There is a thatched cottage near Wuhou Temple, not Du Fu's but Mr. Fu's. .

When Gao Fangping entered the yard, some little book boys were diving into the big jar.

Old Fu Cliff was pretending, and let the great devil wait in the yard for an hour. Then Xiao Shutong came and bowed respectfully, "Sir, wake up from a nap, and then tidy up his clothes and come out to greet Mingfu."

When Gao Fangping walked inside, the boy said again: "I am not polite. The gentleman said that the untidy clothes would offend the Ming Mansion. He wants to invite you in in person."

Damn, is this saying that I, the Great Devil, is ignorant? Gao Fangping was thinking hatefully: Should I give this kid a candy, or give it to the back of his head?

After a while, Old Man Fu came out and bowed ninety degrees. Gao Fangping looked at him. His gestures, including the position of his thumb, were all particular, such as measuring them with a ruler.

However, since soldiers also need to use the help of walls to shape their postures and stand, the great devil cannot find his fault. Can he only use a benchmark to measure his back and not use a ruler to measure his gestures?

"Mr. Fu, you need to be polite." Gao Fangping smiled.

The old Fu said, "What's the purpose of Mingfu coming here?"

"I've benefited a lot." Gao Fangping said casually.

Xiao Shutong squirted out a mouthful of water. Old Fu was also embarrassed. He didn't know who taught this grammar?

"Actually, when I come to invite Mr. Yi Fu this time, I will definitely say that I have benefited a lot when I leave, which is a ritual. So I pay attention to efficiency and announced the answer in advance." Gao Fangping argued.

"..." The old Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Please come in Mingfu, Xiaoshuang, and give flower tea."

After entering, I drank flower tea, started with the tradition of people's livelihood in Shu, and finally talked about academics. Lao Fu talked about a novel about the Analects of Confucius with a unique flavor, but Gao Fangping was not clear about it.

Finally, Gao Fangping was anxious and slapped the table and asked, "Mr. Fu, don't play the puzzle. You might as well tell me directly whether I will write an article to scold me for dragging me back. It's okay, but at least I declare war in advance. This is a ritual. Then I will ask a group of pens to come to Sichuan to fight you."

Old Fu smiled slightly, then raised his hand to signal to drink tea.

After Gao Fangping took a sip, he shook his head and said, "Since ancient times, we have to say a legitimate name. The Ming Mansion is also a rare talent in China, and there are naturally shortcomings in academic research. However, the saying "Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon" explains many facts. Scholars have the need to study abroad, and those in power also have the need to experience it. When the Ming Mansion was young, he was ordered to become an official in a famous manner. It is natural to do practical things with qualifications. He fought tens of thousands of miles south and north of the Song Dynasty, and was arrogant and stupid, and he also brought a lot of hatred. You shouted all day long, everyone knew what you were selling. But he must have problems with any melon, so your problems were always magnified and exaggerated. I knew this early in the morning."

This is definitely the strangest great scholar Gao Fangping has ever seen. Gao Fangping was also a little confused. Could it be that I have woken up and the halo has begun to affect people?

"As a real and fearless person, of course, when I sell melons, I have to shout out the characteristics of melons. This is actually a bounty to carry the wood, so that everyone knows that I am a child and a fairy-good person." Gao Fangping said.

Mr. Fu shook his hand with a headache and said, "I am old and don't want to accept these things. Mingfu should not use Wang Anshi's trick to tell me."

"Oh." Gao Fangping touched his chin like a big official.

Mr. Fu said: "The 'self-criticism' theory will not be evaluated for the time being. No matter how it is, the Mingfu has become a master, and has its own logic and ethics. No matter how overestimated my ability, I do not want to speak eloquently with the young talents of the world in this confused old age."

Gao Fangping bowed slightly.

Mr. Fu looked out the window again, and shouted with verbal skills like a cricket, laughing: "There was this cry everywhere a while ago, and I was upset when I heard it. I dreamed that they came to cause trouble for me at night. The cricket said, "If we don't let us shout, what's the difference between you, Mr. Fu and Wang Anshi? I was speechless."

Gao Fangping Waterfall Khan: "Are you still dissatisfied with my sentence on Hu City?"

After Mr. Fu nodded slightly, he said: "But I have also seen that many giant families in Sichuan have joined forces to monopolize business affairs. Chengdu is not really economical, but this fruit was taken by others. After the Ming Mansion entered Sichuan, he changed a lot and killed Gao Changsheng, who was unpretentious and lawless. Many families lurked in a low-key manner. Maybe you are suspected of being sentenced too much, but after sacrificing your personal affair, it is the so-called "the way to the public". So I was wondering: What was Jiangzhou in the past? Will Mr. Hu have similar situations to Gao Changsheng? Maybe. Alas..."

Gao Fangping disliked others sighing the most, so he showed his face.

