Mao Runxue snorted coldly: "It's not easy, I want you to come here to see the reaction of the people in the rivers and lakes after the announcement of the Tiemu clan, right?" ”

"Miss is really Bingxue smart, and I would like to ask Miss to find out if there will be any people from the Academy Palace who will make things difficult for me on the day of recruitment." Zhang Jingtao said.

"Then you can stay here." Mao Runxue said lightly.

"Did the young lady agree to the marriage?" Zhang Jingtao asked.

"No, unless you're really tempting, it's worth waiting for you to die and become a survivor who grieves you every day." Mao Runxue said.

Zhang Jingtao took a breath of cold air, bared his teeth and said, "This statement is really unlucky, but it is not unreasonable. ”

After speaking, I heard someone at the staircase ask, "What is reasonable?" ”

When I turned my head to look, I saw that a teenager had gone upstairs.

This young man is extraordinary, tall, slightly smaller than himself, and somewhat feminine.

"Runchu is here." Mao Runxue greeted and introduced, "This is my cousin, Fumei's own brother, my surname is Mao Shuang, my name is Runxue, he is Mao Jian, you have to follow me, take the name of Runchu, you can call him Mao Jian." ”

"Sister Xue, when I am my own brother, what do you do so clearly, hehe, who is this?" Mao Jian looked Zhang Jingtao up and down with admiration.

Mao Runxue introduced Zhang Jingtao and talked about Fang Cai's dialogue.

Mao Jian bared his teeth, his face was strange, and he pulled Zhang Jingtao and said: "Brother, don't care about my sister's words, she was harmed by Wenyan, those Wenyan seem to be high-end, and it will be like this if you play too much, I study in the school palace, and I also like to play second-hand, to show that I am superior, but in Wenyan, there are really a lot of poisons." ”

Mao Runxue came over and gave Mao Jian a hairy chestnut: "What are you talking nonsense?" Homework go! Read the saints! ”

Mao Jian was speechless and went downstairs.

Zhang Jingtao listened to Mao Runxue's thinking, and finally became dissatisfied, and said: "Runxue, don't you know, the Confucian family?" ”

Mao Runxue sneered: "Please read well, Confucianism is Wendao, and soldiers are martial arts, how can it be a family?" ”

Zhang Jingtao was speechless: "Confucianism is the culture of human desire, and to achieve such a culture from my Chinese civilization, we need soldiers to open the way!" If there is no Confucian desire, why use force? Confucian, who was originally a gang hooligan, was the culprit of Wu! Sky! Runxue has read so many books, don't you even know this? Otherwise, of course, it was your mother's hard work to give birth to you and give you flesh and blood, your mother is the biggest, where did you come from, the monarch and the ministers, the father, the son and the son? ”

Mao Runxuexiu's face turned red and said, "Slow! Children also have the credit of their fathers, right? ”

Zhang Jingtao said: "Man, it's just a key to open childbirth, it's the hand that divides the dough, don't you think that the small dough on the big dough is made by the hand that divides the dough?" It is still the noodles in the big dough, and the mother, mother and child are the real way of heaven. ”

Mao Runxue was stunned: "Yes...... But will it be gang hooligans? ”

Zhang Jingtao sighed: "How could it not, today's princes are just a bigger gang, for: martial arts." In the martial arts, the people are coerced by force, so that the people follow their culture! Otherwise, how do you think culture works? For this reason, such as Confucianism, originally came from Confucianism, that is, to use force to indulge Confucianism, and to set the law with 'Confucian desire', for this reason, many laws may not be reasonable, otherwise, Wei Ying would not have died. ”

"It seems...... It seems to make sense, but Wendao is also reliable and morally enforced, right? Mao Runxue's eyes were suddenly full of contradictions.

Zhang Jingtao was really disdainful: "The priority of the existence of a clan is, of course, reproduction, and the sex that represents reproduction. But what about morality in Confucianism? What is its ultimate goal? For example, is it chastity for a widow not to remarry? For example, you can't talk about a woman's body from the neck down, do you really think that people will abide by these morals? ”

This is like the Confucian sect setting up a memorial arch for widows, trying to kick widows out of the fertility crowd.

Fortunately, in a city, there will never be a few women who are willing to be erected, and the rest would rather remarry.

But it is true that in modern times, there is a saying that widows are ashamed to marry, and the harm of Confucianism can be seen.

Mao Runxue was speechless for a moment, covered her ears and said, "Don't listen, don't listen, you're all ...... You're all ...... There is nothing classic to rely on! ”

"It's okay not to listen, but at least, Runxue needs to know that the Ruwu family doesn't discriminate against me as a martial artist, hehe." Zhang Jingtao smiled considerately, knowing that Mao Runxue lived in the fictional feudal world of Confucianism, and was still complacent, thinking that he was highly educated, and had read countless nonsense and useless books made up by Confucians, how could he stand the collapse of this feudal world?

What's more, everything has to refer to the classics made up by the Confucians, but his own head is given for nothing.

Mao Runxue let go of her ears, looked Zhang Jingtao up and down, smiled slyly, and smiled: "Don't discriminate, you can stay for a while, but I still think that literary talent is very important, and you need to be appreciated." ”

Zhang Jingtao said: "Small poems and the like, my son will still be able to compose them." ”

Mao Runxue said: "Oh? Yes, that's all about quoting scriptures. ”

Zhang Jingtao suddenly felt very uncomfortable: "Literary language is a big poison, and poetry is good in the vernacular." ”

In his previous life, he had read a lot of literary texts, but since he discovered that simplified characters were the real civilization, where would he remember those things that others made up nonsense?

If you don't remember it, you become an impressionist, that is, you have only a general impression of many doctrinal articles and the like, but you can't memorize the specific articles.

Mao Runxue sneered: "Is there any beauty in the vernacular poems?" ”

Zhang Jingtao suddenly thought of his childhood sweetheart poems, where is not beautiful, but also full of childlike fun, the moving scenes in people's minds are very clear, right?

As for Mulan in the poem, it is not quoted, but Chen Jiaqi's surname is Chen Lan.

But he didn't want to talk about these details at the moment, so he said: "If you have the opportunity, you can customize it for Runxue to see, but unfortunately, the poem is born from the heart, and there is really no one for a while." ”

Mao Runxue snorted coldly: "If you can't write a poem of Confucianism, don't brace it, work hard." ”

smiled slyly again, glanced at Mao Fumei and said, "Sister Fu, help Zhang Zheng arrange accommodation, let Huang Ying'er go." ”

Mao Fumei's eyes rolled, she was very positive, and hurriedly got up, went to beckon another cook to come over, and led Zhang Jingtao downstairs.

This chef is a chef, and it is a portrayal of Mao Fumei's future.

This chef's name is Huang Ying'er, 28 years old, weighing 200 pounds.

Zhang Jingtao didn't care whether this Huang Ying'er could still fly, and was entangled in his heart, and found that this Confucian girl was afraid that she was the most difficult to chase in the world.