Chapter 8 I haven't brought money for many years (I)

Shangguan Ren is also constantly summarizing and reflecting on his teaching.

Shangguan Ren thought to himself: The old monk Wuchen is quite smart. He knows that he has poor oral expression skills, so he actually teaches classes by watching, playing to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, which is worth learning.

No wonder those kids say that curriculum reform is now in place of heuristic education instead of traditional lecture-based teaching. I must keep pace with the times and reform teaching methods.

After a night of careful preparation, Shangguan Renchengzhu played on the stage.

Seeing that He Qihuan was already waiting respectfully, Shangguan Ren smiled and said, "Children, you must be very tired in studying these days. Is this lesson a good thing? "

"Okay." He Qihuan was a little confused. Is it a bit wrong for these two old men these two days? I used to carry his ears into indoctrination as soon as I was in class. What's wrong now? Did you take the wrong medicine, but it's not right. These two seniors are very skilled in martial arts, and they can digest themselves by taking the wrong medicine.

"Mr. Shangguan, what are we doing today?" He Qihuan reminded himself to be vigilant.

“We’re traveling today.”

"Travel? Good!" He Qihuan blinked, as if he was very interested.

Seeing this, Shangguan Ren was secretly happy. It seems that the educational theory I went out to study a few days ago has some truth. Interest is the first teacher. Students mainly focus on image thinking, and the classroom should be good at creating teaching scenarios and showing image things.

"Life is the classroom, today our classroom is in life." Shangguan Ren pulled He Qihuan and flew down the mountain...

An official road.

Shangguan Ren and He Qihuan were walking slowly on the official road. In the distance was a small village, with more than a dozen families in the village, but most of them were dilapidated thatched huts, and only a few tall buildings were in the distance.

Shangguan Ren and He Qihuan walked slowly to the village and saw an old man on the side of the road, dressed in a worn-out and weathered face covered with dust. Seeing Shangguan Ren and He Qihuan staring at him, the old man hurried forward and smiled and greeted him: "Brother, brother, is there anything?"

He Qihuan hurriedly said, "Nothing is wrong, I'll pass by."

The old man smiled and said, "Then let's take a break. The sun is so fierce. Do you want to have a little tea?"

He Qi smiled and said, "That's a joke."

As she was talking, a village girl came from a distance. She was wearing a light green coarse cloth jacket, slim but heavy steps, with a sad face and a faint tears on her face. When the old man saw it, he asked, "Isn't this a girl from Ersha's family? Haven't you gone to the city? What's wrong with worrying like this?"

The village girl sighed when she saw the old man:

"Today I entered the city, I was filled with tears when I returned,

Those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders.”

After hearing this, the old man sighed: "Child, this is fate! Please accept your fate! Look at me, my second grandpa:

I took out all the soil in front of the door, and there were no tiles on the house.

The ten fingers are not stuck in mud, and they live in the building with a rippling ray."

After letting He Qihuan watch this scene, Shangguan Ren pulled He Qihuan up and walked forward. After a while, he entered the city and came to a restaurant. The restaurant was decorated in magnificently, with crowds and bustling inside.

The two of them sat down at the empty table next to the window. The waiter stepped forward and smiled and said, "What do you want, the two guests?"

Shangguan Ren said lightly: "What are the best dishes in your shop, and another jar of a hundred-year-old daughter Hong."

The waiter smiled: "Customer, our shop has not yet had this hundred-year-old daughter Hong. Why don't you come to the bamboo leaf green?"

Shangguan Ren glanced at the waiter like the spring breeze, then closed his eyes and said kindly: "Then let's go to the best wine in your store."

After the waiter left, He Qihuan quietly said to Shangguan Ren: "Senior, I don't have money on me, do you have enough money?"

Shangguan Ren smiled and said, "I haven't brought money for many years."

"What should I do later? Credit?"

Shangguan Ren still smiled and looked at He Qihuan without making a sound. So He Qihuan also smiled and looked at Shangguan Ren and said, "Why am I in a hurry? With your teacher here, you will hold on to the sky even if the sky falls."

"You kid." Shangguan Ren smiled and knocked He Qihuan on the head.

Outside the window is a big river with sparkling waves and small boats coming and going.

"Hey..." A man who looked like a poet sighed at the table, and someone next to him said, "Great poet, what inspiration is there?"

"How can inspiration come so easily? Inspiration is like sneezing. When you want it, it won't come, but when the opportunity comes, it can't be stopped?"

