In order to have a bite to eat, Zhu Chongba decided to become a monk, and he chose the Huangjue Temple not far away. ”

"But monks are not so easy to be. For this new little monk, the other monks in the temple regarded him more as a free long-term worker. In addition to working as a cleaner, a storekeeper, an oil lamp refueler, and even the dust on the Buddha's body needs to be wiped by him! Even so, he is still scolded all day long!"

But he persevered. Every lonely and lonely night, he would sit in the firewood room, looking up at the night sky, thinking of his parents who had starved to death. ”

"He's content. At least I can still eat now, that's enough!"

"Good days are always so short, after dozens of days, there is nothing to eat in the temple, all the monks have to go out to make fate, and Zhu Chongba is no exception......"

Yang Ming talks about the history of the Ming Dynasty, and the content is familiar to everyone, but in another tone, it is eloquent and fascinating.

While everyone was watching Yang Ming's lecture, Yang Ming had already returned to the office.

After saying hello to everyone, Yang Ming picked up his information bag, took another sip of water, and left first.

Walking down from the teacher's building, he vaguely saw a figure behind his car flickering, and he walked over with a frown.

"Who?"

But the other party was small and deliberately avoided him, and the two circled around the Ferrari. Yang Ming was on the side of the car, and the man hid on the other side of the car; Yang Ming came to the back of the car, and the other party hid in front of the car again.

", what the hell?" Yang Ming took advantage of the other party's arrival in the front of the car and pressed the alarm button on the key with his hand, and suddenly the car sounded a shrill alarm, startling the figure hiding there.

Yang Ming just walked over quickly, only to see a girl in a gray student skirt and white stockings squatting there, he glared and asked, "What do you want to do here?"

After the girl was discovered, she didn't have any consciousness, she even glared back at Yang Ming and scolded, "Scumbag!"

"Oh, I remember, it's you! Pangolin!"

Tang Xin's face turned red for a moment, and she scolded three more times, "Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran.

"Don't run! Pangolin...... What class are you from? Yang Ming asked twice but didn't get a response, he didn't take it too seriously, and drove away.

After Yang Ming walked for a while, the video in the history teaching and research group also came to an end, and Yang Ming was talking about the last paragraph of the second section.

"Zhu Chongba became a monk, or these days when he begged for food, I think his harvest is huge!"

"His greatest gain is that he has completed the transformation! He has changed from a child who can only watch his parents and family starve to death, to a warrior who can face all difficulties and is armed to the heart!"

"If before this begging, he was just a young man who was at a loss, then after he returned to Huangjue Temple after three years of begging, he was already a person who had the confidence to be able to overcome everything!"

Zhu Chongba was already ready to leave Huaixi, where he was begging for food, and before going back, he carefully recalled the gains and losses of the past three years, and then packed his bags and set foot on the way home. ”

"I'll come back again, Zhu Chongba thought. ”

When Yang Ming's words fell, the second history class had ended, and the teachers of the history teaching and research group came back to their senses, "This is over, I feel that I am talking so fast!"

"Hurry up, 45 minutes passed, and my stomach was rumbling with hunger. ”

Listening to this teacher, the other teachers reacted that it had been 45 minutes since they got off work, and everyone had finished their lunch at this time!

In order to watch Mr. Yang Ming's history lesson, everyone forgot to eat lunch. Forget to sleep and eat, but that's it!

The director of the history teaching and research group turned off the computer and sighed, "It's really a terrible posterity, and it's still a history that we are familiar with, but being told by him and this rendering really makes people want to listen to it! Okay, let's go to dinner first, so as not to affect the afternoon's work." ”

The teachers left one after another, those who did not have classes went home to eat, and those who had classes went to the cafeteria.

Zhang Qiang didn't go to eat, he sat back at his desk after listening to the class, carefully reviewing the content of Teacher Yang Ming's lecture, and after a while, he suddenly had his own thoughts.

"Teacher Yang Ming's class is so good, but this is just video material, people who don't watch the video can't accept these contents, what if I convert his lessons into words?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang immediately got busy, he didn't care about eating, first found the materials of Yang Ming's first history lesson, and then typed while listening, turning the content of the entire history class into words.

Zhang Qiang read it twice, and to his surprise, after converting it into words, the history class taught by Mr. Yang Ming is still so attractive!

"Great!" Mr. Zhang Qiang's mood bloomed instantly, he slightly modified the manuscript, modified part of the colloquial content, and then opened the webpage to log in to the "Xiaoyujing" community.

The "Xiaoyujing" community is the world's largest Chinese online forum, which is divided into hundreds of different sections, whether it is related to life or related to all walks of life, there are fans of different sections, and the number of registered people has reached hundreds of millions.

Mr. Zhang Qiang likes to mix with the history section of the "Xiaoyujing" community, and his screen name here is "Xiaolou Dongfeng", and he is also the deputy moderator of this section.

Don't look at him as a small transparent figure in reality, but on the Internet, there are still many people who know him, and he can be regarded as a popular figure in this community.

After Zhang Qiang converted Yang Ming's history lesson into a manuscript, the first thing he did was to send the historical version of the "Xiaoyujing" community for his netizens to watch and comment.

At that moment, he came up with a title, "History can also be told in this way, Teacher Yang Ming explains history, the first section." ”

When he sent this paragraph, it was already past 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, but fortunately there was no class for him in the afternoon.

At that moment, he went to a small restaurant outside the school to eat a little, and when he came back, he copied the video materials of Yang Ming's second history class to continue his text transformation.

At 5 o'clock in the evening, he completely sorted out the text and revised it to be more suitable for viewing.

Once again, he opened the history section of the "Xiaoyujing" community, and he was surprised to find that the post he had just sent out now now has more than 30 pages of messages below, 20 per page, that is, there are more than 600 messages.

"It's only been two hours, and it's not the time when there are the most people in the community at night, and there are more than 600 messages?" Zhang Qiang was also quite shocked.

After reading the messages one by one, he found that most of them thought that this Ming history was very well written, with an unprecedented style.

However, there are also some discordant voices, "It's just grandstanding, that is, there is a little amazing at the beginning, it can't last long with his method, and the next mediocre writing will not be read!"

"How can you write mediocre next?" Zhang Qiang looked through the thick glass lens, his eyes were full of pride, "How could Teacher Yang Ming let us down, then let you take a look at this second lesson!"

"History can also be told in this way, Teacher Yang Ming explained history, section 2. ”