Training Tai Sui

"By the way, after settling down with your mother, come to the main house. Studying is not a dead book. You don't want to understand. Since I have become your teacher, I will teach you well, so don't worry."

As soon as these words came out, both Wei Zheng and his mother turned green.

teach...

One of the famous Daxing Shuangjiao... No, my mentor wants to teach me!

Still reading without asking for a deep understanding is better than not reading at all. Has my teacher finished reading "The Analects of Confucius" and what can he teach me?

The mother and son were extremely sad in their hearts, but they wanted to cry but had no tears.

Qin Feng didn't speak any more, turned around and left with a sympathetic Qin Lang very coolly.

Young master, I am indeed a good young man in the new century, and the feeling of doing a good deed today is really fucking good.

Qin Feng feels that his whole body is full of strength now, Wei Zheng, a dignified and famous official of the generation, naturally needless to say more about his character.Although Qin Feng wants to kill the troubled times in the cradle, but this matter has not even been left behind. With Wei Zheng as a famous minister and apprentice, there is at least one more way out. No matter who he will vote for in the future, his teacher It's not like people chop their heads off.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng whispered to Qin Lang who was beside him: "Uncle Lang, ask Uncle Hua to help their mother and daughter more, find a reliable doctor, and don't let people deceive you."

Qin Lang said with a suddenly realized expression: "It turns out that the young master planned this, I thought..."

"What do you think?" Qin Feng said angrily, "You think I'm too full to do anything, young master, and insult their wives with money?"

"Then how can that be?" Qin Lang said with a smile: "The young master is kind, and the master can rest in peace even if he is alive in the sky. This kid has also cultivated the blessings of eight lifetimes, and he can make the young master look good. At the beginning, the housekeeper asked the boy to sign the contract, but he lived and died. Neither are happy."

Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Born from an aristocratic family, although the family background is not high, but unless it is absolutely necessary, who would easily sell themselves?"

Back at the main house, it didn't take long for the bell outside the gate to ring, and the farmers who were notified flocked towards the main house, waiting to repair the ditches and receive food.

Chapter 21 Preaching and teaching karma to solve doubts

Leisurely days always pass quickly. Of course, for the householders of Qinjiazhuang, the days are not so leisurely now. Adult men have to renovate the ditches, while women and half-grown children have to sweep the entire Qinjiazhuang.

But the harvest is quite gratifying, no matter men or women, as long as they are willing to move, everyone can receive snow-white flour every day.

Sure enough, the flour is as white as snow. These farmers have lived their entire lives. Although most of the time they live on corn and rice, they can still eat one or two meals of flour and rice during the festivals.But if Qin Feng distributes it, they have never seen this snow-white flour and rice anyway, and it is as rare as some kind of treasure.

But this is actually not surprising, this thing is not unusual in Qin Feng's warehouse, whether flour or rice are common goods.It's just that malt and wheat bran are added to the flour in this era, which makes the flour of this era yellowish, and its appearance is far from that of later generations.

As usual, Qin Feng inspected the manor every day. When he found Wei Zheng among the crowd cleaning the village, a smile appeared on his face, and he beckoned him to come to his side.

With his head down and a broom in his hand, Wei Zheng reluctantly came to Qin Feng's side, heaved a deep sigh in his heart, bowed down and said, "Student pays homage to his mentor."

Qin Feng pulled him up, saw that he was still wearing the white-washed single clothes, and asked, "How is your mother's illness?"

Hearing this, the reluctance on Wei Zheng's face dissipated immediately, and he knelt down again, kowtowed to Qin Feng solemnly, and said: "Thanks to the concern of my mentor, the doctor said, if you don't read it early, you will delay If so, my mother..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng slapped him on the head and shouted: "You useless thing!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Feng looked at his palm and couldn't believe it.

This is Wei Zheng, a famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, so he was beaten by himself?

Why is it like a dream, but this feels really good, do you want to hit it again?

Wei Zheng didn't know what Qin Feng was thinking, but this really made him a little dazed, but these days the teacher is his father, so there is nothing to say about being beaten by his own father, he can only grit his teeth and bear it.

