"Hahaha, I thought his father was a king, but I didn't expect he was a bronze!"

"It makes me laugh so hard. It's so obvious what your family status is. You only have a pocket money of 100 yuan a month!"

The audience was originally excited, but when they heard Qian Er, they immediately broke their guard.

Ancestor Xin didn't know the concept of one thousand and two yet, but seeing these, he always felt better.

"In future generations, will so many people care about national affairs?"

"Yes, only when you have a country can you have a family. The country is the safe haven of the family, and the family is the cornerstone of the country. Both are indispensable."

Jiang Yi replied: "The emergence of the Internet in later generations allows us to learn about world events through our mobile phones without going out, allowing the common people to clearly know who is good to us and who is eyeing us."

"The future generations will be an era of unprecedented unity of national consciousness. State affairs are the affairs of the world.

China is the world."

"Well...one China is the world!"

Xin Qiji smiled and said: "In the future, everyone will think like you do?"

"More than 90%!" Jiang Yi said.

"Ninety percent?"

Xin Qiji frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied. Then his sword eyebrows relaxed slightly and he said with relief: "That's enough, that's enough."

"Traitors and spies have existed in all dynasties, and they must be inevitable in future generations as well, let alone a big country with hundreds of millions of people?"

"Future generations must remember that before fighting against foreign aggression, one must first settle down at home, so as not to repeat the tragedy of Yue Ye."

"The biggest mistake of the Southern Song Dynasty court was that it never eliminated the internal diseases!"

"There are spies in the court, and people who are greedy for money and afraid of death are also in the court, but the emperor entrusts them with important responsibilities. Such a court will fail no matter how good the generals are."

When it came to strategic matters, Xin Qiji was alert, for fear that future generations would make the same mistakes as the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Ancestors, please rest assured, future generations will see clearly."

Jiang Yi promised sincerely.

Hearing this, Xin Qiji finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's the case, then I'm relieved."

"How can such an afterlife not make people nostalgic? It's a pity that I haven't really left anything for future generations..."

He never believed that his poems could influence people so many years later.

Jiang Yi didn't say much, he just raised his hand and waved, and the mirror of time and space enveloped him and Xin Qiji again.

Before Xin Qiji could react, he found that he seemed to be in a place similar to a church.

It's just that the tables and blackboard writing here are newer and better.

He moved his steps and looked around. At every table, there were children wearing the same clothes. Some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin. Some were mixed, and some were boys and girls.

They are holding the book with both hands and their eyes are scanning the contents of the book quickly.

Xin Qiji leaned over, and in order to ensure that he could understand everything, Jiang Yi gave instructions to the Mirror of Time and Space to change the text on it into the Song font of Xin Qiji's period.

But before Xin Qiji could calm down and take a look, the children were already communicating with each other under the teacher's "Start" instruction!

"I think it's like looking at a sword while drunk. It's because when Xin Qiji was drunk, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see what his sword looked like, so he had to light a lamp to look at it!"

"That's not the case. I think this scene should be a very powerful move. Think about it, I'm drunk, I can still have the strength to hold up the lamp and read the sword at the same time. How awesome!"

"The dream of returning to the Trumpet Company Camp should mean that Xin Qiji returned to the camp when he dreamed. But isn't he a poet? Why did he return to the camp?"

"You don't understand this. It's just like us beginners who usually need to see real objects and scenes before we can draw. Let me tell you, Xin Qiji must have gone to the military camp to see it in order to write this poem well.

One trip!”

"Isn't this the same as when we visit museums now? It is said that Xin Qiji was still a court official at that time. He must have this right!"

"Then what does it mean to end the affairs of the king and win the reputation during life and after death?"

"Isn't this easy? Isn't it like this in ancient times? It is one's duty to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country. As for any capable person, who wouldn't want to leave something for the current generation and future generations after his or her life and death?"

"What if it happened in vain?"

"Xin Qiji is telling us that the few sentences he wrote earlier were actually his own imagination. He is now a bad old man and can only dream about these things!"

"Oh, I understand when you say that. It turns out that Xin Qiji is a poet who loves to dream!"

The children communicated with great interest.

The female teacher standing on the podium couldn't help laughing when she heard these words.

She is trying to let the children understand the poem on their own first, let them think about it first, and then follow the instructions, instead of using a teaching method that is violently instilled from the beginning to see if it can have better results.

But she never expected that the innocent and lovely children would come up with so many strange ideas. It was so exciting to see them communicating with each other and looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

After hearing this, ancestor Xin Qiji immediately stroked his beard and laughed, and the gloom in his heart was swept away by the children's immature disputes.

"Interesting, interesting..."

Xin Qiji looked at Jiang Yi, with stars in his eyes: "Am I just a poet who loves to dream?"

"Ancestor, this is a joke made by children."

"There is no need to say this, why would I care about such trivial matters with children?"

Xin Qiji waved his hands with some dissatisfaction, as if he disliked Jiang Yi for thinking him too stingy: "They can read and think about my poems, and it's not too late to be happy as ancestors."

"They not only read, but also recite and write."

Jiang Yi smiled, recalling the shadow of his childhood.

But in front of the ancestors, how can it be said to be a shadow?

Our future generations must be proactive, happy and eager to memorize it!

"Then can you write?"

In such an environment, Xin Qiji suddenly felt a lot happier.

After the lessons learned at the beginning, Jiang Yi didn’t dare to take any chances now, and shook his head repeatedly:

"Only a few songs."

After saying this, an idea came to his mind.

I wonder what it would look like if the ancestors were asked to give a forty-minute speech in the school assembly hall?

Jiang Yi couldn't help but think about it.

The First Emperor: "Children, I will teach you today how to dominate the world through culture and military force!"

Emperor Taizong: "If we talk about the war of culture, we, the Tang Dynasty, did the best. Future generations should listen to me and demolish that shabby street first!"

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty: "If anyone dares to touch you, then fight him. If you can't fight him, fight him. If you can't fight him, then save your strength and fight with all your strength!"

Cao Cao: "You are here to teach you how to use your strategy to determine the world!"

Xin Qiji: "Who said that military commanders cannot write lyrics? From now on, you have to correct one concept. I am a military commander!"

Xiang Yu: "You are all too weak. I am here to teach you a set of powerful boxing techniques!"

After saying that, he punched the desk and broke it...

Ahem...

At this point, the painting style seems to have collapsed a bit.
Chapter completed!