The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"It's presumptuous to quarrel endlessly!"

The great Confucians who rushed out in a swarm, dressed in the green clothes of the most convenient ordinary servants, stared angrily and bowed from the door to the external envoys outside the library. Their noses were not noses, their eyes were not eyes, and they were particularly disgusted.

Some doubts took a look at Matsushita Jianyi, whose voice was almost hoarse, and then looked at Cui Maoshan, who stood with his hands tied and pretended to be an ignorant passer-by. The great Confucians were not very patient.

"Japanese and Korean Envoys, instead of staying in the post house, ran to the library door of my Shihui hall. What's the noise?"

Along the way, the students of Matsushita Jianyi were shocked by the size and majesty of the Shihui hall, but they were used to the green clothes worn by the great Confucians - all clothes worn by servants. All the people who took care of flowers and plants and cleaned the ground all the way.

A small group of "servants" came to question their teachers. Even if they were servants of Shihui hall, it would be too humiliating and humiliating!

Angry, Beichuan, the student most valued by Panasonic Jianyi, stood up and bowed coldly: "my teacher, master Panasonic, is the most knowledgeable scholar in Fuso!"

"This time, I came to see the leader of Daqian sect. The teacher heard that the leader of the Shihui hall, Jiang Shihui academy, has a wide range of knowledge, and all his knowledge is exquisite. That's why I came to ask for advice regardless of the fatigue of the boat and car!"

"Please inform Jiang Shihui hospital and ask her to agree to discuss scriptures with master Panasonic! Please!"

Beichuan speaks sonorous. Although the choice of words and sentences doesn't seem to be too out of the cabinet, the practice of always increasing the volume at the end of the sentence is a little too aggressive, which makes the dignified scholars frown one after another.

Jiang qianxia, who listened with her ears up in the library, couldn't sit still. She moved her ass to the side. She asked quietly, still motionless like a mountain, guarding her Mr. Jingshi.

"Sir, it's always noisy outside. What's the mess of Jiang Shihui yard? Are you talking about me?"

Mr. Jingshi, who tied his hands and closed his eyes like a stone statue, couldn't help lifting his eyelids. The dislike and Qi ran that appeared in his eyes expressed his sorrow for Jiang qianxia's "illiterate".

"Your surname is Jiang. The meaning of Shihui hall is the owner of Shihui hall. This is a popular nickname for Fusang."

After a brief explanation, Mr. Jingshi could not help sighing, "Dean, don't ask questions in public for those who don't understand in the future. It's easy to harm the reputation of the Shihui hall."

Without waiting for Jiang qianxia to defend himself, Mr. Jingshi silently moved the inkstone in front of her, "the Scriptures have nothing to do with the dean. Just copy yours."

Hold back, very hold back.

But in the face of Mr. Jingshi who doesn't enter the oil and salt, Jiang qianxia has no room to resist - who makes her really can't talk about scriptures

Inside, the scholars who are almost disillusioned with the world of mortals continue to immerse themselves in copying books. Outside, the great scholars who are guarding are a little unhappy.

"The dean is busy inside. He doesn't have time to waste on scriptures."

It's not easy to catch the Dean, who likes to run around, and don't let her write a few books by heart!

As for the Sutra

A group of great Confucians fell into meditation and felt that the word seemed to have been very long. They all had a rotten smell. What's the matter?

In short, before they came to the wisdom hall, they often gathered three or five friends to discuss the Scriptures as a great pleasure in life. Each Scripture discussion can not only show their new opinions and experiences on the Scriptures to their friends, but also get new ideas and interpretations from their friends, promote each other, and there is a direct growth in knowledge and friendship.

But since I came to the wisdom collection hall, it seems that this once fun has become a little... Insignificant.

There are great scholars in conversation and laughter, and there are no white men in communication. What we are talking about is the life of Shihui hall.

Even if Jiang qianxia, a semi illiterate "baiding", has nothing to talk about with them, she can recite exquisite articles silently!

