The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, the rooster began to practice his voice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the first floor of Yuyuan Township School, the students in the classroom sat honestly on the bench one by one, holding a brush in their hands and practicing the first word taught to them by Li Fuzi on the paper.

Lewen also took the brush and pretended to use it for the first time, scribbling on the rough and yellowed paper.

"One ......"

Originally, in ancient times, the writing of a word was a bar, as for the so-called 'one', this word, which looks like a traditional character, is actually a freak.

In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, the rich emperor, wanted to inherit the monetary system of the Yuan Dynasty and issue paper money, but this thing had a small problem, that is, it was easy to be tampered with.

For example, a ten-dollar ticket is worth twice as much as someone adds a lever, and it is difficult to identify.

So Emperor Zhu actively used his ingenuity and created ten complex characters to solve this problem, so there was such a freak as 'Yi'.

Although this is the first word that must be learned in school, it is simply too difficult for students who have just entered the school, and the word 'one' has been changed into so many strokes.

The newly enrolled students suffered a lot of precepts in the palms of their hands for no reason, and they all cried and mourned, complaining bitterly.

"Uh......h Master Li, the student knows that he is wrong...... Woo"

"Oh, Master Li, you tap ...... It hurts ......."

Li Fuzi held the ring ruler in his right hand, and the other end of the ring ruler was placed on the palm of his left hand, reversing it back and forth.

The strange thing is that Li Fuzi didn't use crutches today, could it be that he didn't have any problems with his legs at all, and he used crutches yesterday just to knock people?

"Huh? Lewen, how do you write the same character as a ghost drawing, don't think that the master is dizzy, the master sees that the way you hold the pen is to be able to write. ”

Le Wen glanced at the brush he was holding in his right hand, and rolled his eyes speechlessly, he used the brush as chopsticks, so that the master recognized that he would use a brush, what kind of magic power is this.

"Hehe, good, it seems that you learned from your father before, okay, very good."

A hint of joy appeared on Li Fuzi's wrinkled old face, and then he said to the other students: "Who can't write these ten numbers today, and when they go back, they will be punished for practicing a hundred times, do you know?" ”

"Master Li, but the student can't write the first number yet, how can he practice a hundred times when he goes back."

A thin student who looked like he was eight or nine years old asked with a puzzled face.

"Uh...... It's easy, you just practice this word first and then go home, you know? ”

"Hahaha......"

The students forced their laughter and their faces turned red, but they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Oops......"

"Ah......h

"Laugh! Laugh! What a laugh! Give me a good practice. ”

Li Fuzi was a little annoyed and knocked twice on the heads of the two smiling students, and the two students covered their heads, tears almost flowing out of their eyes.

In ancient times, it was not like modern times, when you were physically punished, you went back and called your parents to call out the teacher, and if it didn't work, you posted it on the Internet, saying that the teacher had corporal punishment of students, and then a large group of people denounced the cruelty of the teacher in the comments, and finally the principal couldn't stand the pressure of public opinion and could only fire the teacher.

In ancient times, you were beaten by a teacher, and you could only swallow your anger, and you didn't even dare to let out a fart, otherwise you would be beaten up when you went home.

The treatment of modern students and the treatment of ancient students is simply one heaven and one underground, and students who are still in school should not complain about the pressure of studying, it is better than the days when there is no holiday all year round, being beaten by teachers in class, and doing chores when they go home.

"Master Li, do you think the student wrote it correctly?"

A crisp and immature female voice came out from Le Wen's side, and Le Wen turned his head to see that it was the best Lori, Ding Ke'er.

I saw Ding Ke'er use a very formal pen holding posture, wrote a beautiful 'one' on the paper, and then handed the paper to Li Fuzi, Li Fuzi's eyes flowed with a trace of appreciation, and praised: "Okay, you look at the word Ding Ke'er wrote, every stroke is written very clearly and neatly, do you want to learn from her?" ”

"Yes, Master." The other students said in unison.

Lewen glanced at the word 'one' written by Ding Ke'er, although it was a little immature, but it was okay, a little Lori could write so well, she would definitely be a talented girl in the future.

"Master Li, you ...... Do you think the students are writing okay now? At this time, Zheng Liangcai, whose palms were beaten like carrots, trembled slightly, and handed the paper to Li Fuzi with both hands.

"Hmmm! Sure enough, if you can't beat it, you can't teach it. ”

Le Wen thought to himself that Zheng Liangcai's kid was really unlucky, yesterday this kid's arm was smashed with a pebble by the evil boy named Cui Zhi, and today the palm of his hand was knocked open by the ring ruler, if it goes on like this, even if his father Zheng Yuanwai is a miracle doctor, it is enough to choke when he sees his scarred son.

"Lewen! How do you write it or like a ghost drawing symbol?,I think your way of holding the pen is not very formal.,But it's also very powerful.,Why is it still written like this.。 ”

"Ah......h ……”

This Li Fuzi said that he would fight, and the ring ruler in his hand was extremely skillful, so that Le Wen was overwhelmed, and he just wanted to cover his head with his hand, but he was still knocked the head.

"Patience, unbearable, still have to endure." Lewen touched the scalp of a swollen bag, he really felt that he was very bitter, he wrote well, if he didn't do it, he would be pulled to bake, and if he wrote a little worse, he would be beaten, and he was really sad about this day.

The flowers of the Ming Dynasty were finally devastated until school, except for Ding Ke'er, who was safe and sound, and the palms of the others were all swollen.

"Little mosquito, you went to my house yesterday to play, and I want to go to your house today."

Le Wen was about to go home dejectedly, and the nickname that made him hate sounded behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that he was still the cute idiot, Zheng Liangcai, who was running over with a smile on his face.

"I sent you home yesterday, not to your house to play, besides, what is there to see in my house."

Le Wen rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking: "It's not a blind date, I went to your house yesterday, and I have to go to my house today." ”

"How...... Why, aren't you happy? If you don't like it, then it's ......."

Zheng Liangcai looked at Le Wen with a disdainful expression, a little at a loss.

"Gladly...... Willingly, simply willingly, the little talent can come to my house to play, I can't ask for it. ”

Lewen said that he wanted to hold on to the telephone pole and vomit, but there was no telephone pole for him to hold on to this time and space.

"Alas, playing with this kind of naïve little classmate, will you make yourself naïve, God, let me grow up, this kind of day when I go to school and am beaten by the old master, and I am still entangled by Xiao Zhengtai after school, when will it be the head."