[Ask for collections, tickets]

The vendor who was flirting with Duke Zhou's daughter was woken up by Li Chunfeng, "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, wake up, Your Majesty is here"

The peddler turned over and said, "Come on, tell him I'm home, go, I'll sleep a little longer"

"No, I told him you were sleeping, and His Majesty was waiting for you in the greenhouse."

The peddler grabbed a pillow and threw it at Li Chunfeng, "You loser" Li Chunfeng dodged away, "Uncle Shi, hurry up and get dressed, I'll wait for you outside"

After the peddler finished it, he drove a motorcycle and took Li Chunfeng to see Li Er, who was squatting on the edge of the ground and watching the villagers scatter seeds in the field.

"What kind of food are yours?" Li Er asked an old farmer.

The old farmer scratched the back of his head, "We don't know, what kind of lettuce did the uncle say, and said that this dish is particularly crisp to eat in shabu-shabu, oh, by the way, it's like this" The old farmer picked up a torn bag from the ground and pointed to the pattern on it to show Li Er.

Li Er pinched the bag and looked at it for a while before he realized that he had eaten this dish, it was indeed a perfect match for shabu shabu, I didn't expect that I could grow it here, it seems that I will have to let the hawker pay tribute to the palace in the future, but will I give money or not?

Just as Li Er was struggling with the time, the hawker arrived, and the motorcycle was tied up and bent down to drill into the greenhouse, seeing that a group of people were inside, the hawker hurriedly pushed out, "What are you doing here, it's okay to go out quickly, the ground is flattened, really, it's not my own thing, I don't know how distressed"

Knowing the temper of this thing, they all retreated, and suddenly an old man jumped out, "Oh, how can you speak, you don't salute when you see Your Majesty, and you are so presumptuous to the ministers, Your Majesty, please ask Your Majesty to hand over the national teacher to the Criminal Department for punishment"

The people who came with Li Er all looked at the old man like idiots, the hawker didn't even pick up the old man, squatted beside Li Er, and threw Li Er a cigarette, "Your Majesty, why did you remember me?" ”

Li Er tilted his head and took advantage of the vendor's lighter to light a cigarette, "I heard Xiaogong say that you built a school, enrolled a group of orphans, and said that there are more than 3,000 people, and you can eat meat at once, we are curious, so we came to take a look"

"Oh, then why don't you go straight to school, why are you here, and who is that old man?"

"It's not that your shed is too eye-catching, I can't help but come over and take a look, that old man is Wei Zheng who suffocated my bird"

The peddler understood, no wonder this old man dared to come up and pick his own thorns, it turned out to be this old guy, history records that this old man is a cheap bone, looking for Li Er's stubble every day, he is simply a champion who dies in tricks, he has to be locked in the cowshed for a different place, and he writes confession materials every day, it is rare that Li Er actually didn't kill him, it seems that he is a master of playing psychology.

After understanding who it was, the peddler decided not to bite him, "Your Majesty is hot, it's stuffy here, it's time to sprinkle dung in a while, let's go to school and sit for a while, anyway, we can't see anything here at the moment."

Li Er was disgusted by what the hawker said, so he asked the hawker to pull himself up, and his legs were numb after squatting just now, and he got out of the greenhouse, and the hawker led the way in front of him and brought the group to the school gate.

Looking at the neat and tidy courtyard in front of them, covering an area of one hundred and ten acres, everyone gasped, pomp, although Li Er had also seen the shock of the time when the hawker took out Li Yuan's Baoguang Palace, but how big is the Baoguang Palace, how big is this.

"Dabao, you brought this here? I remember the other day it was a wasteland."

