"Rebel, I also saw you reading and learning calligraphy, but you were fooled. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis, this, this book-" Yan Shan said, raising a roll of rough paper bound books in his hand, and was about to slam it into Yan Ming's face.

"Can't fall, can't fall!" Mr. Huang, who was behind Yan Shan, saw that his heart and blood were lifted by Yan Shan, he couldn't help it, and grabbed Yan Shan's hand, so anxious that his face turned white.

Yan Shan hurriedly held the book in both hands, bowed down and said with a smile: "Mr. Huang, you see that I am a rough person. It's so annoying that he almost dropped your book. ”

Mr. Huang snatched his manuscript from Yan Shan's hand, looked at it again and again, and saw that it was intact from beginning to end, so he put the book away, looked at Yan Ming coldly, and said to Yan Shan: "Old Yan, we are old neighbors." What do you think of this? ”

Just when Yan Shan was in a dilemma, Yan Ming's lazy voice sounded: "What big deal should I do." ”

Yan Ming pretended to be lazy and got up from the bed, covered his mouth with his hand, and let out a long sigh, then he looked at Mr. Huang with a look of contempt and said: "I said Lao Huang, just your writing, your knowledge, what else do you dare to write 'Huangshang's handwriting'." I'm sorry, I've taken your broken book and read it, it's your luck. Otherwise, spread it out and laugh off people's big teeth. ”

Mr. Huang never dreamed that Yan Ming, the most famous person in the tun, would dare to laugh at himself like this.

His angry fingers trembled, pointed at Yan Ming, and said to Yan Shan: "Old Yan, you saw it." As far as your family is a loser, I can't teach it. If you want me to teach him, then the tuition fee will be extra. Punish me. ”

Yan Shan wanted his son to read and write, enter the official career, and become an official and a half-job, so naturally he didn't dare to offend Mr. Huang. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he was about to scold Yan Ming.

Yan Ming is not afraid of others. Only this Yan Shan, who was exactly the same as his own father, made him feel a sense of awe from his heart, as if Yan Shan was really his father.

"Dad, after you listen to the child, if you want to beat and punish the child, you just have to bear it." Yan Ming hurriedly said, his face full of pretend perseverance.

He was really afraid that Yan Shan would not agree with him, so he would come to serve in the family law first.

Yan Shan hesitated for a moment and shouted: "Rebel, I will give you a chance to explain today, if you don't understand, I will break your dog's leg." ”

Seeing that Yan Shan had given him time to relax, Yan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart relaxed.

He turned over from the bed, pulled his shoes, and said to Mr. Huang in a profound manner: "This note is a treasure in your heart, but here in my Yan Ming, it is a piece of garbage." ”

Mr. Huang obviously hadn't heard of the word, and was slightly stunned.

Yan Ming looked at him, with a teasing look on his face, and said, "What, don't you understand?" I don't blame you for this, you don't know much about it, you can worship me as a teacher. But don't worry, I'm not as black-hearted as you, I don't need to pay tuition fees to be my apprentice, and I'll pay you if I do a good job. ”

"You, you-" Mr. Huang's angry fingers trembled, pointing at Yan Ming, but he couldn't speak for a long time, his face was already sallow and sallow, and he really became a veritable Mr. Huang.

"Rebel, your tongue is clever, and if you dare to sell Guanzi, be careful that I discount your dog's legs." Yan Shan didn't expect that Yan Ming, who had escaped from marriage and came back, would become sharp-toothed.

Yan Ming before was not like this.

Every time he caused trouble, he hid in the old lady's room and didn't dare to come out, and it was Yan San's flamboyant tongue who came to persuade him.

Now I saw Yan San snickering on the side, watching Mr. Huang deflated.

"Is it really a change of sex?" Yan Shan had a headache.

Yan Ming, who is so nonsense, is not as good as the original Yan Ming who hid after causing trouble, so that he can worry.

"Dad, it's not that I'm articulate, it's that Mr. Huang is self-righteous, in fact, there is not much difference in the historical facts of the previous dynasty recorded in his book, but there is no literary brilliance at all, and he still cherishes himself with a broom, which makes people laugh off his big teeth." Yan Ming had a conclusion in his heart at this time.

He wanted to completely trample on Mr. Huang's dignity in front of Yanshan, and Yanshan in the province always let this old guy take care of his own reading and writing.

Since he came to the Han Dynasty, with supreme advanced thinking, he will never allow himself to go down the old road again, and make money by making up classes around his children every day.

In this era, there are simply too many opportunities for him to get rich.

"Lao Tzu no longer does tutorial classes, Lao Tzu wants to be the richest and most low-key rich man in the Han Dynasty." Yan Ming set the path of this era for himself.

This path will never change because of Yanshan's expectations, and Mr. Huang can't.

"What does this lump mean? And what does it mean that 'broom is self-cherishing' that sounds good? Yan San on the side also felt that his son-in-law's statement was novel, and while making fun, he held Yan Ming's stinky feet.

This master and servant are often used by Mr. Huang as a negative teaching material in Maolingtun.

Now seeing that Yan Minggongzi's new words made Mr. Huang and Yan Shan stunned, Yan San's heart was happy, and he naturally hit the snake with the stick.

"Yituo Xiang, don't you understand this?" Yan Ming said with a smile.

"Xiang?" Mr. Huang, who likes to chew words, was also looking forward to Yan Ming's explanation, but when he heard it at the moment, he still didn't understand, so he asked casually.

"It's!" Yan Ming mocked with evil taste.

"Ahh Mr. Huang shouted violently, raised the book in his hand, and wanted to smash it, but he was not willing to give up.

"Lao Yan, Yan Shan, this unsuccessful guy in your family today has to be disciplined. He said that the history of the former dynasties I wrote was a lump and a lump...... "Although Mr. Huang was angry, he couldn't say anything about that ''."

Yan Shan had already raised his slap and was about to slap Yan Ming in the face.

"No hurry!" Mr. Huang, who was angry, grabbed Yan Shan's hand, and although his face was still pale, he regained his composure.

In this Maolingtun, Mr. Huang is a great Confucian. Always arrogant, he would not allow others to question his learning.

Now that he is being ridiculed by Yan Ming, if he relies on the suppression of his son Yan Shan to make Yan Ming succumb, this is against Mr. Huang's arrogance.

He wanted Yan Ming to be convinced, since this kid kept saying that his things had no writing, then call the three elders of the villagers. He wants to make Yan Ming's already not-so-good reputation in this Maolingtun worse, and become a lump of ......

"Yan Ming, since you think that the old man's history books are not very good, there is no writing. Then please write a written legacy of the past dynasty for the old man. Mr. Huang, who calmed down, had anger in his eyes, and if he could, he would burn Yan Ming to ashes.

"That's it, let's gather the three elders of the villagers, right in your Yan family, I want to listen to Gao Zhi. If you can't surpass the old man's writing, the old man can ask the old man to calculate the new account together. Mr. Huang said death, turned around and left.

Yan Shan's face changed greatly, in his heart, how could Yan Ming, a milky hairy child, be compared with Mr. Huang, who has been teaching for many years.

Just when Yan Shan was about to say two words of convincing, Yan Ming's voice sounded: "Lao Huang, if your writing is not as good as mine, what should I do?" ”

"I will remove the school and worship you as a teacher." Mr. Huang walked out of Yan's house without looking back, and gathered the three elders of the villagers to go.