Ying Si was also helpless.

He could not even tell clearly whether the person sitting in the hall was a group of children or a group of hooligans! What was the question he asked?

Have you understood such a profound meaning in the poem "Praise the Farmer"? I am ashamed of myself.

Yang Yongxin behind him sneered.

King, do you have today?

Now you know how powerful naughty children are. It’s not that we, the gentlemen, don’t teach hard, it’s because the children are simply too difficult to manage! “Ahem, I won’t answer this question, but I want to tell you that I will teach again tomorrow. Everyone should not only know how to recite, but also try to write the poem “Praise the Farmer” in dictation. Do you understand?”

The naughty children all had arrogant expressions on their faces, thinking to themselves who do you think you are, and if we ask us to carry it, we must carry it?

Ying Si glanced at them, as if he had expected such a result, and slowly said, "Why not, I will tell you a story in the next time."

As soon as these words were said, the children sat down honestly, as if they had a different look on their faces.

They love listening to stories! But from childhood to adulthood, they have mostly heard heroic deeds on the battlefield. They have heard stories about the "Shang Yang Reform" dozens of times.

Although I don’t know if the king will tell something new, I still raised enough gimmicks.

This is one of Ying Si's teaching skills - hidden suspense! Before the lecture was officially started, it has successfully attracted the interest of the children and aroused their turbulent curiosity.

Sitting in the front, the fat boy who was not afraid of death once again acted as a gunman, curled his lips disdainfully and said, "King, like the 'Shang Jun reform', 'Sun Bin broke his legs', and 'Confucius traveled around the countries', we are already tired of hearing it."

Although this guy is a bit abominable, he is also very cute.

But you don’t need to say these things, and I don’t know how to tell them. What’s the point of a story without a little bit of gods and demons?

"The story I want to tell today is called "Zhu Xian". The origin of the story starts with the tragedy in Caomiao Village." Ying Si opened the system, and the entire content of "Zhu Xian" was presented in front of him, and he began to recite it.

"The heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs! There were no gods in this world, but since ancient times, humans have seen all kinds of strange things around the world." Ying Si read a few lines and saw that the children in the hall had their eyes straightened, staring at Ying Si intently.

In this way, the sound is not very good, but it is like a wonderful note, constantly attracting the attention of children.

Ying Si talked about the tragedy in Caomiao Village, Zhang Xiaofan’s worship in Qingyun, and about learning immortal arts with Tian Buyi! In this era of the Warring States Period, a new world about cultivating immortals was unfolded, and the children were fascinated by the hearing. They opened their mouths wide and their eyes were filled with incredible light.

The story is simply so attractive! This is a world that children have never come into contact with. There are immortal techniques here, and people here can fly around the clouds.

When they heard that the fire stick that Zhang Xiaofan found in the back mountain had magical effects, their eyes showed a strong sense of spirit.

But, at the critical moment, Ying Si suddenly came to an abrupt end! "That's all about this today, I won't talk about it."

The children were so excited that they heard it, but at the most critical moment, Ying Si suddenly stopped, and the children naturally didn't want to.

"King, this story is so nice, why don't you tell it?"

"Yes, right, we still have to listen, we still have to listen!"

"What happened to Zhang Xiaofan later?

Have you got rid of the bad reputation of "scrap" and achieved the purpose of counterattack?"

The sound of questions is endless.

Ying Si seemed to have not heard it, and wrote "Praise the Farmer" on rice paper with Artemisia annua, and then slowly said: "I will check tomorrow. If someone doesn't know how to memorize this poem, I won't tell the following story."

Although threats are not a solution, they are useful! The children are completely immersed in the world of "Zhu Xian". It is even more uncomfortable to not let them listen to the next story.

So, all they have to do is recite "Praise the Farmer" crazily.

Ying Si walked out of the school quietly, but there were echoes in the classroom.

"At noon, sweat drips into the soil."

"The soil under the grass, the soil under the grass, this soil under the grass is too difficult!"

"Dog, if you don't recite poetry, why are you thinking about? Let me tell you, if you drag us down and the king doesn't tell the following story, I will not let you go."

Many teachers in the Imperial College were unavoidably happy to hear that the children had such a response.

In their classes, children are usually listless, but as soon as the king arrives, the situation immediately changes.

In order to listen to stories, the children are working tirelessly to learn.

Walking into the yard of the Imperial College and looking at the colorful flowers, Ying Si started chatting with the gentlemen of the Imperial College.

"The king really has a way. If I teach them a poem on weekdays, they have to recite it for at least a few days, but it seems that one day is enough depending on the king's efficiency."

Ying Si accepted this flattery calmly. He stared at the group of gentlemen in the academy and said, "Everything must be focused on methods, and methods are the way to win!"

"It's the same as governing the country, and it's the same to teach children the truth. If the method is right, the efficiency will be higher."

"What I don't like most about talking about is spiritual chicken soup, but today I am extremely disappointed when I come to the Imperial College."

"Because I have not seen good results, the children have not received good education, and you have not received good results."

"Then, do you need to reflect on which link is the problem?"

"I will come tomorrow. I can guarantee that when tomorrow, none of these children will not be able to recite "Praise the Farmer"."

"Similarly, everyone here must compile a detailed teaching plan for me."

The gentlemen in the school lowered their heads and dared not refute.

Ying Si walked out of the Imperial College door and suddenly turned his head and said, "I will notify the Shangshu Desk to continue to increase the cost of the Imperial College. The education of children is the primary priority. Even if I pick my teeth, I will not treat you badly. From now on, the salary of the school teacher will double. But if I let me know that you don’t work hard in teaching, don’t blame me for being cruel!"

After saying that, Ying Si stopped talking nonsense, stepped onto the carriage, and returned to the new palace.

Today he has given vaccinations to the gentlemen of the Imperial College. As a king of a country, it is impossible for him to stay in the Imperial College forever.

After all, the important task of teaching and educating people is still in the hands of these gentlemen.
Chapter completed!