"Yes, oh no, I brought the materials to repair the house, the old eight they built it, there is nothing in this thing, it is just a word fast, in our place it is called a simple house"

No wonder, from the name Li Er and others heard that this thing might be improvised, and when they saw a small pavilion in front of them - the communication room, Li Er touched it with his hand, was startled, turned his head and asked the vendor, "Iron?" ”

"The outside is an iron sheet, and the inside is a thermal insulation material"

Li Er wiped the sweat from his forehead, he thought that so many houses were made of iron, it turned out to be just a layer of skin, but it was estimated that no one in Datang was willing to do this, looking at the bare door and nothing, Li Er asked the vendor, "Don't you have a name for this school?" ”

These words just aroused the hawker's thoughts yesterday, looking at Li Er in front of him, how could he let it go, "The name is there, but my handwriting is not good-looking, and I can't think of any good names, why don't you bother Your Majesty to give Mobao and help me write the name?" ”

Li Er remembered the slogan on the greenhouse, smiled and pointed at the vendor, "You, okay, bring a pen and paper"

The peddler hurriedly yelled at Li Chunfeng beside him, Li Chunfeng ran to the office and took the things, handed the pen to Li Er, and held the paper with a board, "Dabao, what is the name of the school?" ”

"Well, Niujiazhuang Daomen Hope School, just this name, oh yes, if it's convenient, Your Majesty can make a payment, write your name on the back, and the children will definitely miss you in the future."

Li Er completely ignored the hawker's words, picked up the pen and helped the vendor inscribe the name of the school on the paper, and nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, Dabao has other important questions, just find the eldest grandson and them, let the children miss their good."

The hawker thought about it, in addition to the name of the school, the school also needs a lot of slogans or something, and it is not a waste to stand in front of so many pens!

Holding a pen, he came to the eldest grandson Wuji, "Zhao Gong, you can help me write a hundred-year plan, education-oriented"

The eldest grandson Wuji happily took the pen and wrote down the popular education slogan of the Tang Dynasty "Centennial Plan, Education-oriented" Looking at the words on the book, the eldest grandson Wuji also nodded with satisfaction, I don't know whether he is satisfied with his pen power or satisfied with this slogan.

After the eldest grandson finished writing, everyone was surprised by the slogan casually reported by the hawker, this product is so level? They are all expecting the hawker to find themselves for Mobao.

The hawker did not disappoint everyone, holding the pen and asking for words one by one, Xiao Yu wrote to study hard, every day, Fang Xuanling's task is to be poor and not poor education, no matter how hard it is to be bitter for children, Li Xiaogong because he had a meal yesterday and proposed that he could inscribe Braille in the canteen, so he was educated by the hawker and wrote down Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate, every grain is hard.

Seeing that everyone in front of them could get a concise and philosophical short sentence, the people in the back didn't wait for the hawkers to come up and beg, and waited in line for the people in front to write, and then they took it and asked directly, "National teacher, what should I write?" ”

The hawker racked his brains to distribute the slogans he saw and thought of to the Wenchen brought by Li Er one by one, and even Lao Cheng, the big old man, was arranged by the hawker to rise and fall in the world, and the husband was responsible, and the excited Lao Cheng hugged the hawker and kissed him, and the hawker wiped the saliva on his face, and swore that he would never be close to Lao Cheng again, it was disgusting!

After everyone had written, the peddler handed the paper in his hand to Li Chunfeng and asked him to find a bucket of red paint and paint the slogans on the wall, of course, don't forget to affix the name of the person behind the writing.

A group of people fantasized that their words would be worshiped here in the future, and they were all excited to turn their heads and ears, only Wei Zheng, the old man in the middle, was a little depressed, and the hawker was looking for someone to ask for words just now and didn't look for him, and then everyone consciously went to line up to write, the old man was not willing to pull down his face, now it's okay, watching others elated one by two, the old man regretted it a little.

But after thinking about it, don't look at your joy now, maybe you will pull up the list in the future, with this kind of self-comforting psychology, the old man is very light-hearted.

Li Er also silently watched the slogans or slogans reported by the hawkers on the side, and quickly calculated in his mind, what would happen if these slogans were brushed all over Datang? In this way, can you snare all the people of insight in the world into your arms? With these people, will those gate valves who are against themselves be a little more restrained?

Thinking about it, Li Er shook his head, this is too far, let's care about the things in front of me first, and then say, "Dabao, the words are also inscribed, just take us in and have a look"