Chapter 281 Asking for advice

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 281 Asking for advice

Yanping City in the 1970s was more lively than it was twenty years later, with everything waiting to be renovated. Everyone felt that there was hope in life, and everything was done with light in their eyes, and everything was prosperous.

Compared with three and forty years later, the social atmosphere is much better. At least those who walk in the narrow alleys and streets with sewage are all people who pursue life. The feasting and feasting of the later generations, and the high-rise buildings are all driven by souls and desires.

The Walking Dead.

Even though from Fang Mu's weird perspective, the people in this city were all rotten and changeable people, he felt that they were all more alive than him, which made him feel like and happy.

To understand the culture of a place, the closer you go to the center of urban development, the "lower" the level of education becomes. But in this era... it's the other way around.

After Fang Mu abandoned the car in the woods on the outskirts, he walked into the city and walked all the way to the city center, resting for a night before setting off.

"Uncle, do you know where I can find Teacher Wang Zheng?" Fang Mu tidied himself up a little and made his hair shiny and smooth. Although the clothes were not beautiful and even a little shabby, he overall looked energetic.

When he spoke, he held his chest and raised his head high, his voice was loud, and he deliberately used a tone similar to that of a broadcaster and shouted to the guard guard standing guard at the gate of Yanping University.

Fang Mu's performance is very characteristic of this era. In addition, his appearance does not look old to begin with. With a little dressing up, he looks more like an active young man of this era.

The uncle just glanced at Fang Mu and felt that this person was very energetic and safe, but he still asked out of professional ethics: "What are you doing?"

"There are a few things I don't understand about horse studies. I heard that Teacher Wang Zheng is very good in this area, so I came here to ask him for advice!" Fang Mu's eyes were bright.

The uncle nodded. Apparently people like Fang Mu were quite common. He waved and said, "Come here and register."

"Okay!" Fang Mu shouted loudly, following behind.

After registering, the uncle looked at Fang Muchai's name and read out: "Fang Sen..."

"I am here!"

"...Don't be so loud, I'm not deaf." The uncle finally got tired of Fang Mu's performance and felt a little sore in his balls. He quickly dismissed it and said, "You came at the right time. Today, Teacher Wang just happened to be teaching the workers and peasants brothers from outside.

When you come back, you should be preparing lessons in the office now. You can easily find someone by asking a random student on the road."

Only then did Fang Mu put aside his poor acting skills and chuckled, "Thank you." Then he walked into the school.

After asking around on the way, Fang Mu didn't find out the specific route, but he met a group of "like-minded" students. He was surrounded by these enthusiastic students at a loss, and headed to Wang Zheng's office together.

Wang Zheng's office is indeed very conspicuous. It is on the right-hand side of the first floor under the teaching building closest to the basketball court.

When they first arrived, Fang Mu and the others didn't even need to knock on the door. The door opened from the inside, and what greeted them was a young woman in her early twenties with a kind-hearted face.

Fang Mu felt a little dazed and stared at the person who had just come out of the office for a long time. The girl probably didn't expect that a handsome man would pay such attention to her, so she immediately ran away with a red face, even the acquaintance's

He didn't even bother to respond to the greeting.

"Xiao Wang took time to deliver food to your father again, hey."

"Xiao Wang goes to the secretary when he has time. She has something to ask you!"

…

Everyone saw the girl running away in shame and panic, and everyone was joking.

Fang Mu secretly shook his head, thinking with some humor: Wang Ma was so young and naive more than twenty years ago. I really don't know how she could become such a carefree person later on.

The kind-faced girl just now was the nanny hired by Fang Mu II when he settled in Yanping City. She was just a younger version and had not yet fully grown into the aunt he was familiar with.

And the Wang Zheng he was looking for today was Wang Ma’s father who once worked at Yanping University and was a philosophy professor.

Being able to be her father's daughter is probably the most honorable and fortunate thing for Wang Ma in her life. When she chats with An Qin in her spare time, she often talks about her father's affairs, and she always talks happily, but she always feels sorry for herself.

Her father died too early, otherwise even if she had no future in their family, her children would still be able to stand out under her father's guidance.

Today, Fang Mu, who has traveled through time and space, has the opportunity to meet the father that Wang Ma talks about.

Wang Zheng is sitting in the corner of the office. He is dressed almost the same as Fang Mu. He is poorly dressed but has a very energetic appearance. He wears a pair of glasses. He is thin and elegant in appearance, which is completely incompatible with Wang Ma's temperament.

Not even remotely similar.

The students who came with Fang Mu rushed to talk to Wang Zheng and asked, thirsty for knowledge, and pushed the innocent-looking Fang Mu against the wall.

Fang Mu was a little helpless, but chose to stand silently on the wall until the class bell rang, and the students reluctantly left the office.

After all the students and teachers who were about to attend class had left, only Fang Mu and Wang Zheng were left in the office.

Wang Zheng finally noticed Fang Mu, and he was a little surprised: "Hey, this..."

Regarding Fang Mu, he seemed a little unsure of his age.

"I'm not a student." Fang Mu immediately stepped forward and introduced himself with a smile, "My name is Fang Sen. My father was a soldier who sacrificed his life with honor. I am very curious about horse studies and I have always understood something about it. Now here comes

When I arrived at Yanping, I happened to hear someone say that you are very proficient, so I came here specifically to ask for advice."

Wang Zheng suddenly realized. After hearing Fang Mu's identity, his eyes became gentler and kinder, and he said patiently: "I don't dare to assume that I am proficient, but if you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

Fang Mu immediately asked the other party for advice, and Wang Zheng answered fluently.

Wang Zheng slowly noticed that the questions raised by Fang Muti were somewhat in-depth. Many of them were not superficial questions that ordinary students would ask, but questions that came from further thinking. He had to think carefully about many of the questions before he could give an answer. Then he looked at Fang Mu.

At this moment, his eyes had become a little more brilliant.

However, Wang Zheng soon discovered that Fang Mu's questions were getting more and more weird, and could even be said to be a little abnormal. They gradually touched the "minefield", and even he was so frightened that he kept making silent gestures to Fang Mu.

, then looked left and right to confirm if there was anyone around.

Wang Zheng was not a fool, and he could see at this moment that Fang Mu not only had something on his mind, but was also looking for trouble.

He lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? What exactly do you want to ask me about?"

"Actually, it's just a few simple questions." Fang Mu looked at Wang Zheng in surprise. His eyesight ability was out of control again. He saw that Wang Zheng's death was actually an "abnormal death."

This "abnormal" is not in a general sense, but specifically refers to death from special abnormal factors.

Wang Zheng, who was looking grim at the moment, didn't know that he would die an untimely death soon. When he died, his body would be covered with sores and pustules, and his whole body would be swollen. His tongue would hang out from his mouth so long that it could fall to the ground, just like a dog that had been maliciously attacked by someone.

Like playing with a dead toad.
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