Knowledge can be instilled, but wisdom can only enlighten.

To describe it in one sentence, we must know the reason, and we must know the reason.

Regarding education, teachers and students need to interact. This so-called interaction is not the so-called "go to read the book by yourself!" "If you don't take this exam, you don't need to know!" "You just need to know what you ask so much..."

No matter which subject you develop interest, not a repeater. The students you teach should not be the repeater that you memorize when you encounter a problem.

Teaching is not simply indoctrination of knowledge. What an excellent teacher... needs to do is to guide students to learn and explore spontaneously.

When learning, it focuses on the process.

Only when exams are taken, we will pay attention to the results.

In the classroom that had been silent for a long time, Wenjing read countless classics that she had memorized, but she could not think of how to solve the problem. Faced with Fang Jin's several questions on the podium, Wenjing found that she could not use the things she memorized...

"According to what you said, I want to know why King Zhou of Shang has such a bad reputation in history?" Mu Yekai suddenly stood up and asked loudly.

Everyone's eyes turned to Mu Yekai.

Fang Jin smiled slightly, looked at Mu Yekai and said, "Because you live in the present."

"The Shang Dynasty was the second dynasty in Chinese history, and the Zhou Dynasty was the third dynasty, and... the Zhou Dynasty existed for eight hundred years!"

"A master is famous and you must have your own reasons for doing anything. When a robber kills people, he knows that he accused others of stealing his own clothes. This is the so-called fig leaf. In fact, there are more examples in history."

"It doesn't matter if the teacher doesn't understand these words. You can write them down first. Some things in the adult world are very complicated, and you will understand in the future."

As Fang Jin said, he couldn't say something. He thought that the little carrots in front of him were only nine or ten years old, and they said too profoundly, maybe they couldn't understand them.

"You are always like this. You can send us a sentence if we don't understand... Instead of doing this, it's better not to say it from the beginning." At this time, Wang Xinyue suddenly spoke.

Fang Jin's smile froze. Looking at Wang Xinyue with disdain, he immediately adjusted his mentality and said, "Okay, this is the teacher's fault!"

Fang Jin's sudden admitting his mistake made Wang Xinyue a little surprised. She turned her eyes to look at Fang Jin, and then turned her head aside.

Fang Jin picked up a black pen and wrote the words "mainstream" on the whiteboard behind him.

"Because King Zhou is the mainstream of history, when the Zhou Dynasty was first established, it had to maintain its own rule and allow itself to rule the country legitimately. Therefore, the mainstream at that time had to smear King Zhou and let its citizens understand that it was the monarch of the Zhou Dynasty who rescued the people from the arduous rule of water and fire..."

"We have also said before that history is similar. There is not only one example in history when King Zhou's example, but almost all the last monarchs of the dynasty were smeared with layers of ink on their faces."

"The literati who can only hold a pen can only hold a pen, besides slander, they can't do anything else. After all, they still have to live under their crotch at that time!"

"To put it another way, don't smear, can you still praise it? If you praise it, you will be labeled as the remnants of the evil spirits and then beheaded and displayed in public!"

"Do you understand why King Zhou has such a bad reputation in history?"

After saying this, Fang Jin smiled at Wang Xinyue.

Wang Xinyue turned her head aside arrogantly.

"No, if you say so, why no one overturned the case for King Zhou?!" Wen Jing immediately retorted.

"Because there is no freedom of speech and there is no need." Fang Jin replied: "You can't change history if you overturn the case or not. I have told you about history long ago that it was written by people."

"The story is that King Zhou of Shang was killed by King Wu of Zhou. As for why he was killed, it actually doesn't matter. History itself is not rigorous. What is important is what we can learn here."

"Okay, the get out of class is about to end! Before the get out of class is over, let's assign homework and write about the historical insights? For the summary of this class, you will write whatever you think of, no less than 800 words!"

"Yeah, hand it over next Monday!"

Fang Jin smiled and said, "I looked at the little radish heads below."

"Damn... Damn! I won't..." Mu Yekai was the first to scream. Before he finished speaking, he felt a murderous gaze and meowed, trembling all over, and closed his mouth.

"No, it's eight hundred words!"

"I can't even get eight hundred pieces of hair with it!"

"Don't play like this, it will be dead!"

"Please let it go..."

The little carrot heads wailed.

"If you talk a little longer, you will only have a thousand words!" Fang Jin laughed, smiling evilly.

He suddenly remembered that when he was studying in the Chronicle, the few words he feared most in Chinese books were: memorizing the full text. The most annoying sentence every Friday was: hand it over next Monday.

When I was a physics teacher, I thought that Xiao Luobo had to learn seven or eight courses at the same time, and had to write a lot of homework until eleven or two o'clock in the evening, so I didn't assign homework much.

Now I have taken all the courses in my hands. I will assign homework as I want. As for whether I can complete it... I can't finish it all!

"It's okay not to write. Go home and wash your legs and buy the crutches! Four hundred words per leg, two legs and eight hundred words, no bargaining!" Fang Jin waved his hand: "Okay, now... get out of class is over!"

When they heard that the get out of class was over, the little carrot heads lay down on the table with two dejected expressions.

Long Aotian and Mu Yekai glanced at the crutches beside them.

"Four hundred words, one leg, eight hundred words, two legs... What should we do if we have been fucked and one leg?" Long Aotian stretched out his fingers and calculated, looking at Mu Yekai.

Mu Yekai looked thoughtful and stretched out his fingers to Balabala to calculate, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "What are you afraid of? My legs will be fine next week. Then you will have two legs to hit the lame!"

"Yes! Why didn't I expect it!" Long Aotian said in surprise.

Looking at the two teammates beside him who were ready to be beaten to be beaten, Qi Mu couldn't help but cover his face. With such an IQ... he still wanted to defeat the fat man?

"Didn't you think about writing 800 words?" Qi Mu sighed.

Suddenly, the other two focused their eyes on Qi Mu and asked in unison: "Tell me with a pendant?"

"Can't you?" Qi Mu frowned.

"No!" the two of them shook their heads together.
Chapter completed!