"Is there still many?" Yu Wenming still refused to give up and asked with luck.

Yu Wenming shook his head in pain and sighed, "A class has only one book, no extra."

Yu Wenqing now regrets showing off in front of Yu Wenming. Yu Wenming has clearly expressed it. He wants the "Zhaojiazhuang Dictionary".

However, this is not his. If it is him, of course he can give it to his brother and repay the favor by the way.

But this is from the school, and there is only one class in the whole class. What should I do?

"Brother, my foolish brother is old and may be his last chance to take the exam for the juren." Yu Wenming wiped his tears and begged Yu Wenqing and said.

This is a bit difficult, one is the future of one's own class and the other is the future of one's brothers.

"Of course, my brother's future cannot be delayed," Yu Wenqing handed him the "Zhaojiazhuang Dictionary" and said, "Just use this book."

"But what should I do if my brother's class?" Although Yu Wenming wanted to put it in his arms, what should I do if my brother's students?

"The chief of the mountain is also a juren, and he knows the difficulty of the imperial examination." Yu Wenqing thought for a while and said decisively, "I believe the chief of the mountain will also support my brother."

Yu Wenming thought about it but still didn't dare to pick up the book.

"Why do you need to write ink?" Yu Wenqing simply stuffed the book into Yu Wenming's arms and said, "There are many mountains and there, so why bother to borrow another one?"

Yu Wenming couldn't help but swallowed even more, stopped insisting, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you brother."

Although Yu Wenqing said it easily, as a teacher in his class, he is currently only a borrowed "Zhaojiazhuang Dictionary", which can be seen as precious.

I heard that the school night school was about to open, so I kept walking around the public housing.

Yu Wenqing looked at him, put down the teacup in his hand, and asked, "Suzhi, do you have the only class that won the double prize this time, do you also have to participate in the night shift?"

"Do you think I want to participate? I am already fifty." I shook my head sternly and sighed, "Tianzi Jia Class seems to be beautiful, but it is a soil giant, vulnerable in front of Tadpole Wen."

Yu Wenqing nodded and hurriedly said yes.

Looking at him severely, he said heavily: "The form is so urgent that I have to learn this tadpole essay."

Yu Wenqing raised his respect, bowed and said, "I must be led by Suzhi and learn this tadpole essay well."

"But this night school, my eyes are dizzy, I don't know if I can see it." He shook his head sternly and sighed.

Yu Wenqing thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Since the school wants to train the master, it must be considered thoroughly."

Jingyan School Night School opened, and the blazing butter flames illuminated the entire classroom.

Yuqishi usually doesn't notice that he wears black official uniforms, but he is particularly conspicuous at this time.

After all, although Mou Ziyi and Yun Wujian are from the ninth rank, they are also officials.

However, he is still an official at this time, and people remember that his identity is an official.

Seeing Yu Qishi wearing black official uniforms attending class seriously, Mou Ziyi and Yun Wujin couldn't help but shake their heads.

Mou Ziyi and Yun Wujin couldn't help but look at each other, and couldn't help but remember the situation when Yu Qishi first came to the school.

When he first came to Jingyan Academy, not only Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuji looked down on him, but even the masters of the school looked down on him.

The chiefs of the school are all officials, so hasn’t they reduced the level of the school?

However, the subsequent series of praise from Yuqishi can be said that not only did not lower the level of the school, but instead improved the level of the school.

The Zhang family is the fifth largest family in Jingyan. Today, Mr. Zhang came to Mouziyi’s public housing.

Both of them are from Jingyan's big family and are familiar with each other. They usually have a lot of interactions.

Mr. Zhang bowed to Mou Ziyi and congratulated happily: "Three geniuses appeared in your school and have spread throughout Jingyan."

"No geniuses are there? They are just little rogues." Mou Ziyi shook his head and sighed while returning the gift.

"What, they are actually little rogues?" Zhang Yuanwai felt as if someone had been poured with cold water, and his face hesitated.

A little rogue appeared in a school, but the education of this school failed.

Mou Ziyi seemed not to see Zhang Yuanwai's expression and continued: "They used to throw stones and smelly dog ​​shit at the Yun family students. After being caught by the Yanting Town government, the young man was sent to the school to study, hoping that the school could educate them."

"So that's the case. Why did they become geniuses again?" Zhang Yuanwai asked in confusion.

In fact, these three genius boys were not trained in the school, but they were famous in the school.

This makes the school happier, but it is more of a test for the school.

Now the test is coming, this is still Mou Ziyi’s acquaintance Zhang Yuanwai.

Now the school wants to take advantage of this spring breeze to promote Tadpole literature, how can it slap itself in the face?

Anyway, Tadpole literature was invented by Zhao Ping, and Zhaojiazhuang Academy was also Zhao Ping's, just think it was internally digested.

Tadpole literature actually did not appear in Zhaojiazhuang School at the first time, but was the most inconspicuous workshop night school.

