Supreme Stock God

Chapter 632: Desperate Cries

During the lunch break that day, Zhou Hao did not go home, but stayed in the school library. Since these days, Li Ruolan stayed in the library for lunch every day to read, so Zhou Hao came to accompany her.

The library of Yuning Middle School is a three-story Biwa ancient building. It was originally a private school that existed in the Republic of China. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, Yuning Middle School took the site here and let this private school serve as the school’s library. It was refurbished and maintained three times later and it is a very famous cultural monument in Xiangcheng.

Moreover, this library has a very rich collection of books, even the Xinhua Bookstore in the city is far behind. Many of them are precious deposits published many years ago, and some are even isolated thread-bound books preserved in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

Zhou Hao and Li Ruolan were sitting opposite each other at the table on the second floor by the window. Since it was lunch break, there was no one else in the library. Outside the window was a lush and verdant banyan tree, occasionally swaying branches and leaves. The sound of the birds and the chirping of birds seemed very quiet.

Zhou Hao leaned his arm and looked at Li Ruolan, only to see that the beautiful woman in front of him was reading the book introducing education management and human resources application. The silky hair was hanging down gently, flashing black in the soft sunlight. Gloss. There was a calming tranquility on that delicate face, and the occasionally blinking eyes trembled slightly with slender eyelashes.

The surroundings were quiet, as if the whole world had settled down, giving Zhou Hao a hope in his heart, hoping that time would stay at this moment forever.

Perhaps it was because of his aura. Li Ruolan seemed to sense Zhou Hao's gaze towards her. She raised her eyes slightly and saw that he was looking at herself quietly, with a very pleasing expression. With a reddened face, Li Ruolan laughed softly: "Fool, what are you looking at."

"Look at you, I can't see enough for a lifetime." Zhou Hao's voice was a bit more lively than usual, and it suddenly sounded like a naive and ignorant teenager.

Li Ruolan gave him a blank look, but she didn't know how charming her frown and smile were, and his moisturizing and silent demeanor made Zhou Hao's tranquil mood ripples. When she saw Zhou Hao pressing a book with yellow pages under her forearm, she asked curiously: "What is your book? Don't you always only read economic books?"

"Occasionally, I have to change my taste." Zhou Hao smiled and turned the cover of the book to Li Ruolan, only to see that the cover read "Zeng Wenzheng's Family Letter". The font was very simple and gave a heavy feeling.

"Zeng Wen Zhenggong? Is that Zeng Guofan?" Li Ruolan asked.

Zhou Hao nodded: "This Wen Zhenggong can be said to be the most important person in the late Qing Dynasty. When the power was at its highest, more than 70% of the military power of the entire Qing Dynasty was in his hands. With a single thought, he could easily handle it. The Qing Dynasty overthrew self-reliance as the emperor, anyway, his influence on our China was extremely far-reaching. Moreover, our founding father also said that he would'independently serve Zeng Wenzheng'. This "Book of Zeng Wenzheng's Family" was even placed by Chiang Kai-shek under his pillow all year One of the three books I read from time to time, and the other two are "Biography of Bismarck" and "Quotations of Zeng Hu Zhibing"."

Li Ruolan hasn't really touched this aspect of things, and she immediately became interested: "It turns out that there is such a big background, then what is written in the "Book of Zeng Wenzheng"?"

"All letters from Zeng Guofan to his family."

"Huh? Isn't it the rule of the country and the use of soldiers? If it's just a family letter, why would Chiang Kai-shek and other heroes admire it so much?" Li Ruolan was puzzled.

Zhou Hao said with a smile: "Zeng Guofan has been leading soldiers outside for a long time, but he insists on writing letters to his children on a regular basis. The content includes what he sees and hears and instructions to the family, including which teacher should be selected for his son, and to whom He gave instructions on what gifts to give, what rituals to perform to worship the ancestors, regardless of the size of the matter, he gave instructions one by one. Although these are just some tedious family matters, but as the saying goes, ruling a big country is like cooking a small Fresh, from these subtle things, you can show Zeng Guofan's amazing treatment of people and the world. It can be said that he has learned to read articles everywhere."

After Zhou Hao's explanation, Li Ruolan was suddenly surprised. No wonder Taizu and Chiang Kai-shek and other figures of the most powerful era praised this "Book of Zeng Wenzheng."

I also heard Zhou Hao said: "I think the two most outstanding books in China are "The Letters from the House of Zeng Wenzheng" and "The Art of War". A treasure book. When it comes to China, the most powerful thing is intrigue. With the word'fight', no nation in the world can compare to our Chinese."

"You are too biased." Li Ruolan smiled bitterly.

