Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

After a night of heavy rain, the morning air was intoxicating.

Shen An was yawning and running, still holding a wooden sword in his hand.

"brother!"

Guoguo's delicate voice was the best refresher. Shen An squatted down and Guoguo flew into his arms.

She leaned back a little later, frowned at her brother's eyes, and then stretched out her hand to take a peek at the corner of his eyes.

"Brother has shit!"

"Also, my hair is standing!"

Guoguo reached out to press his brother's hair, but it was useless.

Well, Shen An, who only slept for two hours last night, felt relieved.

Then he started ‘destroying demons’ at the begging of his sister.

The left hand draws a sword tactic first, and the right hand clings to the peach wood sword. Shen An stares sharply at the front and sighs, "Where is the evil spirit, but it's not fast!"

Guoguo shouted happily on the side: "Brother will catch ghosts!"

A group of people were watching, Shen An said: "Well, I'm coaxing, slowly coaxing ... disease!"

"Wow! Brother is so good!"

...

The Shen family was happily laughing, but the Wang family was bleak.

Wang Anshi is sick.

He was lying on the bed, his breath was short and his face flushed.

Lang Zhong got up and said: "Lang Jun this is a disease after the rain, it is necessary to sweat and remove the cold and damp. Some medicine is prescribed here, and your family has tormented him to drink.

Wu's response, and then let people go out with Langzhong.

Wang Anshi sighed and said, "This is just a trivial matter."

Wu Shishi said: "Is it all hot or a trivial matter? Also, why is this hair up?"

Wang Anshi wanted to say that he was numbed by lightning, but he felt that his wife would not believe it.

"It was pulled."

"What did you pull?"

Women always show the talent of detectives inadvertently.

Wang Anshi looked at the void silently.

"It's thunderbolt."

He finally chose to confess.

"Thunderbolt?"

Wu looked at his cousin and husband, and there was more melancholy in his eyebrows.

Cousin started to lie.

Wang Anshi and his wife have very deep feelings and they know each other well, so at a glance, they know that Wu's family is angry.

This is really thunderbolt!

He felt he was wronged, and then suddenly remembered the conversation with his son last night.

Does that son also feel wronged?

"Let Yuanze come."

Wang Jiao then came, greeting his father's condition first, and then stood obediently, ready to serve at any time.

This is the rule at this time.

The elders are sick, you have to keep watch.

Wang Anshi said quietly: "Last night I went to Shen's house for my father ... I saw thunder ..."

Suddenly, Wang Xu suddenly asked with joy: "Dad, did the thunderbolt come down? Hey! Brother Anbe originally told me to watch it last night, but ...

It's just that someone who was slapped by his own dad went faceless.

Wang Anshi smiled bitterly: "See you."

Wang Jiao was very happy and asked, "Dad, Anbei said it's blue, is it right?"

Wang Anshi nodded, remembering that he said yesterday that as long as he could see the lightning, he would let him learn miscellaneous things ...

The old man's heart is very chaotic!

"Dad, Brother Anbei said that he could not stand under a tree or stand in an empty place when it thundered ..."

His voice gradually fell deeper ...

He is not prepared to give up his ideals, but he is not prepared to challenge his father.

In his bedroom, a baggage was quietly placed on the bed.

"Dad, you are born and raised."

Wang Xu got up, then glanced at his parents and hurriedly bowed his head.

He was afraid he would cry.

I'm gone, you take care.

Wait for the children to return to school, and then come to ask for sin again.

He walked out of the door slowly, then took a deep breath, pressing down the sadness in his heart.

The youth is bloody, even if there is any sorrow, it will soon be abandoned.

"Yuanze."

"Daddy."

Wang Xu turned around and glanced at his parents again.

Wang Anshi pressed his hair. Under Wu's "gentle" gaze, he said with a straight face: "You ... don't leave poetry articles."

Wang Xu looked at his father in disbelief: "Dad ... you ... do you agree?"

Wang Anshi turned his gaze and refused to speak again.

This is the dignity of his father.

Wu's smile came over, gave Wang Jiao a wink, and then said: "Remember not to lose the poems, otherwise you will break your legs."

Wang Jiao rejoiced: "Okay."

This was a struggle. He actually won in this struggle, and the joy almost went straight to the sky.

Shen An said that there has never been a victory for nothing, so he remembered the thunder and lightning last night.

Brother Anbe, you are really omnipotent!

...

Shen An knew that Wang Jiao had no good results in history, and Wang Anshi also had no good results.

Now Wang Jiao has turned to miscellaneous studies, and Wang Anshi's Wan Yanshu is inexplicably missing.

The world is gradually changing, he does not know whether it is good or bad.

But when he looked at the students below, he felt that the world would eventually get better and better.

"... the generation of lightning ..."

Neither Guo Qian nor Chen Ben liked to attend Shen An's class. The two of them were reading while Guo Zijian was in class.

The book is very nice. In the poor era with few entertainment projects, www.wuxiaspot.com is the best pastime.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and Guo Qian sat quietly, holding a book in his hand.

