Compared with foreign literature, Lin Kun is still interested in the classical literature of the Celestial Dynasty, poetry, songs, and essays, especially his favorite poetry.

For example, when hoeing the wheat at noon, sweat drips into the soil. This poem not only describes the hard work of farmers in farming, but also the virtues of cherishing food and cherishing the fruits of labor, but also includes mathematics and human ethics.

Just when Su Xuewei was about to start the speech, Hu Lin came and was a little shy at the door. Su Xuewei glared at him and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

Hu Lin said embarrassedly: "I went to the bookstore at the door to compensate. Teacher, didn't you say that the confiscated book will not be returned after I graduate? But the rent for the book borrowed is deducted every day. If it is deducted for four years, I will go bankrupt, so I told it directly to compensate the whole book."

Su Xuewei's face suddenly turned red, and it was so red that it was clear. If no one else knew about it, it would be reasonable as a teacher to confiscate students' extracurricular reading materials and promise to return them after graduation.

But the third person knew about this, and it was a small book, and the third person was reading it himself when he found out, which was embarrassing.

Su Xuewei glanced at Lin Kun, but saw Lin Kun laughing as if she was so angry that she wanted to kill him with the blackboard wipe.

Su Xuewei waved her hand and asked Hu Lin to come in. She quickly changed the subject and started giving a lecture.

Hu Lin sat next to Lin Kun and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Lin Kun glanced at him and said, "Nonsense, I am a student, can I not come to class?"

"You?" Hu Lin didn't believe that he would come to class at all, and asked in a low voice: "Then tell me, what is the teacher talking about today?"

Lin Kun said: "Today, the teacher wants to use ancient poems and articles to let us view the ancient situation. I just talked about the poem "Hoing the wheat at noon and sweat drips under the soil at noon. Today's homework is to ask how many people did the hoe wheat have to do with?"

Hu Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled thief, raised a finger and said, "Of course there is only one, it's noon for the 'sun' to hoe!"

"Wrong!" Lin Kun said seriously: "In fact, it was three. At noon, sweat drips and drops into the soil."

"I'll go..." Hu Lin raised his middle finger.

At this time, Su Xuewei on the podium also found a suitable poem. The first thing she recited was Du Mu's "Passing Huaqing Palace". Looking back at Chang'an, the embroidery piles, and thousands of doors on the top of the mountain opened one after another. A concubine riding on the red dust laughed, no one knew it was lychees coming.

Su Xuewei then explained: "This is a piece of lychees that describe the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the majestic palaces. For the lychees that Yang Guifei loved, they were transported from thousands of miles away, showing the decay and luxury of the ruling class. At the same time, we can also learn from it that in the entire history, the Tang Dynasty was the most prosperous period, and there were the most treasures and the most valuable. In the future, we should pay more attention to the objects of the Tang Dynasty in archaeology..."

Lin Kun and Hu Lin looked at each other and could clearly see the cold sweat on each other's forehead. This would be fine? Unfortunately, no poems were passed down during the Primitive period, otherwise they would not have been made into archaeological textbooks.

Today, the so-called archaeology is actually equivalent to tomb robbery, because the palace left behind at that time was either destroyed in disrepair or in war. The slightly better preserved have been thoroughly studied and has become a tourist attraction open to the public. The only things that are truly valuable are those that have not seen the sun and are buried underground.

However, a certificate is called archaeology, and a certificate is called tomb robbery. You can dig it by staring at the banner of relevant departments. If not, you can be sentenced to the least, and beheaded at the worst. In fact, the final result is the same, either to overseas or into the black market. Most of the people can see it is worthless and scrambled iron.

Otherwise, where did so many collectors come from on the market, and how many rare treasures come from? The imperial TV station also broadcasts many TV programs of firm treasures, and there are endless rare treasures on it. Think about it, not long ago, farmers dug out a few pieces of wood, all of which belong to state-owned property, let alone these rare treasures with "archaeological" value.

Hu Lin, who was born in a tomb robber family, knows more about this than anyone else. Lin Kun is not interested in this thing. What he is more interested in is where he can dig out the divine sect.

Listening to Su Xuewei's explanation of ancient Chinese, Lin Kun watched her rosy lips open and close. Unfortunately, the boring course could not even arouse his fantasies and began to feel drowsy again.

I faintly heard Su Xuewei constantly changing topics until she could hear nothing in the end, only the call of Duke Zhou.

Suddenly, a crisp shout woke him up: "Lin Kun, please answer this question."

Lin Kun was shocked and looked up at Su Xuewei and the whole class watching him. The glasses like bottle bottoms were shining with dark glory. It turned out that these nerds also like to watch the fun.

Lin Kun stood up lazily. It seemed that Su Xuewei was still terrified, but she had only a few tricks to ask questions in class.

Lin Kun looked at her mutely because he had no idea what Su Xuewei said, let alone what the problem was.

