In social studies, reading is an elegant place, but because there are children and teenagers, there will inevitably be noise and disputes, but social studies is a place where people read and do not gather noisy crowds like the market. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, these students were excited, their words were angry, and this anger and questioning were facing the teacher, and respecting the teacher was a truth that everyone knew on the first day of study.

This kind of scene is really the first time I have seen it.

Zhang Liantang, who was standing among the students, was surrounded by excited students before and after, he subconsciously looked for it, and soon saw Xue Qing not far away, the little boy mixed with a group of students who were even thinner, and he was also waving his hands and shouting something, with the excitement of being instigated and infected.... What kind of fun is he making, what's going on?

Professor Lu finally reacted, his face purple: "Listen to me... It's not like that..."

The uproar of the students continued, and more people jumped onto their desks, trying to make their words heard, and Professor Lu's voice was silenced before he could speak.

Mr. Qingxia stepped forward and said, "Stop." His face was solemn, his voice was not very loud, and he sent it out calmly, and the students standing at the table in front of him were the first to see and hear them, and their voices moved, and then the people around them stopped the noise and slowly spread.

Mr. Qingxia didn't speak, just glanced solemnly, the student who waved his hand lowered his arm, and the student standing on the table lowered his head and climbed down, and the hall became silent and quiet.

Professor Lu and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but raise their sleeves to wipe their sweat, fortunately Mr. Qingxia was there.

Mr. Qingxia said: "You and other students are so noisy, what kind of system. Since you are Zhang Bao's classmates, you should study in peace at this time, so noisy and troublesome, if Zhang Bao's culpability is aggravated, whose fault is it?"

The hall was quiet for a moment, and a student suddenly stood up and said, "Zhang Bao is indeed innocent, we have been locked up for so long and no one has inquired about it, so we are worried and anxious, and we didn't mean to cause trouble." ”

Chu Minghui and Zhang Liantang silently recited the student's name in his heart.

With him speaking alone, more students nodded in agreement.

"yes, he's innocent, why hasn't he been released?"

"He's been locked up for a long time, and there's no news at all..."

The hall was buzzing again, but the anger and excitement from before had subsided considerably.

Mr. Qingxia said: "We have already asked the government, the Chang'an Mansion arrested all kinds of suspects before, but because of the special identity of Lord Zong Zhouzong, his subordinates asked to report to the capital and other people to verify, and the Chang'an Mansion must not interfere, so in addition to arresting the murderers, the other affairs of the government did not ask." ”

I see, the students nodded their heads in a low voice, and the atmosphere was more relaxed.

Professor Lu hurriedly took the opportunity to speak: "Now that the Jingguan is here, the suspects will naturally inquire one by one, and since Zhang Bao is innocent, he will be released soon...."

Before he could finish his sentence, a student spoke.

"Soon?"

Xue Qing, Zhang Liantang said, good question.

Uh, it should be soon, I don't think I should have given such an affirmation... Professor Lu hesitated, subconsciously wanting to see who asked, the students in the hall were crowded, and more students had already spoken.

"Soon?"

"It's been a long time, and his father is going to cry blind... I don't eat anything..."

“.. If it drags on, people won't be able to live..."

Seeing that the noise was about to rise again, Professor Lu didn't care who it was, and hurriedly raised his hand to comfort the sentient beings, and said: "It's very fast, it will be questioned soon, if Zhang Bao is really innocent, he will naturally be released." ”

The students nodded and did not ask any further questions.

"I hope that Fuxue can help Zhang Yu testify at that time. A student shouted.

Yang Shengzi and Zhang Liantang silently read their names, which was very coincidental, and he recognized them.

Yes, the students immediately nodded their heads.

“.. Zhang is honest and willing to learn... It can't be an assassin..."

“.. Three generations of their family have been farming... Never been a traitor."

“.. Zhang was pecked by a chicken at the age of three... Even chickens are afraid..."

“... Their family is a vegetarian... It was a vow made in front of the Bodhisattva... Back then, he prayed for his mother... The monks of the Great Compassion Temple can testify..."

Professor Lu was a little confused, the three generations of ancestors knew about these students? How do you know this? What are these and what, these students....

"Okay, okay, of course...", he couldn't hear so many students talking together now, he just wanted to shut them up, and nodded hurriedly.

Mr. Qingxia also spoke, and said, "Of course, the social society will testify for him." ”

The students breathed a sigh of relief, and if there was chaos in the hall, it would be good if it would be saved, and this could be regarded as appeasement, although there were some surprises and scary at the beginning of today, but in the end, it was considered to have achieved its goal, Professor Lu said that some students should study hard, and things should not be exaggerated and rumored by the government.

Mr. Qingxia said, "Then let's go to class." ”

The students hurriedly sat down, Professor Lu and other officials from the government retired, and when they exited the hall, they could hear Mr. Qingxia's lecture loudly, and the mountain breeze blew to sweep away their sullenness.

"This Zhang Bao," Professor Lu said, "is also famous." ”

The other officials nodded, who knew who this Zhang Bao was before, a poor Mengtong According to Mr. Yan, he couldn't pass the Pingping County test with qualifications, and in the future, he could at most go to someone else's shop to be a shopkeeper or something, and that's it for the rest of his life.... But no one wants that kind of fame.

"That student is too, why did he go to Shuangyuan at that time?"

"Really, the students said that they picked rattan?"

"The big night...."

They couldn't help but whisper, Professor Lu coughed, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, wait for the results of the Jingguan's inquiry... Isn't that messy enough?"

Everyone was busy.

.......

After a big class, the students dispersed to eat and rest, and the afternoon was quiet and quiet down the mountain.

As soon as Zhang Liantang turned the corner of a bookstore, he heard someone sigh.

“... You've stepped on my sheep's crutch. "The child's voice is loud and high-pitched.

Zhang Liantang was taken aback suddenly, and hurriedly looked down, and sure enough, he saw a blue and white sheep bone under his feet, and a small hand reached over and grabbed it.

"It's warm. Zhang Liantang looked at the girl who came out of nowhere, "Is your young master asleep? Why are you playing here? ”

Nuan Nuan sighed and said, "I didn't sleep." With that, he turned and ran away to the side of the big tree, climbed up the rock, and squatted to look at him.

Zhang Liantang shook his head and continued to walk towards the grass hall, the doors and windows of the grass hall were closed, and when he approached, they were opened, and Chu Minghui smiled.

"Brother Liantang, you're here. He said.

Zhang Liantang said: "You..." He crossed Chu Minghui again, looked into the grass hall, and saw four young people sitting in it, and saw that he seemed to be waving his hands and smiling.

“.... What are you doing here?" Zhang Liantang walked in, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

Chu Minghui jumped over and sat down, grabbed a book and held it up, and the other young people also lifted the scroll in front of them.

"We're reading," they said in unison.

Zhang Liantang looked at Xue Qing.

Xue Qing sat behind the desk, holding the pen in his hand, and when he saw him, he said, "I'm writing." ”

Her words fell, and a warm shrill shout sounded outside.

“... You stepped on my crutch..."

Then came Zhang Shuangtong's babbling voice, "... Scared me.. If you don't step on it, don't make noise..."

Zhang Liantang looked at Xue Qing, Chu Minghui and the others, and said, "Do I need to sit down with a book and say that I am reading?"