A wise ruler will adapt to the social environment and change his ruling methods, while a stupid ruler will regress the social environment to a state that he can control and then rule.
The results between the two are naturally very different.
Yuzai heard that the Central Plains was engaged in joint cooperation and did not speak for a long time. He just felt that the world was too crazy and too chaotic.
This wave of change is truly beyond the times.
Could it be that when I was bragging with Chonghua and Di Fangxun before, I said some dirty words that I shouldn't have said?
Except for the deduction about the family world, I don't remember much about other things. Although wizards have good memories, things like dirty talk are blurted out involuntarily. Whether you can remember them depends on it.
Mouth not brain.
And that was all two or three years ago. Time flies by so fast...
After meeting Wu Xie, Yu Zai arranged a place for him to live and invited him to be the sixth teacher of the school. Naturally, he would teach some culture and philosophy in the divination process. Of course Wu Xie was willing.
It was only on the day when he went to teach in the school that Wu Xie realized that he was not teaching culture and philosophy, but telling stories to the children to relax...
In the school, Wu Xie talked about bits and pieces about some gods, as well as the process and experience of his previous sacrifices. The children all listened to these things as fairy tales, so some people started to cause trouble...
"Mr. Xie, has the god you mentioned ever gone to school?"
"Mr. Xie, is this god a male or a female? I think the lamb is male."
Wu Xie: "The lamb is not a god, it is just a sheep that steals food. Don't lie to me. I know how stupid that sheep is."
"Mr. Xie, have you registered in Hongzhou?"
"Mr. Xie, can you, a god like you, know how to recite the Natural Sutra?"
"Mr. Xie, can this god release animals?"
"Sir! Can this god defeat the Yellow Emperor? I don't think so."
"Teacher Wu Xie, I pray to this god, can he help me with my homework? I can give him all my pocket money."
Children's thinking is always wild and illogical. Wu Xie took a class and had no idea what he was teaching. He even looked a little tired and crazy because of the random questions asked by the children.
But after the class was over, the teachers who were listening outside the room all said that he taught well.
"You can liven up the atmosphere in the classroom and have everyone discuss it actively. Mr. Wu Xie, you have done a good job!"
Uncle Xi stroked his beard and praised Wu Xie. Although he was a junior, his working experience was still one month longer than Wu Xie's.
The beautiful big house next to it was built very quickly. The professional craftsmen brought by the Tori So family made the house beautiful. It is said that a small library will be built there, which will contain some
Bamboo slips and oracle bones from the past will be used as references for future school questions...
Regarding this point, after the preliminary results of literacy and word recognition were achieved, Uncle Xi’s Chinese get out of class was also assigned a special homework topic after class.
"Write an essay to test your literacy skills and see if you have studied hard. So, the assignment for this time is to write about the most touching or greatest thing that your parents did to you when you were young.
Well, it must be at least fifty words..."
Many people began to transform into the Great Sage and scratch their heads everywhere.
What touching things did their parents do when they were young? This was the tribal era, and children aged three to five seldom remembered things. Someone like Yan Rong, who could play cards with little yellow chickens at the age of five, was purely gifted.
Well, young parents these days are all working, and I am just a young man in his early twenties. He is full of energy, and if his child cries, he will be heard without a slap...
On the way home from school, the children began to discuss how to write the homework this time, so someone suggested giving bamboo slices to the lamb to eat, but in the end someone had an idea and said that he was sick two or three years ago, and his mother
Taking him to Mr. Wu Pan for medical treatment, although the process was uneventful, we can beautify it and perform artistic processing...
The children's eyes immediately lit up.
The next day, Uncle Xi collected the homework...
"When it rained heavily, my mother carried me to the medical center overnight to see a doctor. She put a big raincoat on me, but she got soaked..."
"My mother stayed with me all night, and then she fell ill..."
"Although the handwriting is crooked, the content is pretty good... eh?"
Uncle Xi had just praised a certain classmate, and what was written on the next bamboo slip was almost the same as the one above.
Then Uncle Xi continued to look through it, and the same paragraph was written on dozens of bamboo pieces.
"Heh...the same storm, the same mother?"
"Was Mr. Wu Pan exhausted from the treatment that night? The entrance to the medical shop was really lively."
Your parents will never know what role you play in your child's composition.
Uncle Xi stared at them and sounded very unhappy, but since it was his first time writing a composition and there was no template, he still forgave them.
In fact, the so-called "proposal composition" has been around for a long time. It is said that after the Yellow Emperor unified the tribes in the world, he carried out activities to worship Yan Emperor and once wrote the model composition "Xia Jie" as a speech.
However, in the past, things that only the upper echelons of the tribe would write about were now written by ordinary children. For them, of course, they cannot understand the high-level things, so they have to start from the bits and pieces of life.
Uncle Xi continued to flip through it and saw Ruxu's composition.
He didn't look at it yet, but just thought about it in his mind. He probably didn't think it was something like "My Village Chief Master".
However, the passage written on the oracle bones of Ru Xu made Uncle Xi look at it for a long time.
He didn't speak for a long time, and just nodded to Yu Xu. Later, the piece of bamboo was not graded, but was handed over to all the children for circulation.
Uncle Xi told them that parental love is not superficial, but an emotion from the heart. The meaning of the composition is to let you understand that there are some things that only words can express.
Yuxu’s bamboo slips read:
"My mother gave me life. My mother is the sky, and I am the bird flying in the sky. My mother is the sea, and I am a wave in the sea. My mother gave birth to me. There is no greater thing than this.
Yes, the witch said that I was born facing the rising sun, that must be wrong."
"It was my mother who welcomed the rising sun and gave birth to me."