When three geniuses appeared in the school, Mou Ziyi and Yun Wuwan expressed their concerns: "Secretly speaking, these three geniuses should be trained by workshop night school. Will this affect the reputation of the school?"

"It's okay, this is what the little saint means. The little saint just hopes to promote tadpole text as soon as possible." Yu Qishi shook his head and said the whole story, "There are two purposes for night school. One is to let the foreman read and read, and the other is to promote tadpole text."

"If you want to thank me, you have to thank the little saint." After saying that, he solemnly bowed to Chengdu.

Logically speaking, Zhao Ping is his son-in-law, so he can be disrespectful to be a father-in-law.

However, the great effect of tadpole literacy is a measure to benefit the people and is worthy of his gift.

When Mou Ziyi heard that this was the arrangement of the little saint, he finally felt relieved and happily followed Yu Qishi toward Chengdu.

Now when he heard the old acquaintance Mr. Zhang ask, Mou Ziyi smiled faintly and took out a book.

Mr. Zhang took the book and saw the cover, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Three Character Classic"? What kind of book is this?"

"It's the enlightenment book of Zhaojiazhuang School." Mou Ziyi smiled faintly, took a sip of tea, and answered leisurely.

Hearing that it was the Enlightenment Book that was only available in Zhaojiazhuang, Mr. Zhang suddenly became interested and solemnly took the book and nodded: "I'm just here to read it."

Mou Ziyi nodded, made a gesture of inviting people, and devoted himself to tea.

"Taitpole Writing?" Mr. Zhang suddenly felt like falling into clouds and mist.

Mou Ziyi nodded and then continued to deal with his tea.

"Good books, good books!" Zhang Yuanwai turned aside for a while and expressed his feelings: "It is easy to talk about, teach people good, and educate people, which is especially suitable for education."

Mou Ziyi smiled faintly and said modestly: "It's just a book of enlightenment."

"I am also a scholar. I wonder if I am lucky enough to get the book given by Xuezheng?" Zhang Yuanwai was happy when he saw Lie, so he took the opportunity to make his request.

BMW gives martyrs and good books to friends.

Mou Ziyi signed the "Three Character Classic" and stamped it with a private seal.

Mr. Zhang happily took the book, took a sip of tea, and asked in confusion: "Is this how genius came out?"

"Because they know tadpole literature, they are very quick to read, which can be more than five times higher than usual." Mou Ziyi said the reason.

Mr. Zhang nodded, pondered for a while, and asked, "I am a little puzzled when I learn the truth. Why can Tadpole Art improve such a fast speed?"

"You have also seen that all these words are marked with tadpole text." Mou Ziyi explained patiently, "Because all the words in the world can be marked with tadpole text."

"What, all the words in the world can be marked in tadpole text?" Zhang Yuanwai was completely shocked by a bolt from the blue this time.

Mr. Zhang sat down and drank tea while digesting the news.

Mou Ziyi also looked at him while drinking tea.

Mr. Zhang pondered for a while and asked, "How many words are there in this tadpole text?"

"Not many, only twenty-six." Mou Ziyi said the answer, "but it corresponds to about one hundred thousand Chinese characters."

"It's really not many, compared with the eighty-eight and sixty-four hexagrams, it's been reduced by half." Zhang Yuanwai expressed his opinion, "It's not surprising that the sixty-four hexagrams can form all things, and the twenty-six tadpole texts form ten thousand words."

Mou Ziyi felt it was secretly funny. Zhang Yuanwai, who likes the Book of Changes and Feng Shui, even compared the tadpole text with it.

But this is better, and it takes less time for me to talk.

From this point of view, all things are composed of sixty-four hexagrams, and ten thousand words are composed of twenty-six tadpole texts, which is inconsistent with the laws of heaven.

Did Cangjie think of these things long ago when he created the characters?

While drinking tea, Mou Ziyi fell into deep thought and agreed, "That's right."

Mou Ziyi said something agreed and continued to deal with his tea.

Mr. Zhang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "No, I almost got deceived by Xuezheng."

"You are my good friend, why do you need to deceive you?" Mou Ziyi felt incredible.

Zhang Yuanwai took out the "Three Character Classic" and pointed to the "Three Character Classic" and said, "This is only a thousand words, how can it be said to be ten thousand words?"

"Of course there are ten thousand words." Mou Ziyi took out a book from the bookcase and solemnly handed it to Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang respectfully took the book. When he looked at the cover, he couldn't help but look up in surprise and asked, "Zhaojiazhuang Dictionary, what kind of book is this?"

"It is ten times better than "Shuowen Jiezi"." Mou Ziyi said lightly.

It was heard that it was ten times easier to use, and Zhang Yuanwai was even more burnt and tender on his face, with a look of disbelief on his face.

But when he opened it, he immediately forgot to drink tea, but he just flipped through the book while dipping tea.

Suddenly, he was dipped in tea and suddenly stunned.
To be continued...