Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

Bai Ze, who was burning firewood and cooking in the kitchen, smiled slightly when he heard this, thinking that Mr. Xu was still a seed of cultivation.

After washing up, he practiced Wu Qinxi in the courtyard, but he practiced the things that doctors do to strengthen his body, like Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan. The movements are slow, but there is a kind of comfort.

Shang Baize greeted him: "Mr. Xu, it's time to eat!"

At this time, there are already many dogs barking in the village, one after another, and a new day begins in the lively morning market.

He walked into the dining room unhurriedly. For some reason, Fujiwara Meihong changed her habit of not eating breakfast for hundreds of years recently and ran over early. Now she is looking at the food on the table eagerly. Come in, put your hands together quickly: "I'm starting..."

Huiyin shook her head and couldn't stop laughing.

After the three of them had breakfast, they went to Bai Ze to clean up the dishes, and suddenly asked, "What book are you talking about today, sir?"

A rare look of joy appeared on Mr. Xu's face, and he patted a volume of books on his waist: "A few days ago, it was all about scriptures, and they have almost mastered the thousand-character prose. "

The movements of the two girls who were cleaning up the dishes and rubbing their bellies when they were full froze suddenly.

Fujiwara was the first to react, and yelled: "Aha, that dead man Kaguya asked me to fight today, Huiyin! Scholar! I'll go first!"

"Hey! Joe bean sack!"

Bai Ze hurriedly stretched out his hand, which was still wet and full of water.

She was a step late when she spoke, and Fujiwara Meihong turned into a fiery red light and escaped outside.

Xu Kaizhi clicked his tongue in admiration: "The method of turning light from the five elements is really convenient—huh? Teacher Huiyin, why such a tangled expression?"

The girl shook her head in embarrassment: "No, no!"

The young man frowned belatedly: "Why do I feel that you don't seem to want me to speak poetry?"

Shang Baize smiled at him: "Illusion, illusion!"

"Then why is Fujiwara running?"

"...Aha, where did this cockroach come from?"

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When Mr. Xu was talking about poetry, he looked very casual, shaking his head, and almost didn't sing.

"I was originally a casual person in Wollongong, and I used yin and yang like my palm to keep the world in check..." or something.

People in Renzhi generally think that such things as poetry are useless, and that their children only need to learn basic words and write them out.

Tch, poor and lower-middle peasants...

However, Xu, who is conscientious, feels that it is imminent to slightly increase the general cultural quality of this barren land. He does not expect monsters. There are more educated people among human beings, and the elegant ones are not in vain. .

Teaching and educating people takes teaching as the means and educating people as the goal, so this gentleman's lectures have always been eclectic, and his knowledge is extremely extensive, so under the quotations from the scriptures, the students are also shaking their heads and shaking their heads with great interest.

I always find it a bit strange to use these two idioms together.

In another teaching dormitory in the Temple House, Kamibaize was teaching words to the students, and she had a strange expression on her face.

It seems to be helplessly waiting for something, fearing something, and finally looking forward to something inexplicably.

Sisi's words reached her ears.

This is the voice of a clear and bright young man teaching, the tone is neither slow nor fast, very peaceful.

"Xin Qiji said, 'Whoever is the enemy of a hero in the world is a grass durian.' He is using Sun Quan's mouth to express his lofty ambitions..."

Bai Ze's hand holding the pointer froze slightly, and his voice was stuck in his throat.

"There is also this sentence, 'Don't teach the sun and the moon to restrain yourself, and make a wild love with tobacco', both inside and outside the words always reveal the freedom of not wanting to be fettered by fame and wealth, and walking freely among the green mountains..."

Shang Baize's face suddenly turned red, and the female teacher who was originally dignified and gentle had a red face, which surprised the students below.

A dozen or so children looked at each other, whispering gradually.

"Most of the poems of the Graceful School are found in Hua Niao Feng Yue. You—especially girls, if you have time, you can express some ordinary scenery in the form of poems, for example, 'It can even dissipate the wind and rain a few times, and the spring is in a hurry. Going back again. Cherish the spring and hate the flowers blooming early, not to mention the countless reds'..."

Teacher Huiyin's complexion changed, as if a dyeing workshop had been opened, her slightly protruding chest undulated, as if something was stuck in the middle, unable to go up or down, blushed several times, and finally sighed regretfully with frowned eyebrows.

——What are you regretting!

"Of course, there are also people who use flowers and willows as a metaphor. Mr. Ouyang Xiu once said: "Jiangnan willows, leaves are small and not yet become yin, and during the [-]th and [-]th five-year period, I will look for them with my pipa." This yin means the shade of a tree. A five-year-old girl..."