There was a sudden dark in the house, this is someone passing by.

Guo Qian put the book down and asked, "Who?"

No one answered.

He frowned and opened the door, the probe went out, and then he saw several men.

"Who are you looking for?"

Guo Zijian needs to be quiet during classes, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

What are these people doing?

Where is the door?

Guo Qian was angry.

Chen Ben on the side also smelled it, and he was equally irritated.

"stop!"

His temper was worse, and he immediately caught up.

The men walked around with one person, and one turned around when they heard the sound.

"Stop! Sign up!"

The turned man is tall and has sharp eyes.

The man in front also stopped, he turned slowly and smiled slightly.

"Officials ..."

The person coming is Zhao Zhen.

"Let him come."

Zhao Zhen was very kind, but Guo Qian's excited speech was unfavorable.

Chen Ben was also trembling.

The Guozijian has fallen so far, not to mention the official family, not even Jaesuke.

Today, the sun came out from the west!

"I heard that Guozijian is very lively, so let's take a look."

Guo Qian said excitedly: "Yes! Guozijian is now similar to the temple fair, very lively!"

Chen Ben's cheeks were twitching, and he wanted to remind Guo Qian that the temple fair was a tumultuous mess, and Guozijian had to be disciplined.

But Guo Qian, who was given the tremendous honor of being driven by the official family, would go to the side wherever he went.

"Officials, there are not enough students in Guozijian now. The minister thought that there could be tens of thousands of people on that day, and that was the glory of my great Song ..."

Zhao Zhen nodded slightly, "Well, I will wait for that day."

A group of people in the room came to the edge of the classroom.

This class is taking Confucian class.

"... It's just a word to make an article, diligence!"

The Confucian inside was giving lectures, and he was very focused. He didn't find Zhao Zhen outside the window.

He said passionately: "If you can't do a good article every day, then do two, three ... one sentence, just do it! Keep writing, have you ever seen Ouyang Gong's oil sellers? "

"Seen."

Da Ru nodded with satisfaction, "There are no hardships in the world, and I don't have him, but I am familiar with it. If I write too much, I am familiar with the subject when I read it. Swing, can't be restrained, can't be restrained! "

Zhao Zhen nodded slightly, stroking his beard and smiling.

Guo Qian was complacent and whispered: "Officials and students all say that writing articles is much better now, as smooth as the same enlightenment."

Zhao Zhen pointed to the classroom in front with satisfaction.

Several people walked past.

"... Don't memorize physics, the best thing is to understand. For example, the principle of thunder and lightning, what is the use of memorizing you? After a year and a half, all are forgotten. But if you can understand, thoroughly understand In light of the cause of thunder and lightning, even if it is ten or eight years, or even a lifetime, even before death, you will remember it firmly. "

Zhao Zhen gave Guo Qian a glance.

The previous Confucianist said that more writing is needed, and the amount used to accumulate proficiency is similar to rote memorization.

But here they say not to memorize, but to understand.

This one……

Guo Qian was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Guanjia, Shen Zhaozhao's class ... has its own style, yes, it has its own style."

"I know someone disagrees, it's useless to say something behind my back. But I want to tell you that it's useful and useful."

Shen An smiled and said: "First, knowing the mystery of thunder and lightning, in the future after thunderstorm days, you dare to stand under the tree?"

"Dare not."

"Dare you stand in an empty place?"

"Dare not?"

"Storytelling, students ... students want to ask something."

Su Yan stood up, her eyes full of sadness.

This simple student!

Shen An, who was hurriedly interrupted by the course, was not angry and asked, "Why?"

Su Yan said: "When it comes to storytelling, the student's mother is a good person ... But then she went out to find a student while thundering, but she was chopped by the thunder in the wild ...."

Shen An bowed her head slightly to express her sympathy, but some students said: "This is unfilial, definitely unfilial uncle."

Uncle is Uncle, referring to the father-in-law. The mother-in-law is a grandma, referring to the mother-in-law.

Shen An shouted: "Shut up! Go back and copy the thunderbolt five hundred times."

After learning my class and saying this, this student either did not listen carefully, or was a superstitious patient ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Su Yan shed tears and choked with sobs: "My mother is good ... good to everyone, but in After being struck by thunder, the people in the village said that my mother was not filial to her aunt, and God gave him a punishment ... Speaking, the students wished they could be killed by thunder that day! "

He was crying, "Until meeting the storyteller, the student ... the student knows that Thunderbolt is not God ... not God! My mother ... wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

Shen An was also shocked.

It is instinctive for a mother to go out to find a child on a thunderstorm day.

But the field is easy to be struck by lightning, which is a tragedy.

The tragedy makes the family miserable, but outsider rumors are desperate.

He said subconsciously: "You can try it. Standing in the field with an iron pole can attract thunder and lightning, and tied with chickens and ducks ..."

This is an era of ignorance, and Shen An feels he has a long way to go.

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