"The old decay is not drunk! Sir, please drink this cup and worship it for a few years! Mr. Shuijing bowed before getting up......

Wang Zhirong is a little blindsided......

"What happened? Are you three old men planning to let a thunderbolt fall from heaven and kill me? Wang Zhirong smiled, "A lot of whitebeard, what are you kneeling for a handsome young man?" Handsome is a little handsome, it's not so much that a few of you worship, right? ”

"Sir deserves it! For 'there is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death'......"

"It's just a sour poem...... To write this thing, I write hundreds of poems in an hour, without any punctuation! ”

Wang Zhirong belongs to the typical representative of the cramming education of his parents, when he was a child, he was forced to memorize 300 Tang poems, 300 Song poems, plus 1,000 classic poems of the past dynasties, and now he forgets some of them and despises some of them, but most of the classic poems and songs can still be readily available!

"It's not because of poetry!"

"Oh!"

"Because sweet potatoes ......"

"Old man, hurry up and have fun! Sweet potatoes are used for hair!

Even if Lao Tzu asked the Jade Emperor to give the mountain of rice and the mountain, it would still be an ending of 'there is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death'!

You know why? Because you bastards, moths, and vampires don't treat farmers as human beings at all, and you occupy ninety percent of the land in the world, and you step on the heads of farmers and suck blood, thinking that these untouchables are born to die......

As long as this fact persists, it will always be the end of 'there is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death'......"

The three old men stood up with red faces, and Huang Chengyan smiled: "These are really not the fault of the old man......

"Who said that? The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the horseman, don't you old horsemen have responsibility? ”

The old man was speechless......

"Old man, tell you, don't play with these empty heads, you have to fish for dry goods!

The sweet potatoes that Lao Tzu made are seeds, but this thing must be planted somewhere, and someone will plant it, and it must be eaten in people's stomachs, not dogs, and even their brains are full of fat, and they have to exchange it for money to raise bitches and puppies!

This is absolutely not allowed to happen!

In order to prevent this from happening, Lao Tzu plans to be a dog-beating hero, come, invite the dog-beating stick for the teacher......"

Ma Liang handed over the big bamboo stick very doggedly......

"Let the dogs of the world tremble!"

All the students have black lines on their faces, this thing is not a dog that is smoked every day, nor is it the dog that the teacher said, but them!

The old men also had black lines on their faces, and the trembling dogs of the world obviously included them, because they had a lot of land in their hands......

Wang Zhirong didn't care about them, took advantage of the wine, raised a glass of wine, and opened his mouth:

"Dapeng rose with the wind one day, and it swayed up to 90,000 miles.

If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear.

When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young. ”

After a poem, a glass of spirits is drunk......

If the first two poems of compassion for agriculture show a kind of compassion, the one in front of me is amazing, chanting out of the momentum like the waves of the sea, swallowing thousands of miles, and it is so crazy that it can be shoulder to shoulder with the sun, which is very in line with Wang Zhirong's style of dressing up......

As soon as it came out at this time, everyone present was shocked!

This kind of weather, this kind of bearing, this kind of charm......

Wang Zhirong laughed and said: "You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning, you don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, the morning is like green silk and twilight into snow, life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, I am born to be useful, the daughter is scattered and comes back, cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle and for fun, you will have to drink three hundred cups......"

Before everyone woke up from the previous wave of shock, another stronger shock struck again, shaking the eardrums, shaking the brain, and shaking the heart......

The king was so proud that he had drunk more than ten glasses in a row, laughing, and was so arrogant that if he was given a pair of wings, he would have to go shoulder to shoulder with the sun......

Pretending to be almost x, he said again: "I'm drunk and sleepy, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the qin to ......" turned around and went back to the room, and immediately snored like thunder when he got into bed......

In fact, my heart is still sober, and I scolded myself, are you really not afraid of thunder and thunder if you pretend to be like this?

Zhuge Liang, Pang Tong, and Xu Shu were afraid that the teacher would be drunk, so they quietly followed behind when they fell, and the three old men played to be impressed by Wang Zhirong's weather, and felt that the person in front of them was a genius who had never been met in the ages, and they couldn't help but follow behind, and of course the other disciples also wanted to follow, but they felt that they were not qualified enough, so they had to stay where they were......

Seeing Wang Zhirong sleeping soundly, Mr. Shuijing Sima Hui looked up to the sky and sighed: "What a master!" Towering and towering! ”

Huang Chengyan turned to Zhuge Liang and said, "Hurry up and record all the poems of your husband!" Such a wonderful article must be glorious through the ages! ”

Zhuge Liang then wrote out the teacher's poems according to his memory and his own understanding, and everyone passed on the revisions, and discussed the different opinions on the words, and finally unanimously decided that Zhuge Liang understood it correctly and recorded it wisely!

The crowd circulated for a long time, and there were voices of chanting everywhere......

"Huang Gong, Pang Gong, after today, the old man will fulfill Mr. volunteer, go home and distribute all the acres of land and money and grain to the tenant farmers of Zhuangke, and are willing to follow Mr. Although he is old, he is also willing to do his meager efforts for Mr. to drive ......"

"I mean to ...... with Mr. Shuijing"

"And so it is!"

After the three old men had discussed it, they rode down the mountain on a donkey......

The worship of the disciples on the mountain for the teacher deepened again, and they all felt empty in their hearts if they were not beaten by the teacher's big bamboo stick for a day......

After waking up the next day, in the morning, ordinary students were still in the course of nine-year compulsory education, Cui Zhouping taught everyone the concept of negative numbers, and Ma Liang took the big bamboo stick of Shang Fang and continued to serve as a member of the disciplinary committee......

Wang Zherong, Pang Tong and Xu Shu were invited by Zhuge Liang to Houshan...... In order to provide a safe environment for Zhuge Liang's experiment, a test site was specially opened on a flat platform in the back mountain, and a road was specially paved for this purpose......

Under Wei Yan's flickering, even if the garrison under the mountain heard the thunder rolling on the mountain, they were not curious to go up the mountain to check, the deputy general was a die-hard fan of Liu Biao, who had secretly gone up the mountain, and was targeted by Wei Yan's eyeliner, and quickly notified Wang Zhirong, Wang Zhirong rolled up the gunpowder with paper, and performed a cannon battle for everyone, saying that this thing was taken out and put in the New Year, which seemed to have a festive atmosphere and joy! Of course, the proportion of dispensing used is the civilian proportion, and it is not powerful......

The deputy general listened to Wang Zhirong's explanation, and personally fired a cannon, saying that it was really fun, and went down the mountain......

Zhuge Liang experimented in the back mountain for a while, and finally figured out the relationship between angle, direction and range, and learned parabolic calculation from Wang Zhirong, which can already control the initial velocity by adjusting the dosage, and adjust the angle to control the direction and landing point......

Finally, everything is gradually maturing, and now it has reached the level, although it can't be said where to fight, after all, it is handmade, and it is inevitable that there will be some deviations, but the error is only within the range of three or five steps, and the explosion killing radius is dozens of steps, so it can be said that this thing has succeeded!

Now that several rocket cars are in place, Wang Zhirong, who is sitting in the stands, waved the bamboo stick in his hand: "Okay, please start your performance!" ”