The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Jiang Shihui hospital! Please meet us. This is the last wish of my teacher and me! Please help us, please!"

Put the head of Matsushita Jianyi aside, Beichuan knelt in a pool of blood, hissing and howling, which made the great Confucians alert one after another.

This man even his husband can hurt the killer, and the reason is so absurd. When Wan Yi saw their Dean, he found that their Dean was just a soft glutinous and easy to pinch white Ding. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He couldn't stand it and wanted to cut her off. What should I do?

Although the Dean often doesn't do his business, the root of the wisdom hall is still in her. She can't do anything!

The bloody pictures made up by the brain hit the frail nerves of the great scholars. A group of old men who had no strength to bind chickens crowded one by one, and prevented them from blocking the door.

then.

Jiang qianxia, who suffered a thousand knives, turned out of the window.

"You just want to see me? Now that you see me, what else do you want to say?"

Compared with the rage of the great Confucianism, Jiang qianxia is much more comfortable. After all, she has been on the battlefield for a long time. What scene has not been seen? How can she worry about a paranoid threat to her life?

Is Guli behind her fake?

The wish suddenly came true. Beichuan looked up at Jiang qianxia, and there was no idea in his mind for a moment.

So young, so weak.

Although she is not as proud and reserved as an ordinary Daqian woman, her natural publicity is dazzling, and she is not embarrassed by her woman's identity

Did the teacher and he lose in the hands of such a little woman

"I... I want to talk to you..."

Murmured a word, and the Korean people next to him immediately laughed and kowtowed with a red face in Beichuan.

"I know that my knowledge and bearing are not as good as that of Jiang Shihui hospital, but I came here thousands of miles to ask Shihui hospital to fulfill my wish. After that, I will kill myself and apologize, and I will never pollute you!"

For academic paranoia, it's terrible and a little respectable, especially for people like Jiang qianxia who will never pay 100% for learning.

After thinking about it, Jiang qianxia turned his head, flattered the Confucians who blocked her door with his chin, and whispered, "gentlemen, you see people put their heads on their belts. Those who want to die want to see something. We can't be too unkind, can we?"

"What does the Dean want? To discuss scriptures with him?"

Mr. Jingshi opened the door from the inside and stared at Jiang qianxia with the eyes of "if you dare answer like this, I'll kill you on the spot".

He shrunk his neck when he was staring. Jiang qianxia straightened his chest again and said confidently: "that's impossible!"

Well, so they can rest assured.

Glancing at Beichuan full of expectation, the great Confucians put their hands on the door of the library. Jiang qianxia made an invitation gesture and smiled at Beichuan and the Korean people who were snooping around.

"Since you've come all the way just to gain insight, please come in and have a look."

With a solemn mood of worship, both Fusang scholars and Koreas followed Jiang qianxia in a solemn manner and entered the library, one of the most proud places of Shihui Museum.

The library of Shihui Museum covers a huge area. It adopts scientific layout and has good daylighting effect. It is not as closed and dark as the study of ordinary people.

The glass lamp is hung on the roof, and there is a glass lamp on each reading table. Even during the day, there is no bright light at night. When you look at the past, you are stunned by the luxurious arrangement.

Luxury alone is nothing to envy for scholars, but the huge collection of books can be regarded as a huge number of people. The collection of books on any bookshelf is equivalent to all of ordinary Confucianism.

Of course, what they don't know is that many of the books in this collection are printed in batches later. So many students can't wait in line for a book. Isn't it so shabby?

After taking the foreign envoys upstairs and downstairs to look around, Jiang qianxia said casually: "twenty or three percent of the books here are collected from the great Confucianists, and the rest are basically sorted and printed after I recite them silently."

"... you recited and sorted out 70% of the books?"

Is this ratio reversed? She recited more books by herself than so many Confucian books combined?!

The Korean people were in an uproar with disbelief in their eyes, while Beichuan and the Fusang scholar group behind him turned pale and believed directly.

It is easy to believe, first, because her expression is too calm and doesn't look like a disguise, and second, the great scholars and students around her look like a matter of course.

The most important thing is that Fusang scholars have a natural admiration and admiration for Daqian scholars, which is related to the fact that they have always studied the scriptures of Daqian. In their eyes, such a famous scholar in Daqian is somewhat shocking, but it is not impossible.

But next, Jiang qianxia turned the conversation, but poured a basin of cold water on them.

"Although I recite the book silently, I can only recite it silently. Ninety nine percent of it is something I don't understand. Do you understand?"

"... ah?"

Looking at the foolish foreign envoys, Jiang qianxia forked his waist and said in a vicious voice: "please, can you not ask me so much? Try carrying so many books by yourself? It's good to be able to carry them down? Do you still require me to understand?"

"If I could be so powerful, I would have become a saint and been offered up. I worship and collect incense money every day, okay!"

So it makes sense?

Not only did the foreign envoy have some understanding, but even the great Confucians who had always disliked Jiang qianxia as baiding were relieved - it seems that she can't be criticized more in the future, and it's not easy for her.

"Since Chang ruigui's own knowledge is not high, how can Shihui hall be proud of herself as the greatest college?"

If you don't smoke so much, it's what the gang of Korean people say.

Tiaoshi slowly found a place to sit down. Jiang qianxia swayed around with his legs crossed. Ruffian couldn't.

"I can responsibly say that Shihui hall is not only the greatest college in Daqian, but also a comprehensive institution of higher learning that crushes all colleges, schools and scholars in the world."

"The profound knowledge born in every corner of the world can be found in the wisdom collection hall, which is more perfect and exquisite."

"We have the library with the widest knowledge coverage in the world, the most professional and progressive students, scholars and conscientious masters."

"Of course, the most important thing is..."

With open arms, Jiang qianxia smiled maliciously, "there is a dean in the Shihui Hall who is most willing to throw money inside. The Dean can give them the knowledge they need completely."

"How about? Before you are not convinced of the status of the Shihui hall, first consider that your family output value is not worth a corner of the Shihui hall. How about?"

"Whoever can do it, who has no money and is mentally disabled, don't make a fool of yourself here, thank you."