Nowadays, people must operate the quality inspection, because without a machine, it is impossible to make a keyboard like in later generations, and first press the machine tens of millions of times. Han Yi just asked Xiaopang and the others to play with the prince's chair to see which part is the weakest. But then again, craftsmen nowadays are still very conscientious and pay attention to slow work and meticulous work.

You should know that craftsmen generally serve high-ranking officials and nobles. If the chair is not done well, if the master is thrown out, the consequences will be unimaginable. This has also developed a cautious attitude of craftsmen. There is no saying that they can cut corners. Generally, it is because the technology has not reached that level. The technology of this prince chair is plagiarized by Han Yi, and it is impossible to make a mistake in principle. Even so, the dozen craftsmen have studied it for a long time.

While Xiaopang used his fat body to destroy the prince's chair, Han Yi took Ono to Zhaoyi Academy and arranged for the autumn sports meeting. For him, this was actually a kind of exercise.

But he did not teach students directly, but taught the teacher first and asked the teacher to teach students. Every teacher must participate. In fact, many teachers' athletic ability is really not as good as these primary school students. In other words, some teachers jump like turtles, but they are not as far as those students jumping far, and they start to breathe after running two steps. Han Yi was speechless, but he had to endure it, because he did this, hoping that the teachers of Zhaoyi College would also exercise.

But at the same time, he also had the idea of ​​recruiting physical education teachers.

Nanjiao Zhaoyi College.

"Look—hey!"

"Wow! The dean is so awesome, he threw it away so far."

"Dean, I'll go and pick up the ball for you."

I saw Xiao Wuyi and a group of cute children standing in the open space in front of Zhaoyi Academy, training to throw softballs. The rule is very simple, just give you a small ball to see how far you can throw it.

Is it a big deal for teachers and students to have fun?

It is much happier than the other Zhaoyi Academy, like Zhaoyi Academy in the western suburbs. After a day, the teachers complained.

Originally, Han Yi was worried that Zhaoyi Academy in the southern suburbs would be unable to do anything to face this sports meet. After all, the teachers were all women, and he was planning to go on the battlefield himself, but he ignored that his wife was active by nature.

Xiao Wuyi supports this sports meeting so much. What is the fun of studying all day long? After listening to Han Yi's specific ideas, he immediately proclaimed himself as the head coach and asked Han Yi to teach her first, and then teach the other female teachers and students. After being the dean for so long, Xiao Wuyi was so excited once.

Not only that, the other female teachers are also very dedicated, more than those male teachers, because they really don’t want to lose, and both civil and military affairs are better than men.

Whether the teachers or students, they had a lot of fun. Some people were training to run, some were training to jump, jump high, and shoot archery. They were all sweating, but their enthusiasm remained unabated.

"call--!"

While gasping, Yang Feixue returned to the yard with an embroidered squid and wiped the sweat from her forehead with an embroidered squid. She was also active by nature and thought that the sports meet was too fun. She also played relay races with some students, but she seemed to be exerting too much force, and she ended up being exhausted and had to come back and rest.

When she returned to the office, she suddenly found Han Yi sitting inside. She remembered that Han Yi had been helping Xiao Wuyi teach them the correct posture, and said in surprise: "When did you come in?"

"Just come in for a while."

Han Yi poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Give it!"

"Thanks!"

Yang Feixue took it, regardless of anything, poured it into her mouth in one mouthful, and she was still unsatisfied.

Han Yi poured her another cup.

After Yang Feixue finished drinking, she looked at Han Yi shyly. Her beautiful melon-shaped face was already flushing, but now the blushing is deeper. Coupled with her pure and beautiful appearance, even if she drinks water so rudely, it is pleasing to the eye.

Han Yi smiled and poured her another cup.

Yang Feixue did not pour it into her mouth this time, but drank it slowly. Now she is still a lady, not as good as a broken can.

Han Yi saw it and said happily: "You are too, you're a little crazy. This exercise requires doing what you can."

Yang Feixue raised his lips slightly and said, "I can't blame me for this. If you didn't come up with so many interesting competitions, I wouldn't have played so crazy."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault!" Han Yi nodded with a smile. In fact, seeing Xiao Wuyi and Yang Feixue having such a happy time, his guilt in his heart was slightly relieved. After all, he really couldn't find time to accompany them recently.

Yang Feixue pursed her lips and smiled, holding the cup in her hands, and said with longing: "I really hope that the sports meet will come early, and it will definitely be very interesting at that time."

Han Yi smiled and said, "This is a must, and it will also be popular in Chang'an. Our Zhaoyi Academy will go from a college that is looked down upon to a college where everyone wants to study here."

Yang Feixue smiled sly: "After all, you are a businessman."

This is what Han Yi often said.

Han Yi was stunned and laughed.

Yang Feixue also covered her lips and giggled. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and said a little timidly: "Han Yi, did you say to you in the amusement park that day?"

"How dare I forget this?" Han Yi smiled and said, "What? Are you ready to get on my pirate ship?"

"Pooh!"

Yang Feixue gave him a light look and said, "No, nonsense." He turned his face and said, "You must have forgotten."

Han Yi frowned and said, "It's not this? Could it be that - are you talking about writing a story?"

Yang Feixue nodded shyly, "I wrote a short article. Can you help me see?"

“I’m very happy to serve!”

Han Yi's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly.

"You wait a moment!"

