A group of children who didn't look like they came from a wealthy family gathered around a man who wasn't even dressed in a wealthy family.
Behind the man, there was a boy who looked like a tiger-headed boy who was squeezing his shoulders as he was leaning against a stone.
That man was none other than the down-and-out scholar Zhong Wu.
Zhong Wu's clothes indeed looked rather poor, but at this moment he looked like an "earth god" worshiped by a group of children.
There was also a sesame seed cake in Zhong Wu's arms, which he carefully placed in his arms, as if he was reluctant to eat it, or he was treating the sesame seed cake as dinner.
"Sir, you haven't finished the story you told us last time." The tiger-headed boy who squeezed his shoulders said with a naive smile while sniffing his nose.
Zhong Wu called the tiger-headed boy in front of him, and saw that there were two gray "worm paths" under his nose. The bugs in his nose came and went. He couldn't help but pointed to the lake and smiled: "Go, kill you."
Wash your nose clean. As I told you before, I won’t tell you stories if you do this again."
The tiger-headed boy smiled innocently and touched his head. After hearing Zhong Wu's words, he immediately ran to the lake to clean himself.
Zhong Wu waited until the tiger-headed boy came back and saw a group of children standing in a circle around him.
There were five boys in this group of children, and a little girl who looked much younger than the five boys.
The little girl looks like she is five or six years old at most.
The little girl was wearing a big red cotton-padded jacket and holding a doll full of patches in her arms. Fortunately, it was clean.
"Have you remembered everything I asked you to carry yesterday?" Zhong Wu stood up from the stone he was leaning on, and then asked the six children to sit down cross-legged.
"Remember!" the five children shouted in unison, including the little girl who had not yet completely taken off her breast milk.
Only the tiger-headed boy still smiled and touched his head without saying anything.
"Hutou, have you memorized it?"
"First...Sir, I've been carrying it all night, but I still haven't recited it..." the tiger-headed boy said a little embarrassedly.
"Then how much did you recite?" Zhong Wu seemed to have expected it, but there was also a serious expression on his face.
Hutou, who was sitting on the ground and looked up at Zhong Wu, panicked and avoided Zhong Wu's gaze, lowered his head, and whispered: "A little bit..."
"Okay, you can recite that little bit to me." Zhong Wu said.
Hearing this, Hu Tou was not afraid. He looked up at Zhong Wu's eyes and recited aloud: "Be content with what is enough, and you will never be disgraced; know how to stop, and you will be shameless. Blessings will hurt your wealth, but not blessings will hurt yourself.
If you miss a hair, you will miss a thousand miles. If you climb high, you will feel inferior. If...if you climb..."
After reciting this, Hu Tou began to stumble. After a while, Hu Tou scratched his head and said, "Sir, I can't remember the rest."
Zhong Wu did not blame him, but smiled and said: "Very good, much better than before. I didn't carry much today."
After hearing Mr.'s compliment, Hutou rubbed his head and laughed again.
"Ke'er, come on, keep carrying it." After saying that, Zhong Wu turned to face the little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and said with a smile.
Ke'er tidied the dolls in her arms, and then recited with a serious face: "If you climb high, you will feel inferior; if you travel far, you will feel short of yourself. Think twice before acting..."
After a while, Ke'er finished reciting it and then stared at Zhong Wu with a smile.
Zhong Wu nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, Ke'er's memory is really good. Does anyone else know it?"
"Yes, yes!" a group of children said one after another, wanting to recite it to Zhong Wu.
"Okay, come one by one!"
"Content is always enough..."
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Seeing that his classmates and Ke'er, who were younger than him, had recited it completely, Hu Tou looked a little disappointed.
He felt that he was stupid. He had memorized it for a long time last night, but he just didn't remember it completely. Was he really that stupid?
Thinking about it, Hutou felt a little sad.
Zhong Wu noticed something strange about Hu Tou, so he said: "Hu Tou, you performed well today. You memorized much more than before. Although you recite slowly, I believe you will remember what you recited.
Stronger than them."
"Okay, let me continue telling you the story of Xiaoyao Sword Immortal's victory over Broken Sword City today."
After hearing this, Hutou had no time to feel sad, and regained a lot of energy in an instant. He sat cross-legged in front of Zhong Wu. A group of teenagers stared at Zhong Wu with their big eyes as he told the story vividly.
"Speaking of which, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal has fought with the demon god for thousands of rounds with Xiaoyao Sword Technique. As I told you last time, the demon clan and the human race are at the same level, and the human race cannot defeat the demon clan. The reason is
The bodies of demons are much stronger than those of human monks at the same level, and the demonic aura is much more domineering than the spiritual power of human monks, but Xiaoyao Sword Immortal can fight on par with demon gods at the same level..."
Zhong Wu told the story of Xiaoyao Sword Immortal who sacrificed his life to save Broken Sword City for about an hour, and it was already noon.
Zhong Wu was frothing and told the story vividly, and the children were completely brought into the story.
"In the end, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal entered eight hundred miles into the territory of the demon clan and stopped there."
"Then which man-eating demon god was killed?" Ke'er asked, tilting his head.
Zhong Wu looked at the sun and saw that it was getting late, so he yawned and said, "I know what will happen next. Please listen to the explanation next time."
Without waiting for those children to say anything else, he said, "I will teach you a few words today. You go back and learn them. I will see how you learn them tomorrow. If you do not learn them well, I will not tell you stories tomorrow. If you learn them well, I will not tell you any stories."
Okay, I will continue telling you the story."
These children have been with Zhong Wu for a long time, and they know Zhong Wu's habits, and they also know that Zhong Wu will not continue telling stories today no matter what.
And if what they learn tomorrow does not satisfy the teacher, although he will not blame them, he will not be able to hear the rest of the story.
So the six children stood up from the ground, bowed to Zhong Wuzuo like six young masters, and said, "Yes, sir."
Zhong Wu found a branch from his side and wrote a few square words on a piece of flat and loose land, and then said: "Write it a few times, then remember it, and practice it when you go back."
"Yes, sir."
While talking, several children also found some branches from the side and started making gestures back and forth on the ground. After a while, the children's writing started to look good.
Zhong Wu looked at it for a while and then said: "Very good, do you remember everything?"
"I remember, sir."
"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go back early today. I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow morning."
"Goodbye, sir."
After Zhong Wu watched the children leave, he looked towards the woods next to the river and said, "I wonder what Brother He is doing here?"
As soon as Zhong Wu finished speaking, He Yidao slowly walked out of the woods.
"I came to see how Brother Zhong teaches. He looks like a teacher."
Zhong Wu saw He Yidao walking out, with a flattering smile on his face, just like a debtor meeting a creditor who came to seek debt, "Brother He, I just drank a few more sips of your wine, why bother?"
Are you chasing me here?"
He Yidao glanced at Zhong Wu in surprise, "I only drank a few sips of that jar of wine."
Zhong Wu said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Brother He, look at me, I don't have a school to teach even if I teach students, and I don't make any money at all. I don't have any wine money to pay you back..."
He Yidao shook his head and said, "I'm not here to ask you for drink money."
"What's that?"
He Yidao looked at Zhong Wu, "Last time, the jar of wine was gone after just a few sips, which made me feel very unhappy. This time, I will drink it as much as I want."
Zhong Wu's eyes lit up, "What does Brother He mean?"
"I'll treat you to a drink, and I won't come back until you're drunk."