Looking at Wei Zheng who didn't say a word, Qin Feng didn't have the nerve to attack the child after all, so he said: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to support but doesn't want to be loved. , you are full of knowledge, what's the use of it, don't you regret it?"

"What the teacher taught is that Wei Zheng will keep it in mind."

"A child can be taught!" Qin Feng pulled Wei Zheng up again, patted him on the shoulder appreciatively, and said, "Come to my teacher's study room later, and I will see what your knowledge is, and I will teach you by the way."

Wei Zheng was startled, but it wasn't surprise, but shock.

One of the dignified Daxing Shuangjiao to teach yourself, what to teach yourself, how to become a playboy?

He paid homage to a benefactor, but it was for the sake of his mother's treatment. Wei Zheng endured it, but he still wanted to mess around with him. If this continues, how can he still read books?

"Master, I want to learn by myself..."

Qin Feng originally wanted to be nice, but now that he has different identities, he has to look like a teacher to be a teacher, but since you don't know good and bad, don't blame the teacher for being cruel.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng sneered, put on the domineering arrogance of a dandy, and said directly: "Stop talking nonsense, you will be a teacher for a day, and a father for life, and a filial son will be born under the stick. From now on, you can rest assured to study as a teacher and serve as a teacher." The teacher will personally teach you, if you are disobedient, I will break your dog legs!"

"Uncle Hua!"

Qin Feng roared.

Qin Hua glanced at Wei Zheng sympathetically, came to Qin Feng's side, and asked, "What's your order, young master?"

Qin Feng said solemnly: "Find a stick, the young master will practice the saying that a filial son will be born under the stick today, is it right?"

After all, Qin Feng turned around and left without staying for a moment.

In this extremely strange era, Qin Feng's heart is always full of crises.The turmoil after decades hung over his head like a sharp knife, and the only way to restrain the crisis was to strengthen his own strength.

If you can teach a few disciples, and when they start their careers, it will be the best to influence the direction of the Sui Dynasty. Even if you can't, let them separate and join a few princes with the most potential, and you don't need to worry about losing your head for no reason, right?

Qin Feng doesn't know whether this era is the Sui Dynasty he is familiar with. After all, the Sui Dynasty ruled for too short a year, and many historical materials are vague. He is not sure that what he knows must be the truth, in case there is a discrepancy But it will kill people, and there is no harm in having multiple escape routes.

Wei Zheng stood there stunned with grief and indignation, Qin Hua, who was always on the side, stepped forward and patted Wei Zheng's shoulder helplessly, and sighed: "Master's heart is not bad, but he just likes to play a little bit, hurry up, it's too late It is impossible to say that I will be beaten again."

"But I'm not done yet."

Wei Zheng was reluctant, these jobs were calculated on a daily basis, if he slipped away before the time came, not to mention the flour, not even a single hair would fall.

Thinking of the soup cakes made of snow-white flour yesterday, Wei Zheng felt ashamed.

Have you already fallen?

Qin Hua said with a smile: "Go, follow the young master, how can we lose your food?"

Qin Feng came to the study with big strides, and Wan'er beside him had already served tea, accompanied by the unglamorous sunshine in the morning, which made people feel extremely peaceful.

The right hand tapped the small case rhythmically, but Qin Feng was thinking about how he should go next.

Eat and die?

This is a good choice. After all, there is a warehouse. Even if I take this Zhuangzi to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, I am not afraid that I will starve to death.

But the problem is that I have no power or power, and I don’t know how long I can keep the secrets of the warehouse. If people are really watching, the beef, toothbrush, soap, flour and other things these days are enough to attract their attention.

Those dignitaries will not be as timid as Wei Jun, and give themselves a chance to prepare. At that time, it will be easy to seize the property, and it is more likely to seize themselves and inquire about the secrets of the warehouse.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng shuddered, he seemed to have seen himself locked in a dark hut, candles, leather whips, small leather shoes... No, it was the scene of pepper water and tiger benches serving in turn.

But the way to become an official has basically been cut off by his cheap father, not to mention that the imperial examination is still in its infancy stage, even if it is officially launched, with his little foundation in ancient Chinese, why should he compete with this group of ancients?