Houfu Key Class

Xu Wan began to understand Su Xi, and she even began to reflect on herself. It was too rigid to only teach her children the ways of being a minister and an official. The reason why an official is an official is not only to face the emperor and his colleagues, but also to face every living being. He must be able to empathize with the emotions of all living beings and understand the real needs of the people.

She suddenly laughed.

She even looked at the flowers waiting to be planed in the small garden with fondness. She turned around and asked, "Sir, do you still want to continue planing?"

Su Xi said casually: "Plow it, how can I grow vegetables if I don't dig it thoroughly?"

Xu Wan sincerely suggested: "I also want to help, so they don't have to be busy until dark."

She also gained some insights from Su Xi's teaching and wanted to experience the various emotions he made the children feel. It felt like it would be a very interesting experience.

"You?" Su Xi was so shocked that she waved her hands repeatedly, "Forget it, don't go. I have seen Luo Jingfeng's gangster behavior. Your general is also a military general. If you are like Luo Jingfeng, So, knowing that I asked you, a high-ranking mistress, to plant vegetables in the fields, you still have to tear my old man’s bones apart?”

Xu Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sir, you are too worried. My general is the number one scholar in both civil and military affairs. He is very reasonable."

Su Xi still refused cowardly, waving her hands even harder: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, if you keep begging me like this, my old man will run away with his things."

"Okay." Xu Wan accepted the fact with regret.

The children over there had eaten and drank enough, and started a new round of wood shavings. Without the help of adults, the children became more and more skilled, and the speed of wood shavings also increased rapidly.

The summer weather was getting hotter and hotter before noon. The teenagers were covered in sweat, their sleeves were rolled up high, and their feet, bodies, and faces were all covered in mud.

He Zheng had just finished plowing a flower. He turned around and saw the look on Zong Jincheng's face. He laughed loudly: "Brother, you have a lot of dirt on your face."

The little devil raised his head and glanced at him, complaining: "The dirt on your face is almost blinding your eyes, how dare you laugh at me?"

He Zheng quickly wiped his face, but unfortunately, the mud was spread evenly. Zong Wenxiu also said with a smile: "I finally understand why Mr. Su was covered in mud when he came to the house yesterday. I'm sure It was just picked up from the ground by the people from the Protector's Mansion."

Shen Yibai was working in a huff, and he didn't forget to add: "Luo Jingfeng abused him, and he came to abuse us in return. What's the law of heaven!"

Wei Xinglu admitted defeat anyway: "That's Luo Jingfeng. Who dares to seek revenge from him? You can't pick on soft persimmons like us."

When the other three young dandies heard this, they all responded: "Damn it, who is a soft persimmon!"

Wei Xinglu: "..."

Comparing it with Luo Jingfeng, isn't it obvious? His brothers are all tough talkers.

As noon approached, the teenagers were sweating more and more, and their hands gradually slowed down.

He Zheng said feebly: "I finally understand what it means to hoe the crops at noon, and the sweat drips into the soil. From now on, if anyone dares to waste a bite of the kangkong grown in this land, I will fight with him."

Shen Yibai was dying and said: "Forget it, you still have to memorize the peasants. This should be a seven-step poem, right? The beetroots are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron... Young Master, I am almost cooked by this damn weather. !”

Wei Xinglu howled loudly: "Help! I miss my ice! My big bed! My eaves! My umbrella! My fan!"

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Several young boys howled miserably. Su Xi was still sitting calmly in the small pavilion enjoying the cool air. Xu Wan could not sit down anymore. She stood in the pavilion and kept looking at the time.

There is also a cup of tea, which is the end time Su Xi said.

She paid close attention to the status of several children, and immediately called them to stop as soon as she found out that they were showing signs of heatstroke. However, although those children seldom went out to exercise, their physiques were pretty good. Apart from shouting dissatisfaction, there was nothing wrong with them. Adverse reactions.

Xu Wan focused on Zong Wenxiu. He was not as strong as the four little dudes, and his expression was starting to look a little off. She turned to Su Xi and said, "Sir, can Wenxiu come back and rest first? He looks like he can't hold on anymore." "

Su Xi nodded in agreement, and Xu Wan hurried over to pick up Zong Wenxiu. By the way, he also told the others that the time was almost up. The young people had finally seen the light of day, and their slowed down movements began to speed up.

In the small pavilion, when the servants saw Zong Wenxiu coming back, they quickly fanned him to cool down the heat on him.

Su Xi asked curiously: "I can hardly hold it anymore, why don't you take the initiative to say it back?"

Zong Wenxiu shook his head and said: "My brothers didn't say anything back. As an older brother, I shouldn't retreat first."

Su Xi snorted and commented: "You are still young, but you are more pedantic than an old man like me. Everyone's tolerance is different. If you only distinguish between older brothers and younger brothers, you will be consumed by yourself sooner or later."

Zong Wenxiu lowered his head, ashamed.

Su Xi added: "Since I asked you to come back early, for the sake of fairness, please write two poems. One is about the experience of wood shavings, and the other is about your touching brotherhood."

Zong Wenxiu blushed a little, always feeling that Mr. Su was hurting him. He responded in a low voice: "Yes, sir, I will write it right away."

Zong Wenxiu was the first to leave the small pavilion and go to the big study room to write poems about his experience.

Xu Wan was still worried that the other four children would be unwell. She kept looking at the garden, observing the expressions of the young people without blinking.

"Okay, let them all come up." Su Xi also sighed, "These guys, I really have never seen such obedient wolf cubs, do you have any wolf tamers in your house?"

Xu Wan didn't bother to chat with him, and quickly bowed and went downstairs to ask them to come up. The servants brought water to wipe the cubs' faces and listened to Xu Wan convey the digging work assigned by Su Xi.

Wei Xinglu rolled his eyes and said, "Here we go again. He just wants us to work for a while and write for a while. Can't we just finish and write together?"

He Zheng said weakly, "But if we keep working, we will be sunburned to death, right?"

Wei Xinglu glanced at Zong Wenxiu who had just left the stage, and then he felt that it was not very feasible: "...That makes sense."

Shen Yibai wiped off the mud on his face and said excitedly, "The happiness of writing poetry came all at once. It's better than shaving wood in the hot summer. Look at this big sun, it's almost melting me!"

The little devil also stretched his muscles, flexing his hands and kicking his legs. He said confidently, "Come on, go back to the study and write poetry! What Yiyun Jushi, what Minnong, what seven-step poem, this young master is so powerful now, I will write him a shaving poem that will be passed down through the ages!"