Wang Xintai caught the composition of a son by himself, and the content was not convenient to be discussed in person. Fang Bingsheng subconsciously said: "I'm making it Fang Bowen's composition."

"Your young master." Wang Xintai's face immediately calmed down. Not to mention tearing his son's composition, it would be fine if he beat him up in class. Then the fat man laughed and walked over and clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang is a distinguished guest. I guess he is here to inspect the academy tonight. Everyone in Shiligou knows that you are a master of Chinese and Western culture. You can see that you have a good academic knowledge of Chinese. Can you tell me?"

His idea was quite simple: Fang Bingsheng was talented, and Fang Bingsheng tear his son's composition was definitely not satisfied; dissatisfaction means that this person has a better routine in his heart, so why not say it out loud. After all, Wang Xintai is teaching the Chinese language lesson, because this is something that does not require Western learning literacy, and Confucianism can also talk about it.

"The study of Chinese language? The set of 'The night gave me black eyes'?" Fang Bingsheng was stunned and thought to himself, and then thought: I have to think about making up today's matter, otherwise Wang Xintai would definitely ask Fang Bowen what he wrote, and this little guy should not cause trouble for himself.

Thinking of this, Fang Bingsheng smiled, first clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xintai, then turned around and shouted to the students: "Gentlemen, I have also studied the imperial examination and national literature, but I have poor knowledge. Let me talk about it here, just throwing bricks and attracting jade. Please forgive me:

First of all, topics like "The One I Respect the Most" and "Things That Memorable" are very common composition topics in the imperial examination and national language. They seem simple, but there is a trap;

This trap is that adults who are marking papers may have to read hundreds of the same articles a day. If you don’t feel new, adults won’t be able to see them. Therefore, they must have novel subjects and start from small things. For example, don’t write about pastors who respect you the most, your parents, and your brothers. This is all cliché. Adults will read them. You can write about the old nurses in the school, who have no ability in their entire lives. But there is a highlight: for example, they are very pious; you see that they are so old, poor and so miserable, but they are happy and safe every day. This is the contrast, and they catch the attention of adults all at once. And what you respect the most is not inferior people, but Jesus.

This is called seeing the big one from the small.

But this writing method is suitable for young gentlemen. Because you have never worked and have just graduated from high school. You don’t have enough knowledge; but who should you write for someone like me?

I want to write about the most respect for Jesus!

Jesus is God, isn’t it the same? No. You have to write about all kinds of people around you: teachers, colleagues, commanders, and subordinates all see the shadow of Jesus. Jesus is with the people around you, and naturally with you, and with our dynasty and era. So what you actually respect the most is the emperor, empire and era.

This is called seeing the small from the big.

Why do I tear up the articles of the dog? Because they are all clichés, and they don’t see the big from the small, nor from the big from the big. Although they respect and admire all teachers and admire all teachers very well, you can’t use clichés to pile up. His articles replaced the protagonist with any elder, elder, pastor, or teacher, so I tore them and wasted pencils and paper.”

This article was actually seen by Fang Bingsheng from a test paper. After all, he has always wanted to get an official and has been studying Chinese exams. Later, he exposed Fang Bowen's praise of Tan Tongen, which made people think that his son was actually writing irrelevantly.

After he finished speaking, the whole class was silent. Fang Bingsheng was a little embarrassed. He shut up, waved his hand, and said with a forced smile: "I'm talking nonsense, I won't talk anymore, haha, I'm actually here to ask my son to come home for dinner..."

Before he finished speaking, applause rang out like thunder. Everyone was shocked by this high opinion: After all, Feihuang Academy was just starting out, and there was no such sharpness as the old cram school for research in various subjects. Fang Bingsheng's book was brought directly from Tingtao Academy by his friend, and it was not a product sold.

Xiaobai jumped off the podium, and the other party bowed and shouted excitedly: "I wish I could listen to the teacher's argument early, otherwise I wouldn't have been hindered because of Chinese language last year."

Wang Xintai slapped his thick hands and gave him a thumbs up and said repeatedly: "I am a talented man from Western learning! It's so amazing!"

"Master, please guide your Chinese literature after you go home." Zhou Tianen also walked up and shouted, his eyes full of admiration.

Fang Bingsheng glanced at his son: The other party did not applaud, but instead leaned on the table and wiped his tears. His article was torn by his father in front of his classmates. How could he not cry?

"I know how to cry! I'm stupid and stupid, I'm just embarrassing me outside!" Fang Bingsheng cursed fiercely, but his face smiled like a flower, and he bowed to everyone.

At this time, a boy wearing a mouse gray coat also squeezed over and wanted to shake hands with Fang Bingsheng when he came up.

I have never seen this young man. He had a fashionable parting, dressed in a good dress, glasses, and shiny leather shoes. This guy was not from Shiligou at all, but he looked very elegant when he looked at him. Fang Bingsheng hesitated for a moment and shook hands with him.

