Simulate the Three Kingdoms, kill Cao Mengde at the beginning

Chapter 131 "The Teacher's Talk"

Yuan Xi did not relax his demands on him just because he was young.

Because Cao Zhi had no other choice.

If he doesn't work hard, he can only be eliminated.

"Tomorrow you will also go to the Literature Hall to report, don't you think you are very talented?"

Yuan Xi calmed down, "Then I will give you the opportunity to be a teacher. Teaching students can earn a lot of money every month. When do you think you can make money and support your family? Then you can ask me other requirements."

"Otherwise, you can figure it out yourself."

After Yuan Xi finished speaking, he walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Before that, he also liked Cao Zhi very much, and thought he was a great talent.

But when Cao Chong and Cao Zhi were compared today, he suddenly felt that Cao Zhi was really simple.

Although there were reasons for not killing him at that time, he never thought that Cao Zhi would be so brainless.

"General."

Bian Linglong chased him out.

"What's the matter?"

Yuan Xi was angry in his heart, and his tone was a little blunt for a while.

Bian Linglong said coyly, "I, I, Zijian, is an ignorant young man, so don't argue with him, General."

"ignorance?"

Yuan Xi frowned and said, "You have to change your attitude too. This Cao Zijian's family was almost ruined. Who gave him the confidence to go out and have fun?"

"He actually dared to borrow money from me this time. I think his skin is also very thick."

Bian Linglong blushed, and Yuan Xi said again: "Don't say he is young and ignorant, look at Cao Chong, isn't he younger? Why is he so sensible?"

"The concubine knew she was wrong."

"Get him ready to be a teacher."

Bian Linglong hurriedly said: "Be a student, how can he be a teacher at his age?"

Yuan Xi laughed, "Isn't he conceited? He always feels that he is superior to others and his talent is unrivaled in the world. If that's the case, it's a good thing to make things difficult for him."

Bian Linglong wanted to say something else, but Yuan Xi had already left.

Under the shade of a tree outside the gate of the Literature Hall, Yuan Xi, dressed in a white Confucian robe, held a bone fan and kept fanning the wind.

The sun was scorching above the head, and on the trail not far away, the students of the Literature School walked into the school at a leisurely pace.

Seems to completely ignore the venomous light.

At this moment, Yuan Xi saw Cao Zhi.

Different from the white Confucian robes worn by the surrounding literature school students, the young Cao Zhi was wearing a blue Confucian robe.

This is the clothes that only the teachers of the literature school can wear.

Therefore, Cao Zhi was under strange eyes almost all the way.

From time to time someone pointed at him.

Cao Zhi hung his head and walked forward without saying a word.

A pair of feet suddenly appeared in his sight.

Cao Zhi lowered his head, stepped aside, and those feet followed him.

He gave way to the other side, and the feet followed him again.

Cao Zhi raised his head angrily, and immediately froze.

Yuan Xi smiled and said, "Come with me."

Cao Zhi pursed his lips, and followed everyone's strange gazes.

The two walked under the shade of the tree, Yuan Xi fanned the wind and said, "Are you going to be a student or a teacher?"

"I"

Cao Zhi groaned and couldn't speak.

"Speak!" Yuan Xi's tone became more serious.

"teacher!"

"You also know that you are coming to be a teacher? I thought you were going to be a grandson." Yuan Xi mocked without hesitation.

Cao Zhi glared at Yuan Xi.

Yuan Xi said disdainfully: "Don't you think you are talented? I give you a chance, why are you still timid, not as chic as before?"

Cao Zhi was silent.

Yuan Xi approached him, "Or, do you think you can't compare with these students, let alone teach them?"

"I can teach!"

"Can I teach you what to do with your head down?"

"It's too hot, I didn't want to lower my head."

"Then go in."

Yuan Xi stopped talking and pouted at the gate of the Faculty of Arts.

Cao Zhi had just taken two steps when he suddenly turned around and said, "The general is here as a student?"

"I'll just stroll around, and don't call me outside in the future, lest people recognize me."

Cao Zhi nodded, just about to lower his head to go in, when he suddenly remembered something, raised his head high, and walked into the literature hall.

Yuan Xi didn't go in, nor did he go in during class.

Stayed in the shade all the time.

After most of the morning, he walked in leisurely.

In the compound, Cao Zhi was quite angry and helpless at this time.

Because he was "besieged".

He has only one class in the morning, which is poetry and prose.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the school, he was kicked out by the students.

Said he was not fit to be Mr.