"This is a fact." Zhou Hao smiled and glanced at Li Ruolan: "I don't remember which Western scholar said that the two smartest ethnic groups in the world, the first is Han, the second is Jews. Jews took their All talents are used to make money, and the Han people use their talents to fight. Do you remember the words that our great ancestor once said? Fighting with the sky is endless, fighting with the earth is endless, with Fighting with people is full of fun. Ha ha, Dao has exhausted our Chinese mind.

Seeing Zhou Hao’s pair of piercing stars that seemed to have seen everything in the world, Li Ruolan couldn’t help but trembled, because Zhou Hao at this moment was more wise while lamenting the world. It was something he could not have at his age. mature.

After returning to his senses, Zhou Hao smiled at Li Ruolan: "In fact, this "Book of Zeng Wenzheng" is much better than your management studies, human resources applications, etc., because this is what teaches you to manage and employ people. classic."

Li Ruolan nodded, because the Tianhe Primary School invested and constructed by Zhou Hao has entered the second half of the project, and it is estimated that it will be delivered within this year. In the future, Li Ruolan will become the manager of Tianhe Elementary School and a series of educational institutions invested by Tianhe, so she must now prepare to increase her management knowledge.

"The "Book of the Family of Zeng Wenzheng" in the school library is a hand-copied version. The font is so powerful that it can be seen from these characters that the person has a lofty mind and a deep mind. Even if you don’t read the content of Zeng Wenzheng’s family book, Just looking at this font has already benefited a lot. But this person did not leave a signature, otherwise I would really like to pay a visit." Zhou Hao exclaimed.

From the fonts that reveal the wind of dragon and tiger, Zhou Hao not only saw the person's spiritual realm, but even felt that there were some martial arts hidden in these words, which made Zhou Hao understand a lot.

Zhou Hao once saw in martial arts novels that some martial arts masters were promoted to martial arts through calligraphy, just like Zhu Ziliu, the apprentice of Master Yideng in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". He was a famous calligrapher and referred to "Yi Yang". The kung fu is integrated into calligraphy.

"It's not good to be bored here all day, let's go out and stroll." Zhou Hao said to Li Ruolan.

"Ok."

So the two left the school and went out to stroll in the commercial street outside. Because Zhou Hao's school uniform was very conspicuous, and it was near Yuning Middle School, it was easy to meet acquaintances, so Li Ruolan didn't dare to let Zhou Hao hold her hand, and only walked side by side with Zhou Hao.

"Huh? There is a new pajama store here?" When Li Ruolan passed by a store selling pajamas, Li Ruolan's eyes lit up and she pulled Zhou Hao into it.

This shop is all in the business of pajamas, with styles of men, women and children. Zhou Hao thought that Li Ruolan wanted to buy it by herself, but saw that she suddenly took a blue men's pajamas from the hanger and stuck it in front of Zhou Hao, lovingly measured the size for him.

The salesmen in the store looked at Zhou Hao and their eyes immediately changed. Because Zhou Hao was still wearing school uniforms, it was still a matter of concern at this time that early love, especially Zhou Hao and Li Ruolan, both looked so good. Fortunately, they didn't know that Li Ruolan was Zhou Hao's teacher, otherwise they would be even more surprised.

In the end, Li Ruolan bought a couple's pajamas for Zhou Hao and herself, and her brows were filled with happiness, like a little wife.

"Huh? What's going on over there? Why are there so many people?" When he got out of the store, Zhou Hao saw that the intersection over there was crowded with people. He could vaguely see the lights of police cars coming out of the crowd. Zhou Hao returned Hearing heart-piercing cries among them, it should be a traffic accident.

"Let's take a look." Li Ruolan said. She didn't go by with the mentality of joining in the fun, but because the intersection was very close to Yuning Middle School. She wanted to see if there were any traffic hazards there, so as to avoid the same accidents for students in Yuning Middle School in the future.

As he approached, the cry of the sad and angry woman became clearer. Zhou Hao frowned, because he could hear the sadness in the cry. If he didn't really feel desperate, he wouldn't make such a cry.

Later, Zhou Hao and Li Ruolan saw a bicycle lying on the ground on the right side of the intersection, with a four or five-year-old boy lying next to him, but his chest cavity was sunken and his nose was spraying blood. , The ground below him was also a pool of blood, and his death was extremely miserable.

Not far from there, a woman in her 30s was screaming, trying to walk to the place where the boy was lying, but was stopped by a man and two policemen.

"I want to see my son! Let me go, I want to see my son!" The sorrowful cry was made by the woman, and she was in a frantic appearance, constantly beating the men and policemen who stopped her, hoarse. Crying: "I want to see my son! Why is my son! Impossible! Impossible! Is the driver dead? Is the driver dead? I will kill him by myself. I don't want any of them. I will kill him by myself. he!"