Zhenguan Leisurely King

Chapter 45
The three looked at me again, and I looked at you, with a wry smile on their faces, and then they looked at Wang Liang in unison, their eyes full of anger that they hadn't eaten the lo mei.

"Hahahahaha..."

Wang Liang finally finished eating, and raised his head in satisfaction. When he saw the expression of the three of them about to swallow him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he thought, "Didn't you just pinch each other just now, why are you unanimously treating me now?"

Wang Liang was afraid in his heart, so his voice trembled and he stammered: "Master, Master, Shanzhang, brother Wang Xian, why are you looking at me like this, I, I'm afraid."

Wang Pingan said coldly: "I'm afraid, look at the table."

Wang Liang obediently glanced at the pile of bones on the table, and said in a trembling voice, "Are all of them eaten by me?"

"What do you think, the poor old man is still hungry?" Zhuge Wen pityed himself.

When Wang Liang heard this, he immediately stood up, bowed to Zhuge Wen and said, "The student knows his mistake, and it's all because of the student's greediness. Please punish me, Master."

Seeing Wang Liang's courage to admit his mistake, Zhuge Wen's mood improved for the most part, and he said, "I can't blame you all, it's all because Ping'an's lo-mei is so delicious. If you are a teacher, you may not be able to control it. Eat a few pieces."

It sounds like he forgave Wang Liang, and Li Yi and Wang Ping'an couldn't say anything, how could Zhuge Wen be Wang Liang's master.

Although I don't blame him anymore, compensation is still required. Wang Ping'an said: "Since Mr. Zhuge has forgiven Brother Wang Shi, but after eating so much braised meat, he must pay compensation."

"The students are following this idea. The students plan to buy braised meat for ten guan dollars from Xiandi Wang for everyone to eat." Wang Liang said.

"It should be ten times for the person sitting here, otherwise there won't be enough to eat, trust me." Wang Ping'an kindly reminded.

"My dear brother said that it's ten guan of lo mei per person, plus a jar of good wine." Wang Liang is not an elm-headed man, knowing that Wang Ping'an reminded himself not to be too stingy, so he added another jar of good wine.

For this, Wang Liang cast a grateful look on Wang Ping'an.

Li Yi and Zhuge Wen felt better after hearing that they were given ten guan coins of lo-mei, but they felt even better after hearing that they were given another jar of good wine.

They are not greedy for students' money, but they can't resist the temptation of food and wine. This is one of the bad roots of human beings.

"No need to do that, just pay attention next time, since you are already full, then go on to class." Zhuge Wen began to send Wang Liang and Wang Pingan away, since there was no lo mei, there was still good wine.

Wang Ping'an and Wang Liang were kicked out. Originally, Wang Ping'an wanted Wang Liang to have a glass of wine, and then when he was negotiating business with his father, Wang Liang could help him.

Since the wine can't be finished, the business still needs to be done, so Wang Ping'an plans to visit the palace when he has time.

"Brother Wang, which teacher is teaching this afternoon, and what is it about?" Wang Pingan asked.

"What I teach in the afternoon is The Book of Songs, Master Liu's class."

"Then let's go back quickly. I heard that Mr. Liu is a very punctual person. If you are late, you will be punished." Wang Pingan said.

Wang Pingan didn't know much about "The Book of Songs", but he also knew that it was the beginning of ancient Chinese poetry, and it was the earliest collection of poems. The content was divided into three parts: "Feng", "Ya" and "Song".

But if you want to say that Wang Ping'an is the least afraid of being a poet, the Tang poetry and Song Ci that you read before are still recorded in your head, and they are all masterpieces of the ages.

When the two came to the classroom, it was not yet class time, so most of the students were dozing off.

Wang Ping'an and Wang Liang started chatting, and Wang Ping'an told Wang Liang about his idea of ​​being No. [-] in the world, hoping to tell Wang Shouren indirectly.

Wang Liang was also shocked by the scene Wang Pingan drew, and his heart was turned upside down. He really wanted to know why the ten-year-old boy in front of him could have such a great revenge, and his ideas came out endlessly. Hearing about his plan, he felt certain will succeed.

clang clang clang...

