Meng Xinghe doesn't care whether you are a talented person or a flatterer. Even if you are the son of a county magistrate, it doesn't matter. If you piss him off, you still have to kneel down and admit your mistake. This is his principle, and it can also be said to be a man's bottom line.
"I have a question for you, brother flattery. We are studying the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, and we are reading the books of sages. The book has never mentioned how to interpret the word "gun". I am not very talented, so I would like you to demonstrate it for reference."
Who is Meng Xinghe? He came from time-travel. When it comes to lips and tongue, if he is modest, he will be invincible in Taoyuan. He picked up the stick in his hand and approached Ma Wencai step by step. When he passed by Ma Wencai, he smiled contemptuously.
He made a sound and strode back to his private room, completely mistaking Marven's shyness just now for him to fart.
Ma Wencai was a famous person in Taoyuan County after all, so how could he tolerate Meng Xinghe's arrogant attitude? He opened the white jade folding fan with a swipe, and angrily cursed at the servants he had brought with him: "You are all blind.
Are you blind? Why don't you tie up Meng Xinghe quickly?"
"Whoever dares to tie up my young master, I will fight him to the death!" Xiaowuzi ignored the unfinished things on the ground and thought about protecting the Lord. He was short and opened his arms, trying to stop the Ma family's servant. Ma Wencai was
The son of the county magistrate, if his young master was sent to the county jail, he would not be killed. At critical times, Xiao Wuzi, a servant, is still full of professional ethics.
When Meng Xinghe heard that someone was about to kidnap him, he didn't worry at all. Instead, he took out a big box from his room, which seemed to be Ma Wencai's luggage. He walked to Ma Wencai and threw it in front of him as if he was throwing garbage.
Throw it out.
It was such a neat move that even Meng Xinghe didn't know when he had learned this move. Then, Meng Xinghe suddenly erupted like a volcano, spewing lava, and said rather fiercely: "Ma Wencai, don't blame me for not reminding you, this
The wing of the county school is my private space. Even if the master comes, he has no right to drive me out, let alone you, a pink-headed boy who has not even grown hair, get out of here as soon as possible!"
It's not that Meng Xinghe is pretending, but that he doesn't need to swallow his anger. He will respect those who respect him, and those who offend him, he will offend a hundred feet. Why endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the sea and the sky. In Meng Xinghe's view, it should be
Yes, he can endure the fierce waves for a while, but if he takes a step back, he will never recover. He cannot learn to tolerate it, let alone choose to retreat. This is his character.
Everyone has their own personality, and it is difficult to change what they are born with. Ma Wencai also has his own personality. Meng Xinghe scolded Meng Xinghe with a few curse words, which made his nostrils spit fire. Without thinking, he slapped him with a slap in the face, and there was no trace of emotion in his mouth.
He cursed politely: "Country boy, I don't believe I can kill you!"
"Fuck!" Meng Xinghe almost forgot that he could still say this word. This time he was really angry. He grabbed Ma Wencai's flying slap with his backhand, and hit Ma Wencai's thigh with his knee.
During the military training, the instructor taught him how to capture an opponent. He knocked Ma Wencai to the ground hard and even put a foot on Ma Wencai's back, just like the policeman in the movie arresting criminals.
If Meng Xinghe's previous fierce words were just to suppress the anger in his heart, it would be excusable. Then this beautiful blow just now undoubtedly sentenced him to death.
Who knew that Meng Hualiu, who usually seemed weak and indifferent, would become so strong after going home to recuperate for a few days.
Ma Wencai is just a weak scholar. Even if he usually runs rampant in the county, he only does it because he has a good father and no one dares to resist. Today, after eating Meng Xinghe's powerful dish, his internal organs and six palaces suddenly surged with energy and blood.
His face instantly turned red with blood, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. The pain was like a heavy beating on his chest, and he couldn't even howl.
At this time, the servants of the Ma family could no longer stay out of the matter, and rushed over in twos and threes. They did not dare to punch Meng Xinghe, but they were willing to beg: "Mr. Meng, if you are so noble, please let my young master go!"
"Let him go? Humph! What a joke! If I let him go, who will let me go?" I thought Marvin was a man who had been beaten, but he didn't know he was so vulnerable. Meng Xinghe didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he calmly
Just give him a lesson. You can also let him know that when you make a mistake, you have to admit it, and when you admit it, you have to stand upright.
Meng Xinghe patted his trousers and took back his foot that was on Ma Wencai's back. He said casually to Ma Wencai, "Get out of here. When you see me, Meng Xinghe, please
Remember to take a detour!”
Several servants of the Ma family dared not disobey Meng Xinghe. They nodded in agreement. They dared to help Ma Wencai up from the ground and asked anxiously: "My lord, my lord, my lord, how are you?"
Ma Wencai felt a pain in his chest and didn't say anything. He just wanted to raise his hand and slap these useless dogs to death. When he was knocked down by Meng Xinghe just now, no one stepped forward to stop him. Only now did he care.
What a waste!
Several servants held Ma Wencai in their arms, barely able to keep him standing. Ma Wencai was short of breath and had tightness in his chest. At this moment, he was not as arrogant as before. But his eyes had turned into hatred, and Meng Xinghe had become a must-get rid of him.
The person who fell.
When the two of them looked at each other, they entered the side room where all the students were resting, and there was a very lively sound, as if there were many people walking towards the side room.
Amidst the noise of the crowd, one person who was listening flattered: "Don't worry, Sir, I have already arranged a wing for my nephew. In this year's provincial examination, if nothing goes wrong, the title of Jie Yuan will definitely belong to the Mada family."
Young Master takes it."
This flattery was really loud. Hearty laughter rang out from outside. In the meantime, there was a loud voice, praising: "Master Cui is very determined. If my Ma family's son Lang can win the top three in a row, he will be admitted to the imperial examination."
