The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Good question from the old man! Let's talk about what is good education. Sir, are you qualified to teach and educate people?"

Under the red cover, Jiang qianxia rubbed her hands and looked at the instructions to the shopkeeper. There were hundreds of pages of educational knowledge in the catalogue, which made her want to smash the old man's face!

Compared with her knowledge, whether in terms of breadth or depth, the wisdom crystallization sorted out by the sages for thousands of years after their lifelong research can not be compared with him, a pedantic old man who can be cheated by Gu Liu?

Joke! If she loses, she'll buy a piece of tofu and kill herself!

"Are you qualified to teach and educate? Hehe, Jiang Shi, I understand your impatience, but such a false accusation against me just shows that you are guilty."

Cui Maoshan is an old God. He has taught and educated for ten years. There are many peaches and plums all over the world. Many of them were born in poverty. Finally, he jumped over the dragon's gate and became a disciple of outstanding officials.

The onlookers also nodded. Although ninety-nine percent of them were not qualified to worship and be taught by the old man, they admired his virtue in their hearts.

In contrast, he despised Jiang qianxia.

Listening to the noisy accusations of the masses, Jiang qianxia shook his head and smiled, bowing his hand to Cui Maoshan as a scholar.

"Sir, what do you think is the most important point when teaching students?"

"Virtue. My students can be mediocre and incompetent, but they can't lose in virtue."

Jiang qianxia leaned lazily on Guli's strong chest and yawned. He listened to the old man boasting for a long time. How filial and humble his students are, how good old and good people he is. He said one thing and was willing to take his life for his mistakes.

Such an argument, as an official in later generations, was afraid that he would have been drowned by the spitting stars of the masses. But here, the simple and kind-hearted Daqian people were almost moved by tears. Mr. kucui taught well.

The more I heard it, the more I felt that Daqian had not yet laid a bone and recovered the western territory, which was dragged down by these inactive officials.

Jiang qianxia couldn't help whispering, "Your Majesty is indeed an emperor for thousands of years. If there are such officials, they don't get rid of them. They even pay them salaries. It's really kind."

Guli jokingly patted her on the head and whispered, "such an official is really good. You are too demanding."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about the word 'good'?"

He looked up in surprise. Although he was covered, Jiang qianxia's surprise was expressed in the rising tone.

"To be honest and trustworthy, most owners of century old stores have adhered to it for generations. What is there to boast about filial piety? Crows know how to feed back. Isn't this something that people should have when they are born?"

"An unfilial animal is not as good as an unfilial animal. Filial piety can only be said to be an ordinary person. How can it rise to virtue?"

The voice became more and more sharp. Jiang qianxia turned to Cui Maoshan, who had stopped praising his students, and angrily broke his fingers and scolded.

"Your Majesty opened the scientific examination to select officials in order to find talented people to replace the emperor's herdsmen!"

"Eating the food planted by the people and taking the salary issued by your majesty is just to keep them clean. How did officials organize disaster relief when the southern drought occurred last year? Why can refugees be seen near Kyoto now?"

"If God likes to eat, there will be times when he doesn't. He knows that drought and flood will occur every few years. Why don't he know to prepare for disaster prevention in advance?"

With a few sneers, Jiang qianxia ran bitterly and said, "yes, anyway, there was an accident. His majesty and the ministers in the court tried to find a way. Like Mr. Cui's students, they felt sorry. They simply wiped their necks and left a pile of mess to the adults sent by the court for disaster relief. They brazenly fought for the reputation of loving the people like a son."

"Then tell me, if you teach students, what is the most important thing to teach?"

Although he is not angry for the students, Cui Maoshan's cultivation can not be destroyed by just two angry words.

In addition, the people who had wavered just now were also convinced by his calm tolerance and re focused on Jiang qianxia.

"The most important thing is to teach them to remain curious and rationally realize that they have a few kilograms, so as to explore their hidden talents."

Shrugging his shoulders, Jiang qianxia said with a smile, "the reason why qianxia says you may not be qualified as a teacher is because you don't know how much you weigh."

"That's enough! What's Mr. Cui's identity and which round you can give advice!"

Gu Liu was worried. As soon as she heard the little bitch's calm tone, she felt that things were bad.

"No harm."

Cui Maoshan's character is really good. With a light smile, he raised his hand to stop Gu Liu's abuse and said to Jiang qianxia, "when I was young, I could still know what kind of person I was in everyone's heart, but the older I was, the more no one dared to blame me. Go on, I also want to hear what you think of me."

The old man was old-fashioned, but Jiang qianxia was really convinced of his demeanor. He reorganized the language and swallowed those harsh words.

"Qian Xia is young. You shouldn't have evaluated your elders, but compared with your master, it's not difficult to find the problem."

Carrying out the embodiment of human wisdom, Jiang qianxia proudly walked slowly.

"First of all, you've taught countless students all over the world. You should know better than shallow summer that some people are really not suitable for learning. Even if they study and practice hard for ten years, they don't achieve as much as some intelligent students have achieved in a few months."

Cui Maoshan nodded with exclamation. Every time he saw those naturally dull students learning with a hanging beam and a cone, but they were stumbling even with their endorsement, he lamented the injustice of the way of heaven.

"But that doesn't mean they can't be heroes."

As soon as the conversation turned, Jiang qianxia whispered softly, spreading his arms like a spring breeze.

"Among your students, there must be those who have good carpentry, are easy to catch in building houses, always have a good harvest in growing grain, and the ditches dug in the fields can make water irrigate the best..."

"Doesn't this sound particularly useless? Let's put it another way - they may be world-famous craftsmen with their skills, or they may become the greatest architects and make me brilliant. Even after a thousand years, they can amaze future generations!"

"Maybe they can improve the food varieties planted for thousands of years, so that no one will suffer from hunger in Daqian, or become a water conservancy expert, and turn the coastal land suffering from the flood of the Yellow River into a land of abundance..."

Bring everyone into an exciting fantasy, Jiang qianxia smiles.

"Their achievements in other places are far more useful to the country than their hard study of poetry and books, right?"

"But how did you teach them? Did you tell them frankly that they are stupid and will not make great achievements in this life. Let them be ordinary people and live an ordinary and mediocre life?"

"It's your fault. You killed their possibilities in other fields, destroyed their self-confidence, cut off their curiosity about the world, and told them that only reading can make a difference..."

"The gentleman they most admire and trust has ruined their whole life! Even their offspring will learn from their father and feel that they are a waste and accept their fate from generation to generation!"

"How many people have you achieved, you have destroyed people far more than dozens of times! Mr. Cui, you have forcibly instilled your knowledge into students, thus destroying their people all their life. Dare you say you have a clear conscience!"

Cui Maoshan's eyes were dull and his face was gray. He covered his chest. He only felt that his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were roasted on the fire.

His throat trembled and blood gushed out of his mouth. The old man looked up at the sky and cried sadly: "I don't deserve to be a teacher. I've done a lot of harm!!!"

Holding his frightened little cook, Guli had a headache and said, "today is our happy day. Why do we still see blood?"