Mr. Fu smiled and said, "Actually, I usually tell Xiaoshuang not to sigh. However, it is easy to blame others, but it is difficult to criticize yourself. I always make mistakes inadvertently. Now I am old and can't correct it even if I know it is inappropriate. In this state of mind, the Ming Mansion's argument of "watching the winter snow without sighing and self-judgment" sounds particularly pleasant."

Gao Fangping secretly found it funny. It seemed that I was really a master, and I began to defeat others without fighting in academics.

"Haha, I won't say that anymore." The old Fu looked at Gao Fangping and said, "This time, Mingfu came to the house with sincerity, and I really have the intention to ask for advice. I can feel this point. Unfortunately, I don't dare to show off my skills now and can't teach you. The world has changed. Wang Anshi has not done it, but you did it."

"Okay, otherwise you will be circulating with the scriptures and I won't understand it. If you want to hit someone impulse, that's really bad." Gao Fangping said.

After this sentence came out, the little book boy who was adding water to the great devil took off all the teapots.

Of course, it was no surprise that Xiaoshuang's palms rang out. Although he did not call for help in a heart-wrenching manner, he cried. While the old master hit him, he muttered the words "How dare you bully others like this?"

Gao Fangping thought Xiaoshuang was really a flesh shield. If I were to blame, I would have been rebellious.

After training Xiaoshuang, Mr. Fu laughed like an old naughty boy and said, "My Shu Middle School lost without any worries. The Ming Dynasty was tough and soft, and he deliberately pretended to be grassroots nonsense, but he was stable. However, my little disciple was confused and learned endlessly."

Seeing that it was dusk, Mr. Fu said, "There is no good wine here, but if Mingfu stays in the Caotang for dinner, some special dishes can still be prepared."

Gao Fangping thought of the poor and the rich: The little local chicken in my house has been chopped into spicy chicken, and it will be gone if it doesn’t go back.

Gong sent it outside the door. Before leaving, the old Fu said curiously: "Ask Ming Mansion."

Gao Fangping said: "Don't you think I can really teach you, do you?"

Lao Fu didn't want to admit it, but he awkwardly agreed, "The secret that others regard as treasures. One of your characteristics is that you like to lift the trumpet and expose it in public. This is not bad. Lao I also have the habit of planting myself. Are the cultivation knowledge you mentioned true about the land and planting knowledge you mentioned?"

"In fact, my theory has been refuted by facts more than once. Mr. He Shihan, a Bianjing, likes to do this the most, so I can only say that I am sincere. My knowledge makes me feel that I just say that. But there are many objective conditions, variables and special cases at any time, and things I haven't discovered need everyone to practice and try. Mr. Fu has both time and likes to be serious. You might as well try it with the mind of competition. I also hope that you can use the evidence to say that I am wrong. That is called free research and development."

After saying that, Gao Fangping left.

Old Fu looked at Xiao Shutong with malicious intentions and said, "Xiaoshuang, let's plant more than one plant from tomorrow. Don't use well water. There is a saying that it is clear water and not raise fish, so the logic of the Great Demon King's muddy water is established. Go and get some river water to take care of our land."

"The river water must be picked far away." Xiaoshuang said weakly.

Then he was slapped on the back of his head: "Why do you have so much strength left? You will have it again after you use it."

"Actually, I am studying whether it will be more time-for-all to mobilize my seniors to dig a channel around our yard?" Xiaoshuang said.

"Oh." Mr. Fu nodded with his beard in a confused manner, feeling that it made sense...

Luck is also a kind of strength, and the great devil has always been very lucky.

This time, Mr. Fu, the master of the Shu Middle School, supported Xiao Gao. No wonder, since he entered Sichuan, he has been working vigorously for so long, and few pens chased Gao Fangping and scolded him.

Perhaps it was because Gao Fangping was kind this time and did not over-clear the inherent Sichuan bureaucrats and forces, so everyone was not very angry when they had a way out.

Of course, there is a small handful at any time.

There are some guys who like to sing and dance like Li Bai, let go of wine and loudly, and have to have fun in life.

Yesterday, a scholar drank high and fell into the river and drowned. People said that the guy was drinking and reciting poems while drinking and chanting, lamenting that the beauty in the river was destruction because when the great devil came, it was a big construction site. In previous years, boating in the river, drinking wine in the boat, chanting poems and essays, how interesting it was. But now in the winter, the shore was full of mud legs that brought lunch boxes to grab the construction period, destroying the environment.

In the end, the scholar burst into tears and fell into the river without standing firmly.

It’s not that they drowned but that they are cold, but that they are cold after being rescued.

When he was in Daming Mansion, the Great Demon King criticized this small group, but sometimes he needed them. Therefore, Gao Fangping suppressed these people but allowed them to exist...
Chapter completed!