However, Wen Rensheng didn't care about this either.

He then returned to the room.

Keep reading.

As for taking the exam, it was very simple for him.

Soon, it was 9 o'clock in the morning.

Well, the 24-hour clock is already used here.

Numbers were also passed in.

Because there are gods, it is slightly more open than the feudal society of the previous life.

Mainly for the convenience of God.

24 hours is more accurate than the 12 hour clock.

Then Wen Rensheng went to class.

During class, he used his academic skills.

It didn't take long for these students to notice the difference.

They found that the knowledge seemed to turn into animation and seemed to become easy to understand.

But Wen Rensheng sighed.

It's all corrupt knowledge.

It does not teach people how to make a living by doing things, but only teaches the general ethics and etiquette, respecting superiors and inferiors.

It seems useful, but in fact it can only be used in official circles.

Even in officialdom, it is often not used.

When it is really used, it is in certain situations.

Therefore, many scholars read too much, which is too cumbersome and they lose the flexibility they had when they were young.

He became a useless person.

As Wen Rensheng gradually lectured, the students were also fascinated by it.

At this moment, at some point, a group of people gathered outside.

The voices were all discussed in low voices.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I would still be able to attend such a children's education class," said a scholar.

"Yes, it seems that Brother Zhao's lecture ability is more than ten times better than his examination ability."

"He won't be able to pass the Juren Examination, but it's very likely that some of his students will."

"Wait a minute, the purpose of our visit is to ask where the widower Wang is. Don't just listen to the lecture."

"Then you have to ask after class. After all, studying and teaching are sacred matters and cannot be blasphemed."

It turned out that these scholars were looking for trouble.

Widower Wang is indeed a bait.

It's a bait used to annex other people's property.

And Wen Rensheng had already kicked the old widower Wang to death and buried him.

Naturally, the whereabouts cannot be revealed.

But why would he be worried about this?

Not worried at all.

The most powerful skill in solving crimes these days is to bring someone in front of a saint to ask questions.

And Wen Rensheng has a way to deal with this.

Sure enough, after he came to class, five or six scholars surrounded Wen Rensheng.

"Brother Zhao, please be polite."

"Oh, isn't this Brother Qian? What's the matter?" Wen Rensheng went out carrying a volume of books.

"It's like this. Widower Wang said that he came to you today to discuss breaking off the engagement, but it's already noon and he hasn't come back yet. We are his classmates and friends, so we came to ask." Qian Xiucai asked.

When Wen Rensheng heard this, he knew that these people must have been paying attention to widower Wang's affairs, so he immediately noticed that widower Wang had not returned home.

Otherwise, it will take at least two days to find out.

"Oh, then why are you looking for him? Why are you looking for me? I didn't see him. Maybe he was old. On the way here, he suddenly became seriously ill and was sent to the hospital." Wen Rensheng said casually.

Give a reason.

"Impossible, don't lie here. We asked all the way. Some people saw him going to your house, but no one saw him coming back from your house!" Qian Xiucai still has some potential as a detective.

He was actually able to deduce the approximate location of the disappearance from the witnesses who came and went.

"Even if he saw the direction to my house, it doesn't prove that he went to my house." Wen Rensheng smiled, "Maybe he turned around again halfway. After all, the alley where my family lives has several turns."

"Humph, we thought you were the one who hid the person! You wanted to wait until they got married before releasing the person!" Qian Xiucai never expected that Wen Rensheng would really dare to kill someone.

Of course, the original Zhao Xiucai, let alone killing people, would not dare to marry the He family once he heard something was going on.

Now Wen Rensheng just shook his head: "You said I hid it, so I hid it? I also said you hid it and deliberately framed me!"

"You, you are talking nonsense, you have the guts to go to the Confucian Temple to confront me!" Sure enough, Qian Xiucai and others would use this trick.

Since there are simple methods, naturally no one uses complicated methods.

Wen Rensheng smiled lightly:

"Okay then, let's go to the Confucian Temple."

"Go to the Confucian Temple!"

"go!"

"Let's go together!"

Suddenly, the excitement became lively.

Students, as well as residents living near the school, all began to watch.

And follow them one by one.

Wen Rensheng really wanted to say, you don't have to work to eat?

Someone seemed to notice it, and a woman immediately answered: "I won't be hungry if I don't work for a long time. Besides, I went to the Confucian Temple and got new things to talk about. The ladies and girls will also give me more work. Let us talk more. Give me

Give me some reward money.”

Hahaha.

Sure enough, they are a group of smart citizens.

This is also the soil where urban technology originated.

such a pity.

As long as there are monarchs at the top and Confucian etiquette at the bottom, even if the citizen class can break through, it will be difficult for them to break through too much.

But as long as there are no barbarian invasions.

The citizen class can still successfully absorb advanced foreign things.

He saw some people dressed very strangely.

Men dress in colorful clothes, wear flowers in their hair, and apply powder on their faces, lest they are not eye-catching enough.

Not many people talk about them.

That person is still a scholar.

This is the atmosphere of openness.

People naturally like new things.

I hate being old-fashioned.

It was only slowly being closed down and suppressed that I had no choice but to keep to the old ways for the sake of safety.

He also saw someone riding a wooden bicycle.

It's also strange.

The tires are made of wood wrapped in rubber, and the chains are made of iron.

The transmission device is also made of iron.

The cyclist is also a talented person.

"Hey, Zhao Xiucai also likes this walking beast?"

"One hundred taels per car."
To be continued...