How could Cao Zhi's proud temper bear such a statement, and immediately reasoned with this group of people.

But the other party has a lot of people, although Cao Zhi has talent and learning, how can he resist the crowd to oppose him together.

"I'm waiting to enter the literature school to study, not to play. I don't have time to play with you."

"Where did the child come from, how many big characters can he know? How dare he come to be our husband."

The gang of young men in Yecheng are all from prominent families and have a strong sense of superiority.

Which one of the teachers who taught them is not a highly respected person?
At this time, suddenly a little-known kid about ten years old came to be their teacher and teach them knowledge.

This group of people immediately fried the pot.

Everyone thinks this is an insult and perfunctory to them.

Even if you randomly find a gentleman with no skills, you are still a little old anyway.

What is it to find such a child?
This is no longer even a basic perfunctory, it is a complete insult in all aspects.

"Go back, we don't need your teaching."

"Go home and breastfeed, little brat!"

What's more, he started to curse directly, causing everyone to laugh.

The women's school is on the opposite side, and there is no separation.

A group of young girls who were in the state of self-study suddenly heard the noise outside, and immediately raised their heads to look outside.

"I heard that a ten-year-old gentleman came to the boys' school next door."

"That's right? Mister ten years old?"

"That's right, is it strange to you? I am a dignified student in the literature school, and I have to be taught by a ten-year-old student."

"Which family is this? But even so, it can't be too much. What can a ten-year-old teach?"

In the study room, dozens of girls discussed heatedly.

"Fushou, have you heard? There is a quarrel at the Boys' School, and they are chasing Mr.

A chubby girl hurried to the short desk, chirping like a sparrow.

The girl she called Fushou was practicing brush calligraphy on the straw paper with her head buried.

The fat girl Ren talked endlessly, and she didn't stop practicing.

"Let's go have a look."

Seeing that Fushou was indifferent, the fat girl grabbed Fushou and begged.

"Qi Ting, lighten up, my words are crooked."

Fu Shou hastily clenched the brush tightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his tone was coquettish.

"Oh, let's go and have a look. I want to see who is so bold that he dares to be a gentleman when he is ten years old."

Fu Shou, who was wearing a chest-length skirt, carefully put down the brush, and then raised his head, with a trace of helplessness on his beautiful and flawless face, "I'm in class, do you want to be criticized?"

Qi Ting was very courageous, and said indifferently: "All the men over there have gone out, what are we afraid of? Go out and have a look. Being a teacher at the age of ten has never been heard of in the ages. It would be a pity not to see it later."

With that said, Qi Ting pulled Fu Shou out.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the girls in the spacious and bright classroom all ran out immediately.

"Cao Zijian?"

Suddenly someone shouted.

"Brother Zijian, why are you here?"

Cao Zhi was helpless, when he heard someone calling him, he quickly raised his head.

It was Li Feng, his new friend in Yecheng.

Li Feng walked up to Cao Zhi's side in a few steps, and said in surprise, "Zijian, are you here to be a teacher?"

Cao Zhi was taken aback.

Li Feng usually flattered him very much, but he never thought that his tone would be like this now.

"Brother Li, who do you think this kid is?"

Li Feng turned his head and smiled, and said, "That's true of Cao Zijian, who was famous in Xuchang's literary world at the time!"

"Cao Cao's son?"

"What is Cao Cao's son? That's Cao Bandit's son!"

"It's true that anyone dares to come to teach, regardless of their status!"

Someone shook his head, his tone full of disdain.

"Even if this is Xuchang, you can't even think about teaching us with your thief Cao's father still here. Don't take a pee to see how you are."

Hearing what everyone said, Li Feng sighed and said in a low voice, "Brother Zijian, you are a man of great talent, but you are not number one in literature. Talented people, how can they convince you?"

In Cao Zhi's wide sleeves, his fists were tightly clenched.

"I admit that you are much better than me, but what about them?"

Li Feng shook his head, with a regretful tone, "Besides, you are too young. If you teach them, they will definitely not be convinced."

"I can teach!"

Cao Zhi's eyes were full of anger, and his expression was full of unwillingness.

Li Feng said with displeasure: "Brother Zijian, as a good friend, I am trying to persuade you with good intentions. Although you are talented, you can't be so arrogant, right? I admit that you are amazing, but why are you confident that you can teach us? "

Outside the crowd, watching Cao Zhi being criticized by a group of people.

Fu Shoudai frowned slightly, pouted and said, "They are too good, so many people say he is the only one."

