Jiang Siming was stunned for a moment, and then received a message in his head. His ID in the Three Kingdoms was Jiang Bei, with the courtesy name Siming.
Well, my name has become Chinese characters, and I also have the nickname Jiang Bei.
It seems that the old man is his cheap teacher, Cai Yong.
Cai Yong also knew that the great writer of the Eastern Han Dynasty had a daughter named Cai Wenji, who was a wet nurse and pretended to be a prostitute...
Ahem, why did you end up in the world of King of Glory? I went to the wrong set. Sorry.
The teacher called the roll, and Jiang Siming had no choice but to respond.
It's really unlucky to be a student in two consecutive dungeons, so damn...
"Teacher, the students are just thinking about what the teacher said." Jiang Siming said nonchalantly.
"Oh? Tell me, Siming, what is your opinion on these seven chapters of "Spring and Autumn"?" Cai Yong asked.
Jiang Siming snorted, where has he read "Spring and Autumn"? Come on, although he is a student of Fudan, he is a science student.
If you ask about any chemical equation, he will know it. If you ask a liberal arts student, he will know the answer.
"Is Xiaoxian Xiaoxian here? Yes, yes, yes, I am your sweet sister... Bah, what the hell? Come help me quickly, Axian."
Jiang Siming had no choice but to call his 'follower', the all-powerful Baidu Encyclopedia fairy.
"Master, don't worry, Xiaoxian will help you answer your questions!" Xiaoxian whispered in Jiang Siming's ear secretly.
It's great to have a fairy by his side. If he had had a fairy around when he was studying in the past, he could have been admitted to Harvard.
I guess this should be the dream of all students. With a little fairy, you don’t have to worry about taking exams. You can score as many points as you want.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Siming began to speak loudly in full view of everyone:
"The Spring and Autumn Annals are written by Lu Shi. The Lu Shi family wrote them down, and Confucius recorded them and hid them in order to pass them on to future generations. The sages wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, but they only wrote about the events directly, and the good and the evil were revealed by themselves. The Spring and Autumn Annals
It is called "Small but obvious, ambitious but obscure, euphemistic and comprehensive, exhaustive but not dirty, punishing evil and encouraging good..."
Jiang Siming talked eloquently, and Cai Yong nodded repeatedly and smiled happily.
after class.
All the scribes and students left, but Jiang Siming was stopped.
Because he was a closed disciple and defected from Youzhou far away, Cai Yong let him live in his mansion and had a special small courtyard for him to live in.
It seems that Cai Yong is still very good to his closed disciple.
In particular, Cai Yong was very satisfied with today's performance and praised him a few times.
As soon as he returned to his courtyard, Jiang Siming was about to find a servant to ask what year it was, whether Dong Zhuo had come to Beijing, and whether Lu Bu had sex with Diao Chan.
But a girl came to his yard.
"Cousin, are you there?"
Jiang Siming heard the sound and walked out of the room. A girl wearing Hanfu stood slim and graceful at the door. She was a lady and had an orchid temperament.
90 marks.
Jiang Siming scored this girl mainly because she was young and looked only about 16 years old, otherwise the score might have been higher.
And this cousin sentence once again allowed Jiang Siming to get some information.
This girl is Cai Yong's daughter, Cai Wenji, the strongest nanny in the Canyon of Kings.
Bang! (The backhand is a slap, telling you to play the king every day!)
Ahem, Cai Yan, courtesy name Wenji.
He had some cousins in Cai Yong's family, so Cai Yan was naturally called Jiang Siming's cousin.
Of course, in this era, cousins and cousins are not considered blood relationships at all, but are symbols of intimacy.
It was obvious that the girl was interested in Jiang Siming.
"Cousin, you are here, have you eaten?"
Jiang Siming came out and responded, and also said a standard straight man's idiom, "Have you eaten..."
Cai Yan covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Cousin, are you hungry? This is the last time. How can we eat so quickly?"
The time is from one to three o'clock in the afternoon.