Yang Feixue went to her desk, looked through it for a while, and then took out a few pieces of paper, which showed that it was hidden very deeply. Although the man in white became famous in a book, she still felt that writing books was a very sacred thing and a thing done by a master, so she still dared not let people know that it was written by her, so she could not only not have the shame of Han Yi.

"Give!"

Han Yi took it over, and as soon as he saw the beginning, his brows couldn't help but frown.

After seeing this, Yang Feixue said timidly: "Is it a bad writing?"

Han Yi raised his head and said, "You can't say whether it's good or bad. You can only say that you haven't found the trick of fairy tales. Your story is written about children. Although fairy tales are for children, the protagonist of the story does not necessarily have children. There is no big connection between the two. Do you know what is the biggest characteristic of a child?"

Yang Feixue pondered slightly and said, "Innocence."

"What else?"

Yang Feixue shook her head.

"It's imagination!"

Han Yi said: "We adults, when we see geese flying south, we may think of winter, based on the facts we know, otherwise it would be nonsense. But children are different from us. They don't know what geese flying south. They may dream that they can fly freely in the air. Because they don't understand, they have endless imagination. This is the biggest characteristic of children. Therefore, fairy tales must be full of imagination. Animals can speak, people can fly, or who can turn stones into gold, etc., don't be bound by any reality or truth, and don't pursue rationality or not. Use your endless imagination to bring children a world full of fantasy. This is a fairy tale."

Yang Feixue gradually became thoughtful as she heard this.

Seeing that she seemed to have not fully understood it, Han Yi pondered slightly and said, "Have I told you the story of Cinderella?"

"Ah? Cinderella? What Cinderella?"

"I haven't heard of it."

Han Yi paused for a moment and then began to tell her the story of Cinderella.

Yang Feixue was fascinated by the fact that she liked this story. After Han Yi finished speaking for a while, she came to her senses and looked at her and said, "Is this what you think?"

Han Yi nodded.

Yang Feixue said a little discouraged: "Why can you come up with such an interesting story, and I--!"

Han Yi is so busy and casually speaking, she is so fascinating. She always thinks about it, but she is still far inferior to Han Yi. In her opinion, this is really a talent.

I really want to tell her that I was actually copying. Han Yi smiled and said, "You just didn't find the right way. If you can open this door, you will definitely be better than me. The story of White Life and Death Love tells is almost too different from that of Cinderella. They are all love stories between nobles and commoners, but White Life and Death Love is realistic. Adults have a lot of insights when they read it, but children don't understand these, so adding magic factors is simple and clear, and children can understand it at first glance, and they are full of imagination. Therefore, you must jump out of the adult thinking and enter the world of children."

Yang Feixue nodded slightly and said curiously: "But how did you come up with this Cinderella story?"

Here comes again, a lie must be supported by countless lies! Han Yi pretended to be shy and said: "Actually - actually this story was originally about the story of the princess who was a farmer."

Yang Feixue looked at Han Yi with a confused look on his face.

"Oh! Do you have to ask others to be so honest?" Han Yi said shyly.

Yang Feixue blinked and suddenly heard someone outside say, "It seems that you have not got what you want. You have only married the princess, but not the princess."

Han Yi immediately glanced at Yang Feixue and seemed to say, I was hurt by you.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wuyi walked in, with water droplets hanging on his beautiful face, obviously he had just washed his face.

"Are you very disappointed now?" Xiao Wuyi asked at Han Yi.

"Of course not!"

Han Yi smiled and said, "What a joke? My wife has the noble bloodline of the Three Emperors and One Queen. This is called dream come true. It shows that people still have to have dreams, otherwise what is the difference between them and salted fish."

Yang Feixue woke up and laughed, saying, "Is this a great dream?"

"Well!"

Xiao Wuyi said seriously: "That means that there is a follow-up to that story."

Is that right? Why don’t I know? Han Yi said in amazement: “How do you say this?”

Xiao Wuyi snorted softly: "You have more than one wife now. Since you say that your dream has come true, it can be seen that the story of the field house and the princess is about the story of the field house and a group of princesses."

Yang Feixue immediately blushed, and she gradually understood the meaning of the female devil.

Han Yi blushed when he heard this.

Xiao Wuyi suddenly said again and said, "I understand why you replaced the fields with Cinderella, just to cover up your true dream. Maybe this dream has not come true yet. I honestly tell you, how many princesses are in your story."

How long has this woman been listening to it outside? Han Yi was so stupid, dad! You are so dicky, your dad knows? He said, "That Queen's Policeman is fine."

Xiao Wuyi opened his eyes and said angrily: "Why? Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not!" Han Yi said excitedly: "Look at how bad your analysis is. If you become a royal policeman, you will not have any unjust cases."

"Then, what did I make a mistake in my analysis?"

"Please! This is a fairy tale for children to read, not Xiao Huangshu. Do I have the nerve to show it to children?"

"Wrong! You said just now, this is your dream, so it was not for children to see at first."

"This - OK, let's not talk about it for now. I was just a farmhouse at that time. If a princess could fall in love with me, the ancestral grave would be smoked. If there were a few princesses, that would not be a dream, it would be mentally retarded."

"Then isn't your ancestral grave catching fire now?"

"!"

Xiao Wuyi snorted: "This fact is in front of you, how can you argue?"

Han Yi sighed and said, "This is the distance between dreams and reality."

Xiao Wuyi said: "Feixue, it seems that you have broken Han Yi's dream."

Yang Feixue was stunned.
Chapter completed!