So many great Confucians who are difficult to move around on weekdays can not only talk about the past and the present, but also confirm their arguments from all angles and strata.

Talking about historical records, there are the most complete and unique copies to prove it; When it comes to government, their students are all powerful and powerful officials in their families. The tricky and hidden rules are much better than their previous blind speculation.

As for the "non cannibal fireworks" that was often despised by President Jiang qianxia, it is also because of the existence of merchants, people and even poor students, and the experience and life of those who used to be craftsmen and are now on an equal footing with them, which largely make up for their shortcomings.

The life of Shihui hall is so rich and colorful. Except that some people who specialize in the subset of poetry books will study the Scriptures over and over again, others can talk about countless things.

Everyone's knowledge has expanded, the spiritual field has widened, and there is no confusion of young people who do not know how to choose. Of course, their knowledge has improved greatly.

Specifically, they are now too lazy to chat with other scholars who have not entered the Shihui hall, and they can't talk together.

Although I thought a lot, time only passed for a while. For scholars who came to "exchange", these "servants" in green clothes just looked at themselves in a trance, as if they were lack of confidence.

Beichuan, who would be mistaken, was arrogant, and his eyes fell behind the great Confucianism, as if he wanted to look directly at Jiang qianxia through the high wall gate of the library.

"Oh, I think so. How can a little woman who is only 20 years old understand the subtle and profound knowledge of the hundreds of classics and rivers?"

"Since Jiang Shihui hospital intends to preserve its reputation and doesn't want to come out to communicate with master Panasonic, we won't bother much."

The naked method of stirring up the general is really better for the great Confucians who love their reputation than putting a knife around their neck.

Intimidated with a knife, these great scholars are expected to laugh and hit the edge of the knife, splashing your blood, but they despise their ignorance. It's like stabbing a hornet's nest.

In particular, this hornet's nest is the shortest board of the Shihui hall, which the great scholars try to hide. They love and dislike the Dean

"Hum! Ignorant children, don't be crazy!"

One of the most grumpy Confucians took two steps forward, with a big stomach raised, gnashing his teeth and pointing to Beichuan.

"If you want to see the Dean, you can pass my pass first! Don't you just talk about scriptures? Let's make a topic!"

"In your words, how can you, a cleaning servant, be qualified to challenge Mr. Panasonic directly?"

Although Beichuan was reluctant to lower his status and care about servants in general, he looked back at Matsushita Jianyi, who closed his eyes and did not retreat at all. He still had to stand up and make a quick decision to solve these servants who did not know the greatness of the world.

Then, he made a quick decision and was devastated by the great Confucians who had long been holding their breath.

The end of the debate was a little too crisp. Although this was expected for a long time, the winning and losing sides were reversed. Even the Koreans who have been gloating and watching the excitement have the feeling of being disguised as pigs and eating tigers.

"This, this is impossible..."

Defeated by the fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, Beichuan stumbled back a few steps with pale face and tearful eyes.

"Come back, you've met an expert."

Matsushita Jianyi said faintly, half closed eyes opened in vain, like a Wulin expert preparing for a decisive battle, pure and restrained, full of Qi.

Beichuan caught the life-saving straw and knelt down to the foot of Panasonic construction. He begged the teacher to avenge him.

Matsushita Jianyi generously touched Beichuan's head, then bowed forward and asked for advice from the great Confucianism.

In view of the reputation of Panasonic Jianyi and its level, the great Confucians were still a little cautious and serious.

But who knows, the life-saving straw, which is also straw, can not become a rope through the sky

"Ha ha! You're stupid! You don't know what's good or bad. You dare to provoke to the wisdom collection hall. Don't look at where this is!"

I threw the paper and pen aside early and concentrated on hiding behind the door to watch Jiang qianxia. When I saw that Panasonic Jianyi lost faster than Beichuan to serious Confucianism, I really wanted to clap my thighs and cheer.

"Alas, Dean, the Shihui hall is really a good place. It would be better if you could study harder and don't let us stay out to protect your reputation."

well! Can this old stone die without damaging her?! She's going to deduct his salary!