"Inspiration is like sneezing? Your words are interesting. Okay, I'll test you. Look at this, this is the famous dish here - stewed sea bass. Can you write a poem with this!"

"What's the difficulty? Listen to it-"

The poet's voice changed, and he felt very worried about the country and the people, and he chanted:

People traveling on the river, but love the beauty of perch,

Look at a boat, you are in trouble...

"Good poem." He Qihuan praised secretly. He was about to applaud, but he heard the poet shouting: "You guy, while I was reciting poetry, I ate half of the bass, give it to me quickly." The poet snatched the bass from his companion at the speed of praise that the warrior would praise him when he saw him. He ate happily and interested.

He Qihuan couldn't help but stare in a daze when he saw it. Shangguan Ren snorted softly, "Hypocritical!" He raised his hand to kill the man, but after thinking about it, he let it go.

At this time—

"Come on, come on, come on, don't be polite, just look for more expensive ones, and I'll treat you today." A rough voice sounded.

"Second, where are you getting rich?"

"Haha, I'm so fucking. I killed a few guys from the 'Yuantong' escort business, and it's enough for everyone to have fun."

With the sound of shouting, a group of fierce men came up, one of whom was tall and tall, dressed in gorgeous clothes. The men sat down next to an empty table, and suddenly one of them glanced at this and jumped up in horror.

The shadow of a tree and the name of a person. Although Shangguan Ren has not been wandering in the world for nearly a hundred years and has almost been forgotten, this year, as soon as he left the customs, it caused bloody storms and turmoil, and immediately became a hot figure in the world. Especially his bloodthirsty as he died, which made the people in the world even more worried. So a hundred years ago, his pictures, information, and hobbies were all discovered and became popular products. Everyone who traveled around the world was a must-have item for the people in the world to become monks.

So when this big man went to the restaurant, he recognized who the evil star was when he saw Shangguan Ren, and was so shocked that he jumped three feet high.

Shangguan Ren still smiled lightly, but still looked at He Qihuan with a smile.

Seeing this, other big men looked here wonderingly. When they saw Shangguan Ren sitting, they jumped up in horror. They were arrogant and powerful just now, but now they are trembling, as gentle as little lambs.

Shangguan Renxiang looked at them and said to one of them amiably: "Have you made a fortune?"

The man shivered even more and almost fell soft. He said respectfully: "Senior, I will take it out and honor you!" He reached out and took out a box from his arms and opened it, which contained nearly a hundred shining golden leaves.

Shangguan Ren shook his hand gently, and the man who was about to come forward did not dare to move. Shangguan Ren said to He Qihuan lightly: "See, boy."

This kid can have as many golden leaves as he moves his knife, and he can live happily for a while. What about the old man and the little girl just now? Although they have good intentions and work hard all their lives, they can only make wedding clothes for others. Do you think this world still needs goodness?”

He Qihuan was speechless.

Those big men were not leaving, nor did they not leave, and they didn't know what to do.

Shangguan Ren ignored them and just looked at He Qihuan quietly.

"Then can they last long?" He Qihuan pointed at the big men and asked Shangguan Ren.

"So what if you last for a long time, so what if you can't last for a long time?" Shangguan Ren asked, "If you are exploited like a livestock, what's the point of living for a long time? A stupid person only knows how to accept his fate, and does not try to conquer nature. If you simply accept his fate, wouldn't it be a waste to live?"

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Shangguan Ren said to several big men: "I am in a good mood today. Let's go. Do you want me to invite your guests?"

When a few big men heard this, they felt relieved and burst into tears when they were excited. They were so moved that they were so moved that they bowed and said goodbye politely. A few thoughtful people looked at He Qihuan quietly and secretly recorded his appearance.

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After the meal, Shangguan Ren shook his sleeves and left gracefully. The waiter hurriedly said, "Customer, pay the bill."

Shangguan Ren's voice came from afar: "This young man stayed to do hard work for a day to offset the meal. I will be here to get people the day after tomorrow."

Seeing that one of them had already run away, the waiter hurriedly stepped forward to grab He Qihuan and asked for money from him.

"Ah--" He Qihuan was stunned, then shouted: "It's despicable, you senior!"

"Despicable? Hehe" Shangguan Ren in the distance said in his heart. "Why is it despicable? This is working part-time. It's just Mr. Wuchen, I think you don't have a student, how will you attend class tomorrow? Hehe..."
Chapter completed!