Qi Ting held her head up and kept looking in, and said with a laugh when she heard the words: "Where is it too much? This Cao Zijian is too trusting, let him teach you, are you willing? Hee hee."

Fu Shouxing's eyes flashed with agility, and he said seriously: "Qi Ting, you don't know Cao Zijian, he is very talented, really talented, not the kind of child prodigy who follows others. His talent is more than ten times that of mine, I think he can be a Mr. .”

"Just blow it, how do you know?"

"I was also in Xuchang before. When his father held a banquet, my father was invited to come over. He wrote a poem in public and compared everyone."

"You're so stupid, that's someone asking him to strangle you."

Although Qi Ting is fat, she is eccentric and eccentric, breaking through the illusion of a child prodigy in Fushou's story.

"Not really."

Fu Shou said: "At that time, he was writing poems silently, no one knew who, and then he chose the best one, and everyone chose his one. It's really amazing."

"Bragging?"

Qi Ting was dubious.

"You're the one bragging."

Fushou was a little angry, and Qiong's nose was sweating profusely. She took out a silk towel and wiped it gently, and continued to look at Qi Ting seriously, as if trying to convince him.

Qi Ting spread her hands and said: "It's useless for you to tell me. It's not that I don't believe it, everyone doesn't believe it. Listen and see."

Fu Shou froze for a moment, looked at the behavior of the people around him and listened to their words, and couldn't help but sighed.

Yuan Xi listened to their discussion for a long time behind the two, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Passing by the two of them, Yuan Xi raised his voice and said, "Everyone gives way, everyone gives way."

"Fuck, who pushed me?"

"Who are you? Why let you!"

One sentence was more ruthless than one sentence, but when they turned around and saw Yuan Xi, everyone shut their mouths.

Handsome and unrestrained, suave and suave, the jade tree faces the wind, just like a fairy facing the dust.

This is what everyone has in mind.

In front of Yuan Xi, all of them felt inferior in their hearts.

When Yuan Xi walked in front of Cao Chong, everyone stopped scolding and looked at Yuan Xi silently.

No one knew this fairy-like man, but this did not prevent them from being greatly shocked.

Even though some people were dissatisfied in their hearts, they didn't have the courage to speak out.

This is an inexplicable emotion, which makes some people who are usually very tempered very aggrieved.

"Cao Zijian."

Yuan Xi looked at Cao Zhi.

Cao Zhi raised his head and looked at Yuan Xi with dull eyes.

"Have you read the rules of the Literature Hall?"

Cao Zhi muttered, "I've seen it."

"Chapter 1, what is written in the third article?"

"If you don't respect your teachers, Mr. Ren has the right to expel students."

"I thought you didn't know," Yuan Xi looked around at the crowd, "How did you do it?"

At this time, someone couldn't help but said: "This classmate, you have to be reasonable in life. How can he teach us at such an age? Isn't this an insult to us, and he is using the school as a joke?"

Yuan Xi put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "In your eyes, Mister can only be an older person?"

"Of course, it is highly respected." The voice of the retorting person was inexplicably small, even he himself was surprised, and he didn't know why.

Yuan Xi smiled and said, "Can you swim?"

"I, I won't."

"An eight-year-old child can swim, can I teach you?"

"Of course, but he is not my husband who taught me, let alone be my teacher."

The man thought for a while, and then said: "A lot of people on the street have reason to say, and I think it makes sense after hearing it. Can't they all be my teachers?"

"That's the reason."

Qi Ting nodded repeatedly.

Fu Shou lifted up the sleeves of the light brown blouse, fanned the heat from his pretty face, and said softly, "Why do I think that the person who can teach me knowledge is our husband?"

"Silly!"

Qi Ting curled her lips and said: "Sir, the teacher is teaching us knowledge, not teaching us useless things, that can't be counted as sir, only those who can teach knowledge, and nothing else."

Fu Shou tilted his head, "But isn't all the so-called knowledge learned from life?"

"Not at all."

Qi Ting no longer knew how to explain to Fushou.

She felt that Fushou's studies were confused, and the farmers in the fields could also farm, but she didn't know how. Can a lowly farmer still be her husband?
Don't even think about it!

At this time, someone also agreed with the person who spoke before, and Yuan Xi couldn't help but feel disappointed.

A bunch of refined egoists.

Learning is just for learning, not knowing honor or disgrace, right from wrong.

In other words, learning is just a means for them to improve and stabilize their class.

"You guys really learned it into the dog's stomach."

(End of this chapter)