Zheng Sheng let Dongye leave, he was extremely depressed, he didn't expect this old man to be so stubborn. In fact, Zheng Sheng was not in a hurry to drive people away at first. He also needed a teacher who could teach him the intricate traditional characters.

Zheng Sheng secretly felt that he was still too tender, and forgot to tell everyone in advance not to tell about his various abnormal behaviors, so that now not only Steward Wang brought the news out, but probably the Zheng family will soon know.

The master who stayed behind also thought that he was a genius like a "prodigy", and the teacher liked smart students the most, and he couldn't forget the way Master Qiu looked at him, which was the gaze of a beast when it saw its prey. Zheng Sheng didn't want to be watched like this, he wanted to keep a low profile.

So, this old man can't stay!

Hidden, hidden, hidden. In the future, he must hide clumsy, shoot the first bird, he still stays honest, exchanges the balance for some delicious and fun use, waits for the chaos in the world, and takes his mother and leads his entourage to go to Jiangnan!

Zheng Sheng looked at the A4 papers at the head of his bed and stuffed them under the bed. Thinking that the filter paper was placed in the kitchen, Dongye would definitely see it, and he had to tell her a few words not to tell Master Qiu about this thing.

In the evening, Zheng Sheng called Zheng Quan and Qing'er to the bedroom and told them not to talk about soy milk and filter paper to people, especially Master Qiu.

Zheng opened his mouth: "Shizi, I have already told Donggu about the matter. ”

Zheng Sheng pointed at him: "It's only this once, not an example." Have you forgotten what I told you? ”

Zheng Quan shook his head: "No, I remember: the world is all right, and I am wrong." Whatever the son of the world wants me to say, I will say. I will do whatever the Son wants me to do. ”

Qing'er laughed heartily: "Shuangcheng'er, when did you say this?" ”

Zheng Sheng looked at Qing'er: "Pay attention to the image, the winter leaves are outside." ”

Qing'er immediately stopped laughing, covered her mouth with her hands, and begged Zheng Sheng to intercede for her. Zheng Sheng had a helpless expression.

Not to mention that Qing'er will be educated by how Dongye hears his life. The next day, Zheng Sheng continued to take people out for a run. Zheng Donggu looked at it with a sneer and went to chop his own firewood. He chops wood according to the standard of splitting people. Stand up, breathe calmly, stand with a knife, and split down in an instant. His father, Zheng Jihu, asked him to chop firewood 300 times a day, and if he had chopped for ten years, his knife technique could be regarded as a small success, and he could carry out higher-level training. Higashiya started chopping at the age of eight, and this year is his eighth year.

Qiu Fuzi also got up early, he finished a set of "five poultry plays", and watched Donggu chopping wood with great interest. After a night's rest, Qiu Fuzi returned to his previous breezy and high-spirited style. After watching Donggu chopping wood for a while, he ran to talk to Qing'er again. Qing'er was very vigilant, but she still got a lot of information from Master Qiu, and then Dongye also asked a lot about the previous things.

Qiu Fuzi smiled eagerly.

Zheng Sheng came back, and everyone was ready to eat. The East Restaurant is now a six-person meal. Zheng Sheng, Qiu Fuzi, Zheng Quan, Li Anjian, Zheng Donggu and Shu Zhi. Shu Zhi didn't plan to come over, but Zheng Sheng still invited him over.

Zheng Sheng and Qiu Fuzi sat facing each other, and the other four sat on both sides.

Qiu Fuzi took a sip of soy milk, and felt that his lips and teeth were fragrant, and it was smoother and smoother, which was indeed a good product, "Ke Wu, this bean soup is your family's secret?" Compared to other places, this bean soup is very good. ”

"Really? This bean-flavored soup was made by Qing'er, and the secret method should have been brought by my mother from Shu. ”

"Oh? The day before yesterday, I also drank bean soup at Zheng's Manor, but I felt that the taste was not good. Could it be that your family didn't do it with the heart? ”

Zheng Sheng's brain teaser was in a hurry, and he felt that this old man was finding fault everywhere and needed to be driven away as soon as possible, "That may be my mistake." Qing'er was originally from Xiangyang, maybe it was the taste over there. ”

Zheng Sheng looked at the smile on the corner of Qiu Fuzi's mouth and felt that he was being teased, "That's right! That's it! ”

Qiu Fuzi stopped talking. Zheng Sheng didn't eat happily, he hadn't felt comfortable since Qiu Chudao came. Zheng Sheng is ready to vent.

