Bad brat, how many times did grandpa have you dreamed? Emperor Zhang suddenly woke up and looked around. The gloomy and terrifying environment in the last second turned into a classroom in an instant. . . . . No money to fight.

"Grandpa wants to be a big boss in the underworld"

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stinky brat, how many times did grandpa give you a dream? Everyone said that my grandfather had no money to fight, why didn’t you burn money for me? You take grandpa's words as an insult, right?

Zhang Di suddenly woke up and looked around. The gloomy and terrifying environment in the last second instant turned into a classroom. Dreaming again?

Zhang Di is very depressed. Recently, he has always dreamed of his grandfather who has been dead for many years.

Every time the old man has one purpose, he wants money!

There is always only one excuse. . . . . I don’t have money to fight

I am so old, what kind of war? You can't enjoy the evening. . . How can you enjoy the life of a ghost?

Didn’t I just burned more than 200 million for him a few days ago? It took only a few days to spend it?

is not such a failure.

The old man is below, shouldn’t he be deceived into pyramid schemes?

Zhang Di shook his head, and even thought it was impossible.

Zhang Di, are you having a nightmare again?

A sweet and glutinous voice sounded beside me. It was Qin Meng, a classmate at the next table, the good neighbor of Emperor Zhang.

The little girl is very cute, with a bun, a round face and big eyes, and a petite figure, which can easily make people feel protective.

Well, I don’t know what happened, I have nightmares every time I sleep!

Qin Meng asked in confusion: "Did you dream of your grandfather again?

Zhang Di smiled bitterly and said, "No, I dreamed of my grandfather at least twenty times this month, and I asked me to burn money for him every time.

Qin Meng smiled shyly: "Maybe the old man lives a hard life there. Why don't I accompany you to burn some paper money for my grandfather after school?

After saying that, Qin Meng's pretty face turned slightly red and his eyes dodged!

Zhang Di was a little depressed: "How can he be as hard as mine?" At least I burn hundreds or hundreds of billions of paper money for him every time, but no one has burned it for me! "

Bah, bah, bah!" Qin Meng said anxiously: "You can't say this nonsense. Only when a person dies can you burn money.

Zhang Di yawned and woke up sleepyly, saying, "I knew I wouldn't stay up late to play games last night, which made me sleepy now. "

Qin Meng, I'll sleep for a while, remember to wake me up after class!

"Yes, yes, go to bed!

After saying that, Zhang Di lay on the table and continued to sleep. Before going to bed, he still muttered: "Don't dream about the old man again! The next second!

Zhang Di's eyes were pitch black and gloomy around him. A lifelike burly old man stood in front of him, very similar to the past... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The burly old man blew his beard and stared at him, "What school do you want? I have owed the soldiers a month's military salary."

If you don't pay them military salary, you may be rebellious. You are such a stupid thing.

Haven’t grandpa taught you many times? Why can't you learn it? Paper money is not that burning.

You will burn it like that. Not only will the air polluted, the key is that my grandfather can't receive it, it's really embarrassing me!

"Forget it, no matter how much dream you give me, it will be a waste of magic power. Let's just send someone up and teach you how to burn paper money step by step!"

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

Zhang Di looked horrified: Take me away? What kind of hatred for ?

You are my dear grandfather!

Zhang Di, Zhang Di, wake up quickly, the teacher is here! Emperor Zhang woke up from his sleep and was covered in cold sweat.

The old man wants to take him away? This is so scary. When I looked up, the teacher was already walking in his direction.

If you woke me up earlier, you might not hear the old man's words about tigers and wolfs.

Qin Meng's face turned pink with embarrassment, and she muttered in a low voice: "I see that you are sleeping soundly, so I can't bear to wake you up. . . . . .

Instructor Yang Tao came to Zhang Di, with a bad look and a cold face.Zhang Di, how many times have you slept in my class?

Zhang Di was silent, he forgot. . . . . . . . .

"Every time I go to class, you can get into college. Can you just go home and roast sweet potatoes (forget it!" Yang Tao threw the textbook on the table, clenched his fists and supported him. Tomorrow, call your parents!

Zhang Di scratched his head and said innocently: "Teacher Yang, I don't have a parent, why don't I dig out my grandfather...... . . . You tell him?"

The old man was his only parent during his lifetime. Puff, it's too overwhelming!

Never see a grandson who disrespects the deceased so much. How can he dig out grandfather?

Zhang Di, this kid, is really filial to me. Filial piety is powerful... . . . . .

Around me, a classmate sigh came from all over. Yang Tao's breath was suffocated, and suddenly I remembered that Zhang Di seemed to be the only one at home.

He thought he was angry, and I forgot about this matter.

Yang Tao took a deep breath, his eyes and tone became soft: "Stand up and listen, I will spare you first this time, let me be the example!

Zhang Di grinned: "Thank you Teacher Yang!

Then the bell rang after class, Zhang Di's mouth twitched, and he dreamed that the old man was less than a minute, but the class was over?

Yang Tao said helplessly: "The content of this class is very important, and it was all delayed by your sleep. This Sunday I... . . Let's make up for your lessons!"

After saying that, Yang Tao twisted her peach's buttocks and walked out of the classroom. Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Di did not dare to sleep even though she was sleepy.

was afraid of dreaming of the old man again. He was not afraid of the old man asking for money, but the key was that the old man took him away.

finally got through until school, and with two dark circles on his face, Zhang Di went to a nearby funeral shop.

Boss, if you want a few stacks of ghost coins, you should have a large amount, preferably 10 billion or 100 billion per piece!

200 billion is not enough, then 2 trillion.

There is always a quota that the old man is satisfied with. Zhang Di thought 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? Have you ever been?

The boss remembers him and has been here for more than 20 times this month.

Zhang Di said dejectedly: "Hey, don't mention it. Recently, I dreamed that my grandfather asked me to burn money for him every day."

"Every time I burn 180 billion, and the old man still yelled that it was not enough to spend it. This time I will burn more for him."

The boss laughed: Maybe the old man There is a lot of expenses there, and it is not a big deal for you to burn this way.

, why not, burn an printing machine for the old man?

Zhang Di was shocked; Wori, the printing machine? There is still this thing?

saw Zhang Di was a little surprised, the boss smiled and said, "Buy a slasher, and I want to print as much as I want, so I can save you a dream. "

This is good, this is good.

Zhang Di's eyes shining: "Uncle, you really have an idea, I'll give me a money printing machine, no. . . . . I want three units!

The boss looked relieved: This young man is so filial.

I am such a clever one!

Zhang Di looked at the ashes of three burning paper-printing machines, and smiled with satisfaction.

Grandpa, the money printing machine has burned you. If you are short of money in the future, you will print as much as you want. Don’t let me dream again.

As the sun sets, Zhang Di quickly leaves and finally returns home before dark.

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