The old girl trembled all over, and she couldn't care less, she squatted down.

A few children under the podium boldly stood up, and worriedly looked at Shangbaize Huiyin who squatted down clutching his stomach: "Teacher, are you alright?"

"Stay... stay with the tape!"

Bai Ze bit his lip stubbornly, his eyes were watery.

"Teacher, does your stomach hurt?"

A few children were chattering, Teacher Huiyin endured the inexplicable numbness and tenderness in her lower abdomen, and took a deep breath: "Everyone sit down, the teacher is fine, if you keep arguing, be careful of the head hammer!"

Bai Ze's head hammer is notorious even among those big monsters, it can smash a watermelon with one head.

She stood up with difficulty, her legs tightly together.

Hearing the sound of another classroom starting to assign homework, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah, the teacher is a little uncomfortable today, let me tell you about homework first——噫!"

Her body began to tremble again, and her face was flushed, as if she had caught a cold and had a fever.

Slowly, a loud voice came over.

"This should be the last poetry class of this year. The teacher hopes that there will be a little poet among you. Well, I will write a poem about mountains when I go back. There are two mountain peaks three miles south of the village entrance leading to the Hakurei Shrine. Two mountain peaks are the title."

The students below were in a dilemma: "Teacher, we are still sure about one mountain, but two mountains..."

"Idiot, idiot!"

Mr. Xu sighed, looking very disappointed: "Seeing that mountains are not mountains, one mountain and two mountains are essentially mountains, that's all, let me give you an example-the green mountains on both sides of the strait are opposite each other..."

"Well--"

Shangbaize Huiyin's breathing became rapid, and there was an electric current in her chest, which was crispy and itchy, as if a pair of hands were gently stroking her chest...

"There is also 'Shuang~Feng Jiji vs. Chuntai', which are all famous stories handed down from generation to generation..."

"Oh~"

Finally, Bai Ze couldn't help moaning. After assigning homework for the students with shortness of breath, he ran out of the classroom in a panic.

Several children were talking about it.

"Teacher is so strange..."

"Yeah, and not only does my stomach hurt, but my legs don't seem to be very agile. I walk with my legs stuck..."

"It's just plain - I don't know if it was beaten by that turkey?"

"Let's go and tell my husband. Teacher Huiyin is sick and needs to be taken care of. Speaking of which, the two teachers really look like a couple..."

........................

There is a gourd vine in front of Shangbaize's bedroom.

Several tender green gourds on the gourd vine swayed in the wind on the vine.

Green and gratifying, petite and cute.

When Xu Kaizhi came here, he smiled and nodded at the little gourds: "There are no snake demons here, grow up quickly, I will get one next autumn..."

The gourds were wobbling again.

Xu smiled silently, and couldn't hide the banter and mischief in his eyes.

He knocked on Bai Ze's door.

No one spoke.

Without changing his expression, he knocked again a few times: "Teacher Huiyin, are you okay?"

It took a long time before her muffled voice came from the room: "...I'm fine, sir, let me be quiet first."

Mr. Xu counted the days and nodded clearly: "It turns out that the fifteenth day is coming soon..."

"Nothing!"

The gentle woman suddenly yelled, and then realized she had made a slip of the tongue, and said in a muffled voice, "It's all my husband's fault for nothing."

"It's not my business?"

The boy shook his head: "Then let me cook tonight's meal."

"The book says 'a gentleman stays away from the kitchen'..."

Mr. Xu turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back: "The words of the rotten scholars, I have to make something new for you to taste every few days-why didn't you say this at that time? Teacher Huiyin, a gentleman can't be bullied It's the right way..."

After a long time, Bai Ze, who hid in the room and covered his face with the quilt, blushed and spat in a low voice.

"You talk about those things every time, what kind of gentleman are you?"

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You people...

Chapter 170 Chapter 3 Do you have...that red bikini?

Dinner is just the two of them.

Fujiwara Meihong didn't know if she was still fighting with the legendary Moon Princess, and she hasn't come back yet.

The woman who was in a mess during the day is now gentle and dignified.

Except for glancing at the dishes on the table from time to time, except swallowing saliva from time to time.

There seems to be no problem.

Xu Kaizhi looked out the window, there were big fire clouds in the sky, and the afterglow from the west cast a blush through the window: "It seems that Fujiwara will not come."

He turned his head and caught a glimpse that the chopsticks in Shang Baize's hand were about to touch the Sixi meatballs on the plate, but she was sitting there in a blink of an eye, as if she hadn't moved at all.

Chopsticks are also well placed on the table.