The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Shihui hall bullies the common people! Don't you think we are poor and afraid that the children won't pay? Look, big guys, those rich and powerful, their son is a pig, and they all go in with the wind and light. Isn't this a bully?"

"Jiang qianxia, you nvyecha, my son is a famous genius in all parts of the country. Why can't he come to you? You must give an explanation!"

"Woo woo, I came all the way from the southernmost. I'm not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I just want to study in the Shihui hall. Please take me..."

The quiet and solemn gate of Shihui hall is more lively than the vegetable market.

The grumpy uncles and aunts show their aggressive Kung Fu in their own village incisively and vividly. Not a few women with big arms and round waist sit directly on the ground and roll, and most of them stand next to men with red faces abusing in their hometown dialect.

He thought carefully and didn't want to make it too stiff, so he made persuasion and added something "the Shihui hall is famous. They are all respected gentlemen. There must be some misunderstanding. Otherwise, how can we do such an immoral thing?" Such words to stir up trouble and stir up anger.

There are people who sincerely want to enter the college. However, they are too mediocre. They kneel down and kowtow where they don't know who took the head. They hope to move gentlemen and let them enter the college.

Of course, in addition to the uproar of those who lost the election, there are also those whose sons were successfully selected. They can't help gloating and causing public anger. Generally, they do it directly, and then they are directly pushed to the ground by the ghost slaves who maintain order.

So when Jiang qianxia and boundless came out, there was no one outside. They were all shouting.

This is not the era when the appearance of celebrities in later generations is well known, but it does not prevent everyone from recognizing Jiang qianxia - just her woman.

As soon as she came out, she was in the spotlight. Hejiang experienced a lot in shallow summer. Although everyone's eyes are not very friendly now, she doesn't feel much. She just screwed her eyebrows together by the sharp noise.

In line with the idea of harmonious enrollment, Jiang qianxia reluctantly withdrew with a dry smile, raised his hand and pressed down as calmly as possible to let everyone have something to say.

But she is just a petite girl. Looking at the white and tender people and animals, she looks very good at talking

Pedaling on the nose and face is the best thing these people are good at in the village. At present, the voice is not as low as Jiang qianxia wants, but there is a climax. Her ears are "buzzing" when she is shocked.

"... hey? Did you really pinch your sisters as soft persimmons?"

Jiang qianxia, who was directly angry and happy, didn't bother to pretend to be kind. He made an attack gesture to the ghost slaves on both sides. The ghost slaves who had been unbearable for a long time were in great spirits. They rushed out silently like hungry wolves, punched and kicked. Where they passed was like cutting wheat. People fell down one after another. It was called a spectacle.

The troublemakers were stunned on the ground. They watched the excitement and stepped back several steps. They were stunned to leave a clear boundary for the ghost slaves, and their position was very clear.

After walking on the ground for a long time, the pain also came up. So many people saw their embarrassed side and burned their faces. They would have to put it aside. They would have shouted "kill!", But the one who reacted the fastest shouted the word "kill" and was cold and lonely by the ghost slave. He put a knife across his neck

The troublemakers are very oppressed. They have never seen such unreasonable people. Even if the Yamen takes people, they have never seen people who directly put a knife across their neck? They just make a fuss, and they don't do anything harmful, as for you!

Wronged, complicated, frightened and unconvinced thoughts churned in their hearts, but they didn't dare to spill it again as before, because the ghost slaves looked at their "encouraging" eyes, which gave them the illusion that the butcher looked at the old sow.

"Make trouble, why don't you make trouble? Didn't you scold me just now? All hands!"

With a sneer, Jiang qianxia sat askew on the master's chair moved by ghost one. Jiang qianxia crossed his legs and supported his cheeks with one hand. Listening to the sound of ghost slaves slapping, he joked: "have you forgotten that the princess is not a virtuous teacher? You are so brave that you dare to abuse the current princess by name. You are really not afraid of death, aren't you?"

Most of the people who were slapped below were "old people" in their thirties and forties. Many of the following gentlemen thought Jiang qianxia had done a little too much and wanted to plead. As soon as they heard her say this, they retracted their legs.

Yes, she's the dean of Shihui hall. It's good, but she's still a big dry princess!

Just to the extent that they can't listen to what they just scolded, let alone change a princess or the most humble Royal relative, they can also be directly killed by servants. At most, they can lose some money. If people don't kill them, it's iron to go mining.

The ghost slave slapped them ten times. The ghost slave had a sense of propriety and left his hand. Therefore, although his face was swollen like a pig's head in the past, they were all small injuries that would be good after two days' rest. They usually beat their children at home, which is more cruel than this.

After slapping, the people below also stopped. They covered their faces and dared not speak. Even if their resentment was in their heart, they didn't even dare to show their eyes.

After waiting quietly for a while, Jiang qianxia suddenly sighed.

"I know you all want your children to be successful. You just sent your children to the Shihui hall and want to ascend to the sky step by step. But the Shihui hall is not an ordinary college. I have to ensure that everyone who goes out from me can do something."

"But when you enrolled students last year, didn't you choose people from slums? They don't know one, so they are all better than us?"

A scholar kneeling for fear of returning, but still stubbornly shook his voice and asked in a low voice.

Looking at the eyes of Shangjiang qianxia, he trembled like a chicken, which made people laugh, and not only admired his courage.

"You're right. Although I'm sure they are better than you now, they really can't compare with you when they first entered the wisdom collection hall."

After a pause, Jiang qianxia shrugged and relaxed, "but so what? Who makes you miss the good time? Sometimes luck can really change a person's life."

When the Shihui hall opened, except for businessmen and officials who actually knew Jiang qianxia's abilities, the children of the poor were afraid that they would not even have the idea of entering school.

At that time, she needed a large number of students, obedient students, and students who could help her open the wisdom hall. Therefore, the students in more than 160 slums were the ones who happened to be selected.

But now no one will doubt the teaching level of Shihui hall. There are a steady stream of talents for her to choose from. Can she still serve a pot regardless of her qualifications?

It's impossible. Doing so will only lower the grade of Shihui hall, distract gentlemen's attention and lead to the decline of teaching quality.

So many people who were sure to enter school last time can only regret losing the election this time.

No way, that's the trend.