Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

"Yes, very wise."

Wen Zhengyuan praised, "It just so happens that you have resigned from your position as a university professor, and I am also considering what kind of job to arrange for you here."

"Since my sister's school needs you, you can work there."

"Our mother is always so popular."

On the other side, the three Jiasheng sisters who had just come out of the shower gathered together.

It was not strange to see the scene of three seniors competing for their mother's works, and they were discussing in low voices.

"That is, it doesn't matter whose mother it is."

Jiaqing proudly crossed her arms, "How can our mother be so bad?"

"Why do you think our mother can write things that no one else can write?"

Regarding this issue, the three sisters have discussed it in private more than once.

Whenever their mother talks about the thousands-year-old Chinese culture, the pride in her tone and expression fascinates the three sisters.

Whether it's poetry or anything else.

Because of this, the three sisters will spend more time studying while making money.

In fact, there are many related things that I have never seen.

Wen Nian listened to the arguments of the three seniors with a smile. It was not until they compromised with each other that she spoke: "Seniors, don't worry, I will still write relevant articles."

But after listening to their mother's ordinary talk, they understood that there were actually many classics in China.

They never went to school in their previous life, and they don't know what the textbooks were like at that time.

It seems that apart from foreign things, there is nothing much to talk about at home.

Not only poems and articles, but also songs and stories, many, many aspects...

But through my own observation, I found that most of the articles in the textbook were written by foreigners.

"I have to dabble in all aspects. Each of your magazines will have the opportunity to assist me in completing book publishing matters."

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In order to demonstrate their abilities, these announcers would also say a few words in foreign languages ​​from time to time.

When the three seniors heard what she said, their mood instantly became wonderful.

However, when she got on the train to Kyoto the next day, she gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Teacher Wen Nian is easier to talk to."

Wen Nian's heart clenched tightly, her little hands slowly clenched, and the look in her eyes became more and more determined.

Everyone is proud of being able to speak and write foreign languages. No one has ever thought that being able to write Chinese is something to be proud of.

In their previous life, some of them lived to be in their twenties, and indeed they had never heard of the term Chinese culture.

Most of the radio dramas, jokes and news broadcasted by the announcer on the train broadcast are foreign content.

It's as if...as if China itself has no literati.

The stories my mother has told them in the past few years have never been told by anyone in her previous life for more than 20 years.

I hope to learn all the cultural knowledge my mother knows that makes her proud.

What everyone reads is foreign, and what everyone sings is also foreign.

They also learned about the world's problems through the attitudes of several seniors toward their mother and the few words they usually shared.

Even the banter among the announcers would rather quote foreign quotes.

The songs that children sing come from outside, and the stories that children listen to come from outside.

But every time there was no result.

Just by listening to what they said, Wen Nian still had no idea about the problems of the world.

It can't go on like this.

If this continues, Chinese culture will be completely erased from history.

This is a result that no Chinese son or daughter wants to see.

Her changes were completely seen by the three seniors, who unconsciously showed a look of relief on their faces.

The mission of these people has finally been passed on.