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Chapter 39 [Auntie Jiaomei in the Republic of China]

Who doesn't have grand plans and dominance in the chest of a man who is a general?It was just that the former General Wei loved this city, this family, and this person more, so he chose to be a guardian.

But now, the ambition in Shangxian's eyes has also aroused the pride in General Wei's chest. He will do his best to support the person he loves the most, and will do his best to get closer to that grand blueprint.

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In the simple classroom of the revolutionary base.

Pan Shiming was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a greasy hair comb, and a pair of round-frame glasses, standing on the podium with a stick of chalk.

Underneath sat a group of soldiers staggering in twos and threes.

Pan Shiming pointed to the two characters on the blackboard, and was asking the soldiers below: "Do you guys know the two characters on the blackboard?"

Silent.

The bottom is full of rough people who can't read a single word, and no one wants to pay attention to this boring question.

But Pan Shiming didn't care either. He seemed to be talking to himself, with a sense of superiority in his tone unconsciously: "It's okay if you don't know, comrades. I am a teacher, and I should teach you the knowledge."

After a long series of unnecessary words, he seemed to have remembered his original purpose. Pan Shiming continued to point to the two square words on the top of the blackboard, and read the words in a smooth voice: "Come on, comrades, read after me, this The word reads 'captive'.

There was a rustle of laughter underneath, and no one really followed him.

A soldier sitting in the front row plucked his ears. He couldn't take it anymore. He stood up from his seat and said loudly, "You are the bloody prisoner!"

After the words fell, he pushed the table and strode out of the classroom.

Pan Shiming pointed his hand at the leaving soldier, and shouted in a moderate voice: "Hey, comrade, I didn't call you a prisoner, I meant that the word on the blackboard reads prisoner."

However, no one paid any attention to what he said.

Even though Pan Shiming felt that he was teaching seriously, maybe he didn't even realize how much he liked to play with his accent when he was in class.From Pan Shiming's first day of class, no soldier was willing to look him straight.

Since Pan Shiming joined the revolutionary organization, he brought a group of people to this revolutionary base to teach.He has nothing but the advantage of having studied for a few years more than others.

However, most of the soldiers in the revolutionary ranks were rough people who could not read a single word. Pan Shiming's poor knowledge just came in handy.

But he was not very good at even the only usefulness of this point. Although he asked himself, he had carefully prepared lessons, but no soldier was willing to listen to his lectures.

They all came to this classroom because they obeyed the command, but when they entered the classroom, they either lay down and fell asleep, or stared blankly in a daze, or they were like the soldier who left halfway, despite insisting. After listening to him say a few words, Pan Shiming's lecture was tantamount to mental pollution in their ears. Although they listened to it, they still couldn't listen to it.

Before the age of 22, Pan Shiming's life was smooth and prosperous, but since Pan's house was ransacked, God seemed to play a huge joke on him, and his life suddenly took a sharp turn.

But it's a sharp turn from best to worst.

He thought that organizing student demonstrations could save his face, but his face was trampled on by the General's Mansion mercilessly.

He has nothing left, and even the belief that he has always been proud of is facing collapse.

He has no place to go, but he is not reconciled. He once thought that one day he would make a great achievement, and he could not give up. Maybe this is just the special arrangement of God to hone his will.

After comforting himself in this way, Pan Shiming began to seek a new way out. He quickly made a decision for himself and joined the revolutionary organization that had always been his ideal.

At this time, he did not forget to bring Wei Mo'er, the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, the girl who followed him wholeheartedly. He also did not forget to bring a group of classmates who followed him. They all trusted him wholeheartedly. Pan Shiming knew that these people were Will come in handy in the future.

But when Pan Shiming arrived at the revolutionary base with great ambition, he became just an ordinary teacher.

He can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, and his body is not as strong as others. He is just a charming young master raised in the backyard. How can people feel at ease to send him to the front line, or even take on more important tasks?
What Pan Shiming can do is only a teacher.

After staying in the revolutionary base for a long time, seeing the cruelty of real swords and guns, and having endured the baptism of blood sacrificed every day, Pan Shiming's lofty ideals unknowingly faded.

He began to comfort himself like this, in fact, being a teacher is also good, teaching and educating people, the soldiers saved the country in turmoil, but he saved the ignorant people, he is as great as them!
But Pan Shiming's teaching career was not smooth.

Although a student had left angrily just now, Pan Shiming acted as if nothing had happened. He wrote on the blackboard and continued to explain in his polite tone: "Speaking of 'captives', This brings me to a word associated with it, 'human rights'."

Pan Shiming turned around and threw the chalk into the chalk box, facing the soldiers below, and continued: "'Human rights', maybe comrades are not familiar with this word, but it is only because there is no such awareness in China, and 'human rights' ' This word has long been popular abroad."

Hearing this, a soldier below deliberately asked Pan Shiming: "Hey, it seems that our Master Pan went to the foreign devil's territory and drank foreign ink for a few days?"

Although these words were harsh, Pan Shiming's lectures these days were almost always criticized by soldiers, so it stands to reason that he shouldn't have cared about it long ago.

In fact, except for the fact that he was still blushing with the soldiers at the beginning, he has almost developed a mentality of laughing it off now.

But it was this sentence that was particularly harsh, piercing straight into Pan Shiming's heart.

The soldier said that he drank foreign ink for a few days, but only Pan Shiming knew that he had never even drunk real foreign ink.

When he was ten years old, he was supposed to be sent abroad by Master Pan, but he didn't know why Master Pan suddenly got his brains full of sperm, all the gold and silver were thrown on a woman, and Pan Shiming's plan to go abroad naturally fell through.

Pan Shiming is not reconciled, but what's the use of not being reconciled?What could he do for himself at the age of ten?

All he could do was loathe the woman who seduced Master Pan, and put another stab at the woman who couldn't decide his own fate.

(End of this chapter)