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"Good. ”

The principal nodded, and then said to the classmates: "The students are listening carefully, that is Meng Haoran, the great poet of ancient times, who is more than 1,300 years away from now (Meng Haoran was born in 689), the opportunity is rare, and I don't have to listen to it if I want to hear it in the future." ”

"Wow, people of more than 1,300 years. ”

The classmates were surprised, and some even pointed out with their immature little hands: "Then he, then he······ Lived for more than 1,300 years?"

"You're stupid. It is a person who is more than 1,300 years away from now, and he has long since died. He lived to ····· It seems to be 51 years old. ”

"Oh, my grandfather lived to be eighty years old, and he is not dead yet. ”

"That's ancient, it's quite a lot. ”

······

Sun Qian saw that the classroom was about to quarrel again, and immediately shouted loudly: "Be quiet! Give me silence! Otherwise, I will give you more homework tonight, and you will be fine anyway." ”

"No, teacher. ”

The students showed frightened expressions and immediately closed their mouths.

Sun Qian frowned and looked at Wang Hao, "You go to find the computer teacher, no, I'll go with you." ”

"Yes, teacher. Wang Hao grinned.

Today's teacher will definitely make me a legend among my classmates, hehe!

When Wang Hao went to do this, Lin Fangzheng persuaded Meng Haoran.

"Xiao Meng, don't be angry. I'll also tell you honestly, these people are not from the Central Plains, they are barbarians, so the customs are different, don't care. ”

Meng Haoran glanced at Lin Fang, and his immature little face was full of unquenched anger, "Barbarians, then it is even more impossible for me to teach them the things of my Central Plains, the Book of Poetry is extremely important to the Tang Dynasty." It's the quintessence of the country!"

"No, it is precisely because they are barbarians that we need to be enlightened to them, so that we can reflect the demeanor of our great country and export culture. ”

Lin Fang said, reminding: "You forgot, Datang has been carrying out the export thing. For example, the export of writing to the island country, the export of chopsticks culture to Goryeo, and so on. ”

"That's just as well. ”

Meng Haoran's anger gradually subsided, as if he remembered something: "In recent years, Datang has strengthened the cultural export to neighboring countries, and all kinds of products are exported to their countries, and I heard that it is very popular. ”

"That's cultural export. ”

Lin Fang said, but he was stunned, "Datang has already reached this point?"

"That's right. ”

Meng Haoran arched his hand to the left and said: "Emperor Shengming, in recent years, he has continuously strengthened the export of foreign culture, and now the surrounding Goryeo, Dongying, and Tubo are ······· The Western Regions and other places have admired Chinese culture, believing that the supreme god between heaven and earth is Pangu, and then opened the heavens and the earth, created a flood famine, and then the flood was broken, and Nuwa made up the sky, becoming today's world. ”

"There are even many foreign people who take the initiative to erect statues of Pangu God, Nuwa God, Hongjun Ancestor and other statues to pay homage. ”

Lin Fang was dumbfounded when he heard this, this is too much.

There has never been a time when the gods of China have been worshiped by the people of other countries.

"How much faith power did these guys gain by accident?"

Lin Fang suddenly remembered this stubble, and said secretly: "It's a big loss, these people owe me too much, I don't know if they can pay it off before they leave." ”

"The great sage, in order to transmit poetry and culture, does not care about them in general. ”

Meng Haoran bowed his hand to Lin Fang, then turned around and returned to the screen to continue the lecture.

Lin Fang also breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately continued to watch the live broadcast.

But looking at the repetitive content, it was really not interesting, and it didn't take long for him to quit the live broadcast room.

At this moment, Wu Daozi, who had not left, walked over.

"Great Sage, although Wu is not good at poetry, he is good at painting. Wu also wants to contribute to the export of Chinese culture. ”

Lin Fang looked at Wu Daozi in shock, he didn't expect this guy to be so active.

"In that case, you can teach your students ink painting. ”

Lin Fang had a headache, and the benefits of sending it to the door were naturally impossible not to want, but it was no longer possible to use dingding.

It's not a problem when the number of people is small, but it's a big problem when there are many people.

"That's it, you wait for me, I'll give you a magic weapon, and you will teach live like Meng Haoran. ”

Lin Fang plans to apply for a fish live broadcast room, which is dedicated to teaching.

"Okay, Great Sage. Wu Daozi bowed his hand slightly and said politely.

Lin Fang took his mobile phone and began to register, he was too lazy to build, but at this point, he couldn't help but build.

Painting is different from ancient poetry, which has long since declined in later generations, so there are not many parents who are really willing to pay money to sign up to learn ancient poetry.

Painting was very popular in later generations, although Wu Daozi's paintings were completely different from those in later generations, but they were no different for those parents who did not know.

Isn't it all painting? Even if it's painting, then sign up, there is no harm in learning more things, and you don't have to pressure yourself with more skills!

That's what these parents tend to think.

Sometimes I think about it, if you learn the thief technique, the lockpicking technique, the ancestral technique, is it not harmful?

Lin Fang shook his head, and after entering a large row of cumbersome information, he set up a live broadcast room, handed over the mobile phone, thought about it but stopped, and handed over the tablet he used.

"Put this tablet on the ground and teach someone to draw in front of it. Lin Fang explained casually.

Wu Daozi nodded, he already knew how to do it when he watched Meng Haoran teach before.

Lin Fang held his mobile phone and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Now I am registering for the live broadcast of Wu Daozi's painting class, and the price of one class is 100,000 yuan." ”

"Wu Daozi's class of painting saints, I can also be called a disciple of painting saints in the future. I want to sign up. ”

"I'm worried about selling scriptures, buying a villa and not knowing what to do, it's impossible to work part-time, I don't have the talent to start a business, I can't stick to it after a few days of wanting to write, life is so boring, I can't do anything.

I didn't expect to see what the Great Sage said when I just came in, and now I can learn to paint with the painting saint, and I can open an exhibition in the future. ”

"Here he came, he showed off. The big guy who rose in the early days, envy, jealousy and hatred, hated why I didn't meet Brother Monkey earlier. ”

"Brother, where did you buy the villa? Have you time to get together together, join the group? Our group of people got rich too quickly overnight, and we have no ability to do anything, and we suddenly feel that life is so boring, and we will have nothing to do together in the future to get together to play golf and go fishing." ”

"Okay. I have houses in Magic City, Chongqing City, and Kyoto, I like the summer in Chongqing, I can go to eat authentic hot pot, and the cold wind in winter goes straight to the bone marrow, and I can't stand it.

When I go to the magic capital in winter, I feel that I don't feel cold when I come out naked after taking a bath. Occasionally in Kyoto, go to see the great rivers and mountains, the Great Wall·····"

"I'm different, I like Sanya in summer and ····· in winter"

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