If you don't die in silence, you will explode in silence! Of course, you will inevitably sell a few more words... Sneak~)

"What should I do? I can't complete the task assigned by the party...hehe!" The boy thought about it, "Do you want to hear the story?"

The boss of this group of children, Hutou, said disdainfully: "My grandfather is the oldest in the village. I have heard all his stories. What stories can you have?"

"Hehe, have you heard of the story of the Monkey King?" Wang Bo said to himself: I have something in my heart, and I am not afraid that you won't take the bait!

Tiger head's eyes rolled over and thought for a while: "Then come and listen!"

"Listen! After Pangu opened the world, the world was divided into four continents..." As the story expanded, the children's eyes slowly straightened and were immersed in Wang Bo's mythical world...

Since then, every evening, a group of little guys have been closely united in Wang Bo - uh, they are closely united around Wang Bo's story. Gradually, a group of adults have been attracted to Wang Bo as listeners. So Wang Bo's reputation as the "Stories King" spread like wildfire, and the village jokingly called him "Story Master Wang Master"...

As the number of Wang Bo's stories soared, his status in the minds of his friends also rose steadily, and he was already the unquestionable king of children at this time.

Amid the chirping of a group of children, Wang Bo coughed and made a quiet gesture: "Parts, from today on we have an interesting game. Only those who have passed the game can listen to stories in the evening, hehe, assign according to work."

The children are all a little energetic and are still very interested in various games. Besides, they can still listen to stories. Why not do it? They applauded.

Wang Bo smiled strangely again: "You have to agree first, you can't quit the middle! You will be called a coward, and you can't quit!" He thought to himself, "If you don't give you a vaccination, you might all run away the next day."

"Since everyone has agreed, let's start from tomorrow's hour and hour!" Wang Bo's devilish smile appeared, but his face was automatically purified as "I am a good citizen! I am very kind!"

Early the next morning, a group of small things started the so-called "five-kilometer cross-country" around the village under Wang Bo's leadership, which was actually just running around the village. They shouted "I'm not a coward!" and attracted the old man who got up early to pick up the feces and pointed.

I fucked the little things in the morning, but I didn't dare to say it, for fear of being a "coward" in the future. Even Wang Bo himself thought: "Damn, this child's body is not good, look at me, I'm breathless. Will I reduce it tomorrow? Or the buns will say that I will destroy the buds of the motherland..."

Next, Wang Bo conducted queue training and gave the command. This time, he only wanted to be neat and not exaggerated. A group of children thought it was really fresh to play like this, and they were very happy.

At the end of the training at noon, Wang Bo said with a smile: "Is it fun?" The friends said in unison: "It's fun!"

Wang Bo said twice: "Then we will play like this every morning from now on. In the afternoon, why don't you be bullied? Listen to the story in the evening. Do you think it's okay?"

Wang Bo made fun and not fun pairing sales, and the children were immediately excited: "Okay!"

"By the way, we have to name our team, just call the Young Agents Team!"

"What is an agent?"

"That's the great career we will pursue in the future!"

Huge demon wings spread behind Wang Bo, and the children in Wang Village were collectively abducted.

The villagers saw a strange phenomenon: a group of people making trouble walked in the queue, punched and listened to stories. Old Man Zhang sighed: "At the age of three, and aged seven, Wang Bo will become a great man!"

From then on, the Wangcun Special Agent School, which was widely praised and criticized by later generations, was born. The villagers still supported Wang Bo. Due to the three major disciplines and eight points of attention announced by Wang Bo, the chickens, ducks, goose eggs in the village will never disappear for no reason, and pigs, cattle and sheep will not cramp intermittently. The villagers were very happy about the children's sensibility, but they did not know that this place would be called "the ancestral home of intelligence departments around the world" by later history books.
Chapter completed!