The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Hey, I said, why are Qi nuoxian and Mu Yaxuan mysterious these two days? What did the Dean teach them? Why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

Sitting cross legged on the bed, Li Chengping chewed the apples distributed in the canteen, and the juice flowed.

Lin Kai distanced himself from him, holding a five kilogram dumbbell from the second floor and practicing his arms.

"Who knows? But my sister-in-law is very powerful. She teaches it herself. It can't be worse, can she?"

His eyes straightened when he looked at elementary mathematics. Yuwen listened to Tao pinch his tight forehead, put the book aside, frowned and said, "these days, there is a lot of movement in the court, and people all over the world are waiting to see the dean's joke."

"What's the joke? What's the difficulty of literacy? By means of her sister-in-law, since she dares to recruit so many illiterate students, she must have her own way."

With a sneer, Lin Kai disdained to say, "most of those waiting to see jokes will be slapped by their sister-in-law. You literati just think that reading and literacy is great. They are so strange all day, and they don't see the bone people back."

"It's also useful."

Yuan Shuang, who had no sense of existence, looked up lightly, handed over the book he was studying and opened his friend's desk.

"What is this?"

Inexplicably, Lin Kai turned over the book cover and looked, "I see, the diffusion, tolerance and aggression of Chinese culture... What's this?"

"The book tells the historical summary of several dynasties before the founding of Daqian. Although the northern barbarians have been invading the Central Plains, resulting in the territory maps of various dynasties in the Central Plains, on the other hand, the cultivated land area of our Han people is gradually pushed north."

Yuan Shuang said solemnly, "it is also said in the book that the Han culture is extremely aggressive and its radiation to the surrounding areas is even more shocking. Those small countries in the East and South use Chinese characters more than ever. Don't you find that in the past 20 or 30 years, even the Gu Li aristocrats have given up their own language and take speaking Chinese and knowing Chinese characters as a symbol of dignity."

"I haven't looked at it carefully yet, but when I turn to the conclusion, one sentence is quite right - once a nation loses its own culture and written language, it will be integrated by another nation."

"One day, all Guri people speak Chinese and learn Chinese characters. They use my big dry weights and measures, wear big dry clothes, eat big dry meals, and cultivate land like the people who learn big dry. They also have black hair and black eyes. At that time, Guri will die."

Seeing his brother's dark face and silence, and seeing the unbearable smile of Li Chengping and Yuwen Tingtao, Yuan Shuang took the book back and poured another basin of cold water coldly.

"But the Dean noted in the book that if Daqian's force is not strengthened or at least kept on the same level as that of Guli people, Daqian will not exist even if Guli is fully sinicized."

"In the Central Plains ruled by the Guli people, the Han people will be inferior and face the fate of being enslaved and squeezed for hundreds of years. This is not what the Dean wants to see."

Lin Kai's chest stood up again. Li Chengping lowered his head and bit an apple, suddenly stunned.

"No, what did we talk about at the beginning?"

"Talk about what the Dean taught them."

Yuan Shuang looked at Li Chengping with blank eyes and said faintly, "the Dean with this insight can't make mistakes in the path of literacy. Wait, there should be results soon."

After that, Yuan Shuang silently took the book and went downstairs. Although he was comfortable in the bedroom, someone was too noisy to bother him reading.

Well, maybe the library is also a good choice, but the vast sea of books is easy to distract people. He's still on the first floor, alas.

Seeing yuan Shuang leave, Li Chengping threw the apple with only one core into the dustbin and looked at Lin Kai practicing his arms with complexity and compassion.

"It's not easy for you so many years."

A mindless sentence made Lin Kai feel like a confidant. Thousands of words turned into a sigh. What could he do about his brother? Practice your arms

From the segment test, three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The students who have been divided into sections are not used to the complicated learning subjects. When they rush to their respective classrooms after breakfast in the morning, the students of a section of subjects are stunned to find that many students sit in the originally empty classroom at once.

After Mr. came in, he just frowned slightly and didn't say much, so he began to prepare for class.

Cui Maoshan is preparing to teach the ritual Sutra in this class. When he sees Jiang qianxia secretly sitting at the bottom, he doesn't point it out. First, he uses many vivid and interesting examples to arouse everyone's interest, and then he begins to sort it out simply from the dynasty in which the ritual appeared.

Jiang qianxia couldn't help nodding. Although the old man was a little stubborn, he really had a good set of teaching. Such boring things can be said with great interest and clear organization. It doesn't take too much brain to remember. You can probably understand it by listening.

Speaking of the sound place, because of the presbyopia, he held the Scriptures to Cui Maoshan in front of him, walking around the classroom and patting the students at hand.

"Come on, just after you get up and shoot it, Cui Maoshan feels that the atmosphere of the whole classroom is a little strange. Put down the book and look. The students who stand up are obviously illiterate poor people who have not seen in the past two days

Cui Maoshan, whose face remained unchanged when Mount Tai collapsed, suddenly froze. At this time, he didn't think about what Jiang qianxia would do if he couldn't get down. He only thought of what she said when she trained them.

"Everyone has self-esteem. Taking care of students' self-esteem is Mr.'s basic morality."

Because he didn't pay attention, he called an illiterate student in full view of the public and asked him to read the Scriptures.

Will it hurt his self-esteem and make him afraid of reading?

The cold sweat on his palm and back came one after another. Cui Maoshan opened his mouth and looked to Jiang qianxia in the corner for help. When he was preparing to let the called students sit down first, some stumbling reading sounds sounded.

"The scholar's crown ceremony is divination at the gate of the temple. The master Xuanguan's imperial clothes and zidai's plain clothes are located on the East and west sides of the gate..."

The tone of voice is gentle. It's a little difficult to read every word. It seems to be necessary to identify it carefully, but it's right. Every word is right!

After reading a paragraph of hundreds of words, the whole audience was silent.

"... can you read?"

I know I shouldn't ask, but Cui Maoshan still couldn't help asking.

The standing student was embarrassed to scratch his head and shook his head with a red face: "I don't know any of the words on it. If I knew them, it would be much smoother to read."

"I don't know. How did you read it?!"

He exaggerated and gathered in front of the students. Cui Maoshan looked like he was going to eat people.

On tenterhooks, as like as two peas, she recoil from the other side, and looks back at the river's shallow summer to the corner. When she smiles and nods, the students are bold enough to hand the textbooks to Cui Maoshan.

"We know what class we are going to have today, so we marked the Pinyin in advance. In this way, even if we don't understand what it means, we know where Mr. said. We are reluctant, but we can follow Mr. in class."

With that, the student proudly pointed to a few common words and said with a smile: "although it's a little hard for me to write these words, I basically remember them. I know what to read without Pinyin!"

"Hehe, it's all right. After class this afternoon, I'll assign you some copying homework. Write it dozens of times, and you can remember it."

Jiang qianxia smiles like a fox stealing a chicken. The literate students howl. Cui Maoshan and the original students feel that they can't breathe