Lifting the stone pile, the name of the barbell was changed. Push-ups, sit-ups, no name, Zama step, let's use it alive! Zheng Sheng squinted at Qiu Chudao, who was staring at him with interest, and sat on the ground dejectedly.

"What do you want?" Zheng Sheng asked.

"It's really interesting and worth watching." Qiu Fuzi stroked his beard and smiled, "These postures are very beneficial for people to practice martial arts. ”

"All the bells and whistles, it's useless." Zheng Donggu is very sensitive, and once the topic comes to martial arts, he seems to have become a completely different person.

"No, no." Qiu Fuzi said, "I think this Zama step is a technique to train people to be stable. The lifting of the stone pile is the training of human arm strength, endurance, and waist strength. The other two are also the flexibility and arm strength of the person who practiced. There is also running, which trains physical strength and endurance. ”

"Chopping wood to practice knives, practicing is also basic strength, swinging knives 300 times a day, isn't it exercising physical strength? So there is no difference between a chopper and these actions. ”

"The splitting technique is practiced as a whole, and Ke Wu is just practicing separately."

"And, when you learn how to chop the knife, you have to learn to forget about it, or you will die on the battlefield." Zheng Donggu opened his mouth and was speechless, this is true, his father also said something similar.

"Since Ke Wu has such a set of martial arts secret skills, does he want to make contributions from Rong in the future?"

Zheng Sheng was dumbfounded. Who the hell is this old man? So you fooled Donggu? But he didn't want to be a soldier! He just wants to run low-key in the future.

The workout is over and the first day of teaching begins.

Zheng Sheng sat on the seat, and there was a bamboo slip on the desk in front of him. It was the first volume of the Analects in his study.

Zheng Sheng opened the bamboo slips and looked at the rows of ancient Chinese characters, and had a strange feeling. He's going to school again? Although he was the only student, Li Anjian and Zheng Quan, who were sitting behind him, could only be regarded as accompaniment.

"Alright, let's get started." Qiu Fuzi, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes, "You haven't gone to school yet, today you will first learn "Persuasion" for enlightenment, and Shu Zhi will ...... the book."

"Master, wait a minute." Zheng Sheng has something to say, in his impression, the classes of the ancients are actually very boring. The teacher teaches one sentence and the student reads one sentence. The teacher explains, the student understands, and then goes down to memorize. Zheng Sheng didn't want to do this at all: "Master, you see that my handwriting is so poor, don't learn the Analects and the Book of Poetry." Shall I practice my handwriting first? ”

Qiu Fuzi's eyes widened: "Don't learn the scriptures, only practice calligraphy?" ”

"Yes." Zheng Sheng nodded. This was the way he came up with to deal with Qiu Chudao. Whatever you want to do, I just write and practice. See what you can do? This is Zheng Sheng's method of concealment.

"If you can't read, how can you practice it?"

"Tell me!" Zheng Sheng smiled happily, "Let's start with the ten words one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety." Zheng Sheng said casually.

"Well, it's good to start simple." Qiu Chudao glared at him and slowly spoke.

So he waved his pen and wrote down ten regular characters in a sprinkled manner, "The world is now gradually using less and less official script, and this kind of square regular script is more and more used." Seeing words is like seeing people, and writing words is dignified, and being a person is even more so. ”

Zheng Sheng reluctantly stood up and saluted, "Be taught." ”

His mother was lazy and lazy, but she was very demanding in terms of etiquette. Zheng Sheng is also serious in learning, he thinks that when he grows up, he will not get along with others so as not to cause jokes and cause bad influences. But it is not like now, when an old man says a big thing to him, he has to be "taught", or he has to get rid of him as soon as possible!

But Zheng Sheng didn't know that because of his behavior of "respecting teachers and valuing education", Qiu Fuzi was not only in a good mood, but also more confident in teaching him well.

Zheng Sheng sat down again and wrote.

Zheng Sheng picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to practice calligraphy.

During the morning study time for a whole hour, Zheng Sheng was practicing calligraphy. From time to time, Mr. Qiu gave instructions and corrected his mistakes in writing and writing.

Zheng Sheng studied seriously, and Qiu Fuzi taught carefully.

This scene, in Shu Zhi's eyes, turned into deep jealousy.