By then Master Cui's reputation will surely spread far and wide, and my Ma family will definitely treat Master Cui as an honored guest."
While he was talking, one person had already walked into the wing area first. Behind him was a group of officials in court uniforms, who showed great respect to the person who took the lead.
As soon as Ma Wen saw the person coming in, regardless of the severe pain in his body, he pushed away the servant beside him, staggered to the person and plopped down, knelt on the ground and said: "Nephew, please see your uncle!"
He spoke weakly, but the man hurriedly helped Ma Wencai up and said in a deep voice: "Wencai, what's wrong with you? I saw you fine in the morning, but why are you like this now?"
Ma Wencai did not say that it was Meng Xinghe who beat him. Instead, he took a few steps forward, raised his body and saluted, and bowed to the officials and Mrs. Cui from the county school behind his uncle's voice: "Marn Wencai, who was born late, pays homage to all the elders!"
This guy is very clever. He learned a lot from his father, the county magistrate, about saving face. After a while, he naturally gained a lot of goodwill. Not far ahead, there were Meng Xinghe and him who also looked like scholars.
Xiaowu, the servant next to him, naturally felt that he was not paying enough attention to etiquette.
Among the officials, two people walked out in a hurry. One was Mr. Cui from the county school, and the other was, of course, Ma Wencai's father, the county magistrate, Ma Shouyi.
Seeing that Ma Wencai's mouth was bloody and his face looked bad, Ma Shouyi loved his son so much that he asked eagerly: "Cai'er, what's going on? This is such a terrible thing?"
Ma Wencai didn't reply. It turned out that Master Cui was very aware of current affairs. When he saw Meng Xinghe appear in the room he arranged for Ma Wencai, he had already deduced one or two. It's just that now Ma Wencai's uncle who is the school manager is here.
At this point, Master Cui had no choice but to side with Ma Wencai to seek justice for him. He said with righteous indignation: "Meng Xinghe, you have repeatedly ruined the academic style of our county. Now you are openly beating up the county's academic talents. What crime should you be guilty of?"
Unexpectedly, the master from Tangtang County School was so formal in his official speech. After he said this, the truth of the matter was already clear. Marwen was the most innocent, and Meng Xinghe was the most bad guy.
Meng Xinghe did not explain himself. The other party was a group of imperial officials, and it was not up to them to say right or wrong. He simply chatted and laughed with the servant Xiao Wuzi beside him. "Xiao Wuzi, let me ask you! How many men are there in this world?
What? Or are there more women?"
Xiao Wuzi didn't understand what his young master meant. He scratched his scalp and said coquettishly: "There should be more women?"
Meng Xinghe laughed secretly. This young man could not usually tell that his emotions were very dull. He asked again: "Then tell me, among these women, are there more chicken girls? Or are there more eldest wives?"
"There are so many chicken girls!" Xiao Wuzi answered more clearly this time. Although he has not visited Chunxiang Tower like Master Meng, he has heard from other people that there are so many girls in Chunxiang Tower that you can count.
I can’t even count them. It’s no wonder that his young master would visit those places every night. Those big girls with big butts and big breasts are so tempting!
"Well, you are still honest!" Meng Xinghe glanced at Xiao Wuzi, but turned his attention to Master Cui, and asked shamelessly: "The student is confused, please advise me, are there more men in the world? Or are there more women?
?Are there more chicken girls? Or are there more eldest wives?"
"Nonsense! Ridiculous!" I thought that Master Cui had been teaching for many years and had always taught the way of Confucius and Mencius. Master Cui's face turned red when he suddenly mentioned these degrading things and could not hold back a word.
Who is Meng Xinghe? Don't forget what his predecessor did. It can be said that he is an artist who is addicted to prostitution and pursues enjoyment among flowers. He can ask questions no matter how difficult it is to explain.
Seeing that the Master did not give an answer, Meng Xinghe smiled heartily and said: "Actually, students can answer the question for the Master. Is there more men in the world? Or is there more women? Is there more chickens? Or is there more eldest wives? It's so difficult to just rely on a few.
Can people's nonsense be generalized? Confucius once said, What I see is not what I know. I have not seen, let alone what I know. Can everything be determined in one word, which is more or less? Exactly.
But if that’s the case, why do people need to know the laws of all things? Wouldn’t it be great to just do whatever you want!”
A few sentences, covering not only literature, philosophy, sociology, but also some knowledge of physics. Meng Xinghe's words are full of novelty. He doesn't need to explain too much. He is discerning.
As soon as people heard what they just said, they already knew that there must be a reason for it! Everyone present was deeply impressed by Meng Xinghe's ingenious explanation, and Ma Wencai and his son even felt resentful.
Of course, there was another person who secretly approved of Meng Xinghe's profound enlightenment. That was the old man in green robe who had been following him from the school, but was hiding in the dark.
Master Cui was speechless when he was rejected by Meng Xinghe. As a county school master, he was treated well and was a scholar. Now in front of many officials, he let the students lose his face. He didn't treat Meng Xinghe, and his old face was still hanging.
Can you live there?
He took a few steps forward and apologized to Ma Wencai's uncle, Ma Shouchen, who was in charge of academic affairs in the province: "I'm not good at teaching people, and I have produced such a slippery-tongued student. As a scholar, I am a leader."
Provincial academic officials, please be sure to discipline such naughty students on your behalf in this county." Master is also a human being, so he simply passed the greetings to Ma's head. Anyway, it is your Ma's family's business, so I will let you handle it properly.
The school administrator has full official power, and of course he will not tolerate a young man like Meng Xinghe. He shouted loudly: "Here comes someone! Take this tricky son into custody and wait for me to properly review the matter!"