Su Xuewei also expected that he didn't hear it, and repeated with a sneer: "The question is, what do you think of the charcoal seller that Bai Juyi did?"

"Carbon Selling Man?" Lin Kun whispered in a low voice. He might not understand other ancient texts, but the charcoal Selling Man asked to recite them all when he was a child. At that time, he was very attentive and wrote them 100 points. He was praised by his teachers and parents, so this article is still very impressive.

Cut firewood and burn charcoal in the southern mountains, with dusty and fireworks on the face, and dark hair on both temples.

It reflects the sadness of the workers at that time and the crime of shameless plunder by the rulers. But of course he would not obediently obediently obediently by Su Xuewei. He thought for a while and said: "I think this article in Charcoal Selling Man mainly advocates the concept of low-carbon and environmental protection, as well as the concerns of global climate warming. It also reflects the poor working environment of workers, incomplete labor protection equipment, and the workers are old, so it is recommended to early retirement age for workers."

Su Xuewei lowered her eyebrows and looked weak, staring at him with all her strength, and said seriously: "Lin Kun, I sincerely hope that one day you can attend the National Association of Good and Evil, put forward your views, and plead for the people."

Lin Kun smiled slightly and dismissed and continued: "This poem also tells us that these archaeologists should try to avoid going to the mountains in the future. Usually, they are places where wood is cut and charcoal are burned, and there will be no valuable things."

"Sit down quickly!" Su Xuewei said angrily and said seriously: "Lin Kun, in the future, I will never ask you any questions in my class."

Su Xuewei glared at him fiercely and continued to give lectures. In fact, if you listen carefully, the ancient verses that Su Xuewei jumped out of deliberately represent the prosperity and decline of a period. She has some general understanding of the environment at that time, and she doesn't miss the rigid and boring history textbooks. This shows that Xiao Niu still has certain teaching skills.

There are also many humorous and funny features. In addition, the poems that describe brothels at that time were listed, which also had connotations, so that the students below could listen with relish. In short, except for Lin Kun, others, even Hu Lin, have become good students who listen carefully.

After class, when school was over, the students were all gone, Lin Kun was still asleep on the table, and Su Xuewei didn't leave. When the classroom door was closed, the only two of them were left. It looked like the young couple who didn't go home after school and had a tryst in the classroom. The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Of course, the fact is that Lin Kun was kept by the teacher.

Su Xuewei slapped the table hard, and Lin Kun, who was sleeping, almost jumped up. When he saw Su Xuewei's angry face, Lin Kun was even a little used to it. He shouted to her all day today, and he was used to it. However, it is undeniable that this woman is so beautiful. Although she deliberately dressed herself up to mature, she still couldn't hide her youthful atmosphere. Her face, big eyes flashed, and her red lips moistened, making people always have the urge to kiss her.

Of course, her figure had already bid farewell to the youthful, towering and plump top of the girl, and she was about to emerge, looking like she was about to explode.

Facing Lin Kun's hot gaze, Su Xuewei panicked again. Although she kept reminding herself that she was a teacher and she could not be afraid of students, the times are different now. Whether in elementary school, junior high school, high school, or even college, teachers are more like kindergarten teachers, as if they are coaxing children.

If it is elementary school, junior high school or high school, the teacher can set up a private classroom secretly to earn some extra money for students to make up lessons, but if you want to make up lessons in college, let alone make up lessons, students in the regular classes will skip classes.

Su Xuewei suddenly felt a little sad. Although the classroom response was good just now, Lin Kun, a thorny student, seriously damaged her confidence.

Seeing Lin Kun, Su Xuewei mustered up her courage, put her hips on her chest and said, "Lin Kun, I think it is necessary for us to have a good talk."

"Okay." Lin Kun suddenly became like a good baby, his eyes as clear as water, and he nodded seriously.

Su Xuewei was still a little uncomfortable, and she asked Lin Kun: "I just want to know, are you doing this in all classes, or are you simply not wanting to take my class?"

Lin Kun said with a grievance: "Teacher, I really want to attend class. I am a student, and I am here to learn cultural knowledge."

"Is that true?" Su Xuewei asked with a strange expression.

"Of course it's true." Lin Kun said helplessly: "But I am born with mild mental disorders. I often feel depressed, lose interest, unable to concentrate, and easily distracted by some small things."

"Really?" Su Xuewei was skeptical. She thought about it herself. Lin Kun's symptoms were indeed very similar. She would sleep boredly for a few minutes every time. Su Xuewei was a top student. She calmly analyzed: "Mental diseases are terrible. You can't take them lightly because of slightest. It can easily develop and deteriorate. You must pay attention in daily life. The most important thing is to cultivate your own interests and hobbies, so that you can concentrate and not think randomly."

Lin Kun nodded seriously and said, "Teacher, you are right, but it's hard for me not to think about it in your class."
Chapter completed!