"Sister Xue'er, what did my mother call me?" Chen Rui quietly kicked the outfit under the carriage and smiled sweetly.

Chen Rui's movements naturally did not escape Xue'er's eyes, but Xue'er just smiled: "Madame probably misses her son." ”

Also, he also misses his mother, although he is not far from home, but he hasn't seen him for nearly half a year.

The assassination ten years ago disturbed their peaceful lives, and Su Caixuan felt that the village was not stable, and since the people next door left, she moved her family to this Shennong Valley.

The name of Shennong Valley is called "Valley", but it is not a valley, but it is located in a scenic and livable paradise in the mountains of Shennong Mountain, where it is isolated from the world, inaccessible, the mountains and forests are handsome, the scenery is strangely beautiful, the air is fresh, the clouds and mist surround it like a fairyland on earth, all things compete with each other, there is occasionally the sound of tigers howling and wolf howling in the depths of the jungle, and there is a waterfall of Baizhang, which can be described as a real flying stream straight down to 3,000 feet.

When Chen Rui first came, he was shocked by the beautiful scenery here, he had never seen such a place full of fairy energy.

Of course, you can't ride a horse in the mountains, let alone the carriage, so a few people can only walk, half a day's journey, a few people back to the Shennong Valley in the sun is already slanting west, so that the Shennong Valley is covered with a layer of red coat, adding a touch of mystery to this quiet beauty.

"Stinky brother, dead brother, I don't take my sister with me when I go out to play, I love you so much in vain, sister."

When he returned to the mansion, he unexpectedly ushered in Chen Jin, who was dancing with his teeth and claws, and there was a tendency to fight him for 300 rounds.

However, Chen Rui would not be polite to her, and knocked on it after a few bursts in a row: "Who is my sister?" Who is the sister? Who the hell hurts whom? ”

"You are, you are," Chen Jin instantly transformed from a fierce little demon king into a little milk dog who was bullied by his brother, and his tears were so pitiful.

"Huh?"

"Brother, brother, you are the elder brother." Facing Chen Rui's fierce gaze, Chen Jin immediately changed his words.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Chen Rui's heart was filled with distress again, and he touched her little head: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts," Chen Jin's tears rolled in his eyes, looking like he had been greatly wronged.

Chen Rui was even more distressed, and coaxed softly: "It's my brother who is not good, he shouldn't ......"

"Bang!"

Before Chen Rui finished coaxing, he ate a chestnut on his head, it really hurt!

"Brother Rotten Wood, who has no prospects, knows how to bully his own sister, slightly!" Chen Jin, who ran away, turned around and grimaced.

"Rotten wood" is often described by the gentleman who taught him to learn literature, no way, who calls his poetry and articles always bullshit.

Chen Rui shook his head helplessly, he knew that this was the case, but he preferred to eat this set.

Coming to the hall, there were already five people sitting inside, Su Caixuan sat on the main seat, the years did not leave the slightest trace on her face, but added a mature charm to her, her body was slender, her skin was like clotted fat, and she was peerless, just imagine, with such a beautiful mother, as her children, how could Chen Rui and Chen Jin's faces be bad?

There are four old men sitting below, three of them are Chen Rui's mentors, who taught him to practice literature, martial arts, and medicine, and one is Jia Lao.

In any case, Jia Lao has a life-saving grace for Chen Jin, if he doesn't fight for the three days, the consequences will be unimaginable, so Su Caixuan is very courteous to him.

When he learned that it was Jia Lao's dull stick that hit the culprit, Chen Rui saw that this obscene old man actually had a feeling of drifting out of the dust, but when he took a large family to move with them, the dust naturally floated away, leaving only obscenity.

Although he wanted to follow them because of the miracle doctor.

As a person who has not drunk Meng Po soup and has modern thoughts, he does not reject the salute, on the contrary, he feels that the salute is more charming than the handshake salute, and he prefers the salute.

Because compared with the handshake ceremony of foreigners, the salute is not only more ceremonial, but also has the advantages of hygiene, convenience, beauty and autonomy, and you can feel the respect of the other party more.

After all, you don't know if the other party went to the toilet and didn't wash their hands, or just picked their feet and picked their nostrils in the last second...... And you don't know if others will shake hands with you, and you will be in a dilemma when you are snubbed by the other party, and you will be laughed at by others.

It's just that for some reason, such a beautiful traditional etiquette has been abandoned by the Chinese nation, or even forgotten, which is really incomprehensible.

"Humph!" On the left, an old man who was full of righteousness and immortal snorted coldly, and his chest rose and fell and said angrily: "I have read the sage books on dogs for so many years, and I have actually done the work of bandits, and my old face has been lost by your rotten wood. ”

His name is Duan Ke, he is the gentleman who taught Chen Rui to learn literature, and it is said that he is a great Confucian in the world, known as the three thousand disciples, and is respected as a joke.

Whether he is a great Confucian in the world, whether he has three thousand disciples Chen Rui doesn't care much, because the ancients are ancestors in terms of showmanship, but when he heard the introduction of the divine doctor and the world respectfully called him a joke, he really couldn't help but laughed for a while.

It's so funny.

also made him suffer a lot because of this laughter, although Duan Ke didn't know why he laughed, but he laughed at himself correctly, Da Confucianism is also a human being, Da Confucianism also has seven emotions and six desires, this is about to become his own disciple How dare he laugh at the teacher, is this okay? He was so angry that his beard trembled three times on the spot.

And so his revenge began, and he was extremely strict with his studies.

But this rotten wood is not carved, no matter how harsh, the poetry and articles are still bullshit, but there is a truth in it that even he is amazed at, so that he loves and hates.

"Sir, you have misunderstood me, how can a student do something like a bandit if you teach me?" Chen Rui shrunk his neck, and the majesty of the joke penetrated deep into his heart!

Duan slapped the table angrily: "Blocking the road and robbing is not a matter of bandits? ”

Duan Zi was very disappointed, he did it, at least he dared to do it, but he didn't expect him to quibble, he was really angry with him, how could he teach such an unsuccessful outlier?

Chen Rui thought what was going on, it turned out to be this thing! Speaking of which, he is not afraid at all, have you ever seen a thief who robbed and accompanied his family to the end?

He had already thought of a rhetoric for this: "Sir, some things can't just be seen on the surface, seeing is not necessarily believing, just as you see that the students are blocking the road and robbing, in fact, the students are calling on the rich to help the poor." ”

"Sir, don't worry, please listen to me." Seeing that the joke had a tendency to beat people violently, Chen Rui said busily.

"Sir, you often say that you can't just read books, you can't just know the cold window hard reading, you should experience the red dust in the world, feel the people's suffering, and you can get something, and the students are taught by Mr. Ying, and they found out the people's sufferings in the red dust, but the students were out of their reach, so they thought of a way to call on the rich to help the poor together, but everyone has selfish thoughts, so the students used a small means, which can be regarded as doing a little bit for them."

The old man on the right, dressed in a strong suit, with white hair and beard, and a red face, was full of energy, and his brows furrowed when he heard this, and he said slowly: "Isn't this just robbing the rich and helping the poor?" ”