After school in the afternoon, Qin Dong went to the school cafeteria for dinner. Because of his calculations, eating in the school cafeteria is more cost-effective than making a meal at home. The cafeteria was not contracted out, and the school operated itself, and the school leaders, teachers and students ate here. The hygiene conditions of the kitchen were supervised by many aspects. For many years, there has never been an incident in which teachers and students have health problems due to hygiene.

Many students who have graduated from Xipo Middle School for many years will even choose the cafeteria as a meal center to taste the familiar taste, and take a look at the white and fat aunties who cook and fat heads and big belly chefs.

He also considered Feng Jiujiu's dinner issue, but since she didn't come out for breakfast in the morning, she might not come out at night. If she is hungry, Qin Dong will stir-fry some fried rice for her to eat.

Yesterday I made two dishes from her relatives, but she had no objection. Today I used her relative's eggs, let alone.

After Qin Dong finished his meal, he thought that some of them were not there. Zhu Fengping had already disappeared. He was very alert and would not choose the Internet cafe near the school. Yan Bailu was like a real giant egret, with shadows covering the entire Xipo Middle School and surrounding areas.

From the bus stop opposite the community, Qin Dong saw another exterior wall being demolished. I don’t know if it was really started demolishing it before the relocation of residents, or if it was putting pressure on the nail households.

A truck from the moving company pulled out the pile of family and electrical appliances. Qin Dong hurriedly walked a few steps and saw a small car behind him leaving the community, with a familiar license plate number.

Qin Dong took out his mobile phone and entered the WeChat group "Strict Prevention and Defending for One Hundred Years" which is a contact group established by nail households in the community. It is full of nail households like Qin Dong. Today, the number of members of the group has been reduced by one more time.

"Lao Yan was still swearing yesterday that he would not move anything."

"Actually, I signed it long ago. Yesterday, haha, he had all the money received yesterday, so he went to the restaurant!"

"He said that his mother-in-law needs money when she is sick."

"But go fucking, his wife has been dead for twenty years. Can he still be so filial to his mother-in-law?"

"I won't move anyway. I came to my house today and I beat it with a rolling pin."

"It's not necessary. If they don't demolish violently, we won't resist demolition violently."

"How much did Lao Yan get?"

“…”

“…”

Qin Dong just looked at everyone's speeches and said nothing. The reason why he and others didn't move was different. Looking at everyone's speeches, Qin Dong felt a little moved and walked back home slowly.

When he walked to the door of his house, he heard some sounds coming from the room. Qin Dong didn't dare to feel any joy, but hurriedly took out the key of the room from the meter box and opened the door. He saw Feng Jiujiu.

Qin Dong put the door key back to its original place, closed the door and walked in, and smiled.

"You... aren't in the egg?" After returning alone, no one has been waiting at home for too long. If there is any movement, I feel that it may be my mother. Qin Dong touched the chest tip and asked strangely.

“I don’t need to be in there all the time.”

She must have not been inside all day today. Qin Dong walked into the door and pulled the door, looking at her home in surprise.

Feng Jiujiu did not do a lot of damage.

There was half-eating meal on the dining table, which was definitely not made by Qin Dong, and it didn't look like a takeaway, just like the rude style of a novice cooking that just started cooking.

The newly bought liquefied gas tank for her yesterday was placed in the center of the living room by her, and it was connected to the liquefied gas stove, and the flames were burning.

The temperature in the room was like August. As soon as Qin Dong walked in, he felt a wave of heat coming and sweating on his forehead.

Feng Jiujiu was content, as if she was sitting next to a small stove in December in her cold winter. She was holding a Qin Dong's "History" textbook in her hand, tearing it off page by page and igniting it on the flames.

In Qin Dong's eyes, her expression was like those children who liked to burn fire. The dark patterns like flames in her eyes were faintly visible, her cheeks were slightly bulging, and she looked at her concentration, as if she was doing something amazing.

Qin Dong looked at the pile of black ashes next to him again. There was no doubt that this was not the first book Feng Jiujiu burned, she had already burned a lot!

"You burned my textbook?" Qin Dong reacted, threw down his schoolbag and hurried back to his room to look. There were obviously many books on the desk.

He quickly looked through and checked, and let out a long sigh. Just as most liberal arts students suddenly disappeared one day, it would not affect the development and progress of human scientific and technological civilization. Feng Jiujiu burned all liberal arts books, which had no effect on him.

"I need to understand what happened in this former cultivation land over the years, and the existence and continuation of civilization will be recorded. Although the text is shallow and despicable, it finally records the key nodes in the timeline. I have already known the development history of you humans over the years." After Feng Jiujiu finished speaking, he tore up a few pages of the textbook "History" and burned it.

Qin Dong looked at Feng Jiujiu incomprehensible. As a creature from the ancient times, it is normal to come to the modern world to understand history, but what is your operation to burn books?

After reading "History", I felt that I learned from history, and I learned Qin Shihuang's "burning books"? But Qin Shihuang didn't burn serious books.

"Qiu!" Looking at the confusion in Qin Dong's eyes, Feng Jiujiu screamed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then showed a smile that made Qin Dong's face hot and with a sarcastic smile.

"The basic method of learning for humans who have lost their ability to practice is reading, but I don't need to do this. As long as I burn the books, the text content will naturally be absorbed by the flames, and I just need to absorb the content from these flames." Feng Jiujiu glanced out the window casually, "When I am fully hatched, I will burn the largest library here, so that I can absorb more knowledge to adapt to the contemporary earth environment."

He wanted to get another nuclear bomb equivalent to the Tungus explosion and burn the library. Qin Dong had a headache. Why did he go to climb trees yesterday? What he wanted to hatch was completely a super terrorist!

"You can still study like this." Qin Dong said with some envy. If he had this ability, he would immediately burn all the study materials and textbooks, and then he would hang out in school with an empty schoolbag every day, neither studying nor practicing questions, and pulling Yan Bailu's ponytail every day, making her smoke in her orifices, and then she would look at her with admiration in the college entrance examination and make her doubt her life.

No...why are you competing with Yan Bailu? There is no need to be this, I am not familiar with it.

Qin Dong saw that there were a few books beside her, which was useless, so Qin Dong let her burn it and clean it when she finished burning it.

Qin Dong had no emotions about the things she did. He just wanted to serve her silently. For the sake of his mother's return, he could do anything, let alone such a small matter?

He walked to the table and asked, "Is this your own dish?"

"Thirt!"

At this time, Feng Jiujiu turned around and looked at Qin Dong with a little expectation.

Although she didn't speak, Qin Dong was unexpectedly able to understand the meaning from her screams and eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks.

Qin Dong took the chopsticks and flipped through the dish. The dish was made of mixed with bacon, lily, chopped pepper, potatoes, cabbage hearts, etc. and mixed with various seasonings... Maybe it was fried? With Feng Jiujiu's love for liquefied gas stoves, it seemed unlikely that she would not need to use fire.

There are often any young lady who is not good at cooking on TV who cooks dark dishes for the first time. It makes people eat a bite and feel like epilepsy or poisoning. Qin Dong doesn't believe it. At most, it's a bit unpalatable. How exaggerated can it be?

Qin Dong tasted it and it tasted average and was not delicious, but it was not as good as it could not swallow, which was almost the same as Qin Dong's cooking skills.

So Qin Dong nodded and took a bowl. He decided to pick up all the bacon inside and eat it. Bacon is really a luxury and must not be wasted.

"Chirp!"

Feng Jiujiu watched Qin Dong eat the dishes she cooked, and her screams were filled with joy.

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Chapter completed!