In ancient times, people had two meals a day. Breakfast was at eight or nine in the morning, which was called morning meal, and it was also called eating. Dinner was at five or six in the afternoon, which was called feeding, and it was also called eating.
When Jiang Siming heard Xiaoxian's reminder, he coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "Yeah, I didn't eat enough yesterday."
"Then I'll ask Chef Dong to make a bowl of porridge and soup for my cousin?"
"Okay." In order to avoid embarrassment, Jiang Siming agreed bravely.
Cai Yan gave two instructions to the maid next to him, and the maid left to serve Jiang Siming porridge.
Cai Yan walked into the courtyard and said with a smile: "Cousin, Wen Ji recently read the Book of Songs and found that some parts are obscure and difficult to understand. I would like to ask my cousin if you can help me understand it?"
Jiang Siming Yile, I came into contact with him under the name of "Xue Xue".
How could a veteran in love like him not understand such a little trick?
"Of course, cousin, please sit down." Jiang Siming nodded happily.
What should he be afraid of? What should he be afraid of if he has a fairy?
I can answer everything I ask fluently.
Soon, the two sat down and talked.
During the conversation, Jiang Siming turned out to be knowledgeable and explained many obscure things in various ways.
After listening, Cai Yan looked at Jiang Siming with even more admiration for Youai.
At this time, the porridge came, and Jiang Siming stopped talking for the time being and wanted to try this porridge from the Eastern Han Dynasty.
It's just ordinary millet porridge, tasteless, not even a side dish.
At this moment, Jiang Siming remembered that there were several boxes of canned side dishes in Qiankun Ring, so he decisively took out a bottle from them, opened it, and paired it with millet porridge. It was delicious.
"Cousin, what is this? It smells so good, so fragrant and spicy."
Cai Yan looked at the can that was conjured up with curiosity on his face.
Jiang Siming Yile, this is just a copy anyway, and it will not affect history.
So don't worry about changing history or anything.
"This is called canned food. It's a specialty here. Would you like some? It's delicious."
Cai Yan's throat secretly growled, and she seemed to want to eat it, but she was embarrassed.
Jiang Siming didn't follow her lead, so he took a pickled radish and handed it to her mouth.
"Come and have a taste."
Cai Yan's face turned red because Jiang Siming used the same chopsticks he had used.
If he eats it himself, wouldn’t he be with Jiang Siming...
But she was afraid that not eating would disappoint Jiang Siming, so she boldly blushed, carefully bit it with her teeth and quickly ate it into her mouth.
"Hmm! Cousin, why is this stuff so sour and a little spicy?"
Cai Yan was distracted by the sour radish in his mouth and frowned, feeling both aftertaste and pain.
After all, people who eat pickled radish for the first time will have this expression.
Jiang Siming laughed, it was so interesting to use modern food to prank ancient people.
I remember when he was in Yitian Dungeon, he conquered the stomachs of all Emei female disciples with instant noodles.
After finishing the porridge, the two continued to chat.
During the chat, I learned that Jiang Siming had made some insinuations and figured out what year it was now.
It is now 189 AD. Dong Zhuo has entered Beijing, deposed the young emperor Liu Bian, and helped Liu Xie succeed to the throne.
At this time, Dong Zhuo had just entered the capital and had not yet opened his fangs, so the capital was relatively peaceful.
After a while, Dong Zhuo will begin to show his true face, and then it will be time for the princes from all walks of life to attack Dong Zhuo.
This temporary tranquility in Kyoto is actually the eve of the storm.
Jiang Siming was not in a hurry and did not think about killing Dong Zhuo directly.
If Dong Zhuo is not in chaos, troubled times will not appear. Without troubled times, this copy will be meaningless.
[Author’s digression]: Recently, the website is holding a banknote contest. I didn’t even know I had a sake cold, but the editor reminded me to ask for more banknotes (face covering). Please, everyone, please remember to vote after reading this.
Let the sake win a prize or something, hehe, please, cough cough. (To be continued)