The class bell rang, and the classroom became lively again.

Some woke up the sleeping person nearby: "Brother Zhao, wake up quickly, Master Liu is coming soon."

Some people ran back quickly when they heard the bell.

There are also people who stop fighting...

In the end, they all sat quietly in the classroom, which reminded Wang Ping'an of the teachers of later generations, almost the same as now.

Liu Lin put his hands on his back, holding a book in his left hand, and a ruler in his right. He approached the classroom calmly, facing the students at the teacher's desk.

No one spoke, all the students stood up spontaneously and said loudly, "Master Liu."

"Well, let's all sit down." After speaking, Liu Lin sat cross-legged.

"Today, we continue the "Book of Songs"..."

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clang clang clang...

The boring class was finally over. All the students happily took out their schoolbags, put their books in, and ran out of the academy excitedly.

After Wang Ping'an and Wang Liang went to say goodbye to their masters, they made an appointment to go back together at the gate of the academy.

"Master, the student wants to ask you for a few days off."

"Ask for leave, you just took a few days off, why do you still ask for it?"

"No, the current Holy Master has given the student a Zhuangzi. The student plans to ask someone to invest in my Zhuangzi and rebuild my Wangjiazhuang. Therefore, the student will be very busy for a while, but the student promised the master that as long as he is free, the student will come. Academy." Wang Pingan looked at Li Yi and said.

Wang Ping'an's Zhuangzi Li Yi knew about it, so he was allowed to ask for leave a while ago, and now he has to ask for leave again, which made him think a little bit.

After pondering for a while, he said: "Today, you won glory for the academy, and the teacher did not thank you properly. If you want to ask for leave, the teacher must approve it, but can you tell the teacher how you plan to build your Zhuangzi."

"This detail is kept secret for the time being. If you want to know, I can tell you five words, No. [-] village in the world." Wang Pingan said confidently.

"No. [-] village in the world, you speak so loudly. As a teacher, I know your talent. To be honest, I don't know much about your talent so far. I just say that reciting poems is right. You are really good. Even a teacher is a bit arrogant. It's a shame. But your handwriting is not flattering. It is said that you don't know the rhythm, but you can compose such a masterpiece as "Laughing Red Dust".

The thing is Danqing, who can draw such a real picture with only a few sticks of charcoal, which makes those painters feel so embarrassed.As a teacher, I can only teach you how to behave, but not other things. If you have a chance in the future, go to Chang'an and let your teacher teach you. "Li Yi looked at Wang Ping'an and said.

"Master, Ping'an has learned a lot, including poetry and poetry, arithmetic, cooking, wine making, physics, painting, etc., but he is not good at it." Wang Ping'an said modestly.

"Not good, your poem 'Yellow River came west to conquer Kunlun, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon's gate' may not be able to write such an imposing poem even as a teacher. This is not good, so it is a waste of studying sages as a teacher for decades It’s a book.” When Li Yi thinks of that poem, he will think of the turbulent momentum of the Yellow River and the human tragedy of the Yellow River’s flooding.

Wronged, really wronged, in the future, who dares to say that apart from his own major, he can know everything, even if his own major is not necessarily everyone can be described as fine.

If it wasn’t for his love of reading, he would not know many things, such as wine making, cooking, breeding, etc. He could even make machine guns and explosives if necessary, but he could only be regarded as half-knowledgeable, not even proficient. But for the Tang Dynasty, these are already epoch-making proficiencies.

Wang Pingan said with a look of injustice: "Master, I'm really not good at it. You see, I'm only ten years old. No matter how smart I am, I can't learn much. So I'm just learning superficially."

Looking at Wang Ping'an's ten-year-old body, it was right to think about it, and said: "You are right, no matter how smart you are, you can't learn too much. The teacher approves your leave, as long as you come back from the autumn test can."

"Thank you, Master." Wang Ping'an was very happy. There are still several months before the autumn test. In a few months, the first step of the world's No. [-] village can be completed.

(End of this chapter)