"Is this gentleman specializing in teaching Chinese language?" the young man asked.

"No, I'm working in the water and fire store," Fang Bingsheng asked in a vague way, "What do you call it?"

"He is Hu Tian, ​​my classmate, graduated from Huiwen Academy, and I will also be in the imperial examination this year." Li Mingjian, a little fat man, said with a smile.

"Huiwen! A good school!" Fang Bingsheng immediately felt respect. The college was a beauty-oriented society, no less than that of Pede, but he immediately turned around and took the initiative to hold the little fat man's hand.

This guy was able to make a Huiwen graduate accomplice and began to make Fang Bingsheng feel awe. He was just now blinded by the anger of bad class order. Now he began to transform Li Mingjian from a mischievous positioning to a noble person: "What do you call this gentleman?"

Fang Bingsheng changed his name to the little fat man into a sincere gentleman, but Li Mingjian took a step back and asked back with some fear: "Don't you remember me?"

"I remember you? Have we seen it?" Fang Bingsheng's hand was stiff and he was very confused.

"Ha, the nobles forget about it. Mr. Fang." Li Mingjian curled his lips hostilely and said, "Hu Tian, ​​it's time to go home for dinner, let's go." After that, he actually left on his own.

In front of the wooden building, Fang Bingsheng and Fang Bowen stood side by side at the door, and waved goodbye to the Zhou brothers with a smile.

"Young Master, I'll tell you to run tomorrow morning." Zhou Tianen shouted.

"Okay, wait for you!" Fang Bowen replied.

"Haha, this kid! Don't let Tianen call him the young master again, I can't remember it." Fang Bingsheng touched his son's head lovingly and smiled.

But as soon as the two of them got into the door, Fang Bowen shouted: "It smells so good! What to eat?" He was still smiling on his face and had not taken off his schoolbag. Fang Bingsheng kicked his son hard into the leg from behind.

Fang Bowen exclaimed, then fell to his knees on the ground. Fang Bingsheng slapped his face twice, and then kicked him several times.

Fang Bowen, who was beaten, lay on the ground and half covered his head. He looked up at his father, his eyes full of tears were full of confusion.

"Things that are not good! Let you read comic strips! Let you write such bad articles!" Fang Bingsheng gritted his teeth and cursed, and slapped them in the face two more times, because he was afraid that the neighbors would hear them, so he deliberately lowered his scolding, making the insults in the dark hissing like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.

"What's wrong?" My wife, who was cleaning the dining table, walked over in surprise and asked.

Fang Bingsheng roared to his son: "Kneel down!"

He turned around to have dinner, and stopped halfway through, turned his head and pointed at his son and whispered: "You are so fucking called Young Master? Do you have a terrible official position? Do you have a carriage in the manor? Shameless! Shameless!"

There was a deliberate suppression sob sound in the dark shadow of the oil lamp. It was Fang Bowen who was kneeling and crying, but he didn't dare to cry too loudly, because he cried loudly that he had been repaired countless times in the mansion.

If I beat you and insult you, you can't cry yet; even if you cry, you can't annoy me, and you can't be too embarrassed to others. - This has always been Fang Bingsheng's attitude towards his son.

"What's wrong with Tianen?" My wife still didn't understand what was wrong.

Fang Bingsheng sat on the bed, picked up his wife and poured it all over, and said, "It's nothing, I'm upset."

Because my father was upset, Fang Bowen was beaten up and knelt on the floor for two hours.

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While Fang Bowen was kneeling and sobbing in the dark, the carriage of Qiufeng Church stopped at the door. Wang Xintai, Wang Yan and his father walked outward. Wang Xintai nodded frequently and laughed.

"Well done, let the person surnamed Tan and I go against each other!" Wang Xintai said gritting his teeth.

"Cousin, is this okay? Will lay people gossip about it?" Wang Yan was a little worried, and kept stroking her hair back, and she could see that she was very nervous.

"What do you care about lay people? Your brother stomped his feet here, and Shiligou was shocked three times!" An old man with a face like a shriveled date cried from behind, because his front teeth were falling off and his air leaked, making him hissing every word he said. He was Wang Xintai's father, but compared with his obese son, his hard work in his early years made him extremely thin and weak.

Wang Xintai did not agree with his father's statement. He thought for a while and said to Wang Yan: "You have been looking for Zhou Lizai to listen to the sermons recently, and often gangsters in the church. In this way, it can be said that Lizai is our loyal believer, and he can't stand the heretics surnamed Tan who are mixed in with the flock of sheep and robbed sheep. In this way, we should avoid the saying that we buy gangsters and beat people."

As he said that, he raised his legs and got on the carriage and said, "I'll go to the newspaper to find friends and spend money to buy a soft article to scold Tan Tong'en. Anyway, Shiligou is all poor people, and the newspapers have published it, so this matter is decided. Who cares what the Tan is talking about and what is going on."
Chapter completed!