Be accustomed to something.

It's not a difficult thing to do, as long as there is enough time to wash, anything can be treated as normal, as it is, and there is nothing strange about it, no matter how strange it may be.

This is especially true for the ordinary, busy ordinary people.

For example, a wise queen should listen to politics with curtains, only men should sit in the study, there should be sleeping guards at the city gate, there should be lonely girls in the corners, and the old street study should be full of books all day long.

Li Bu's mouth is nothing special, only a year has passed since the three-year tax exemption, and this matter has gradually faded away.

It is probably the reason why he stayed in the capital as an official for several years and did not return, and did not say that he would seek some more benefits for the city.

Outsiders who came to Laojie Study no longer came, local students in the noisy city also lost their enthusiasm, a few unrealistic idiots who tried to soar by taking the exam, and people who were willing to endure hardships but had more than enough strength to leave early.

Then there are parents who feel that their children can't read, and they are successively arrested and sent home to farm.

Mr. didn't care about these situations, he already felt that there were too many people to teach, and besides, most of them were mediocre people who couldn't make a big deal.

Mr. thought it would be troublesome to refuse at that time, so he accepted them, and now there are more than 20 serious scholars left in the study.

Most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old, the oldest was twenty-five or sixteen, and each of them was diligent and studious day by day, and he was very pleased with this, at least much more easily than he was when he was teaching a country bear child of four or five years old.

......

"Confucianism, there is goodness, to tell each other, to see good, to show each other, the title of the first, the tribulation and death, the long-term service, the distance to the other. There are such acts. ”

On this day, in the study as usual, the gentleman gave a lecture in front, and the four students listened attentively, and no one was distracted or made any noise, for fear of missing the gentleman's diligent teachings.

Except for one who is not afraid of death.

The sun is shining in spring, it is a good day to read and practice calligraphy, and it is also a good climate for sleeping.

Nowhere is this more evident than in someone's case.

The young man sitting on the window seat in the last row was lying on the bookcase with his eyes closed, and he held a book over his head with both hands, as if trying to deceive the eyes of the gentleman and hide the fact that he was asleep.

Spring is flashing, printed on his delicate face, it looks warm, it must be very comfortable, and he must have slept very well, just look at the saliva that hangs on the corner of his mouth and flows all the way to the bookcase.

"Whew...... Whew......"

There was a happy snoring in the corner.

The long stream of saliva was blown away by the young man's breath, and it splashed on the sleeve of the classmate at the next table, and the man quickly wiped it a few times, and then put the bookcase away, his face full of disgust.

As a result, there were several more noises.

Mr. didn't plan to ignore the sleepy boy, so he let him go, as long as it didn't affect the others, let him go today, who knew that he fell asleep and snored in his sleep, Mr. almost smashed the book in his hand on the door of his head, and the sound of the bookcase turning made him unbearable.

Mr. scolded him many times and didn't correct it, he always refused to go back here, in addition to not listening to class, the attendance rate was higher than anyone else's, and I don't know what he wanted.

"Qian Wenxiu!"

The gentleman walked quickly in front of the boy with a ring ruler in hand, and several students along the way consciously got out of the way, and everyone looked at the boy, thinking that he was miserable.

The young man's surname is Qian, he is the little young master of the Qian family in the noisy city, his appearance is the same as his name, Si Swen is handsome, clean and harmless, but his partial personality is a little ruffian, and he always messes with a few idle peers.

Those people were very good to this little young master, and in order to take a lot of benefits from him, they looked forward to it.

They don't dare to do anything big and bad in the noisy city, they have done a lot of thieves, and the people of the city have watched them grow up, knowing that they have a few pounds and a few taels, and there will be nothing out of the ordinary, just chase and scold a few times.

Besides, even if there is a loss, the rich will consciously buy it.

"Qian Wenxiu!"

No matter how much the gentleman called, he was still immersed in his sleep, and the snoring became louder and louder, and the spit stars splashed everywhere.

Being able to sleep like this should be a special skill.

The surface of the ring ruler is black, half an arm long, and there is a vague column of words engraved on it, but I really can't see which words it is.

Hit the bookcase hard, and the two or three volumes of books that were squeezed to the edge shook to the mat, and Qian Wenxiu woke up in a daze.

He rubbed his eyes, glanced out the window, stretched his waist and yawned again, the saliva stained his clothes, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped it slightly, and yawned again, as if he wanted to continue sleeping.

"Classes are out so early?" Qian Wenxiu said, "Then I'll go back to sleep." ”

I still want to get up as I speak.

The students burst into laughter.

The gentleman pressed him back with a ruler, and his face was full of anger, as if he was about to explode at any moment.

"Let me ask you, what does it mean to be 'Confucianism is good and good'?"

The gentleman thought to himself, if you answer, you will only be asked to copy the book a hundred times, and if you can't answer, you will know how to use the ring ruler.

Although Mr. always holds a ring ruler in his teaching, he has never used it, and it is more of a deterrent.

He likes to slap the lower part of the student's back with his hand, and although it does not hurt when beaten, it is the most painful.

Today, Qian Wenxiu fell asleep all day long, and he didn't listen to half a word, so he naturally couldn't answer.

The gentleman was really angry, and he made it clear that he wanted to teach him a good lesson.

"What is it?" Qian Wenxiu squinted, as if she didn't hear clearly, "Yellow eel?

Full of laughter.

The gentleman had a black face, his muscles were jumping, and he waved his hand to fight down.

At this moment, with a bang, the courtyard door was violently pushed open, and it almost shattered against the earthen wall, and a young girl rushed in instantly.

The students looked at her and thought again!

Qian Wenxiu sneezed, thinking what was going on?

The gentleman's face darkened.

The girl sprinted all the way, panting and sweating, rushed to the door of the study, plopped, and fell to her knees.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if her knees hurt.

"Sir, I want to read!" cried the girl, slamming her head with two small mustaches and her mouth trembling.

The students tried their best not to laugh.

Qian Wenxiu saw the girl's appearance clearly, her eyes lit up, she leaned out and wanted to say something, but finally sat back.

"What kind of books do girls read!" Mr. finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the ring ruler in front of the girl, "Don't get out quickly!"