Quickly wear the white moonlight: Your Majesty, hold on

Chapter 73
"It's a pity that Fu Xun can't eat, so he can only watch us eat," Mo Xiaojiu smiled, picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, "Well, it's really delicious, Jia Shuang's cooking is good. "

Tan Jiashuang's pale face improved slightly. He understood that Fu Xun had no intention of harming them, and he finally relaxed.

Fu Xun looked at the two of them with a calm expression while eating and chatting, and would bring him with him from time to time, with a faint light in his eyes, this feeling hadn't appeared for some time.

After breakfast the next day, Mo Xiaojiu and Tan Jiashuang still went to the academy. Although it was the first day of the new year, there was no guarantee that no students would sign up. It would be a pity if they missed it.

Tan Jiashuang is very serious about studying, and she has learned and written a lot of words during this period of time, she also started to let go, and slowly just assigned him homework.

While he was sitting and doing his homework enthusiastically, she lay on the counter and touched the invisible earrings on her ears, not knowing what she was thinking.

It was almost dusk, and when Mo Xiaojiu was about to close the door, someone walked in.

It was a boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Unlike some men who like to apply makeup, although he was dressed luxuriously, he was not stained with makeup, and there was a hint of fierce arrogance between his brows, which matched Tan Jiashuang's gentleness and obedience. sharp contrast.

This kind of man is rare in this world.

"Are you still recruiting students here?"

"Well, we're still recruiting. Can you write?"

He hesitated for a moment, the arrogance in his eyes was still there, but his attitude was obviously more sincere: "I can only write my name, okay?"

"Of course, even if you don't know how to write, I will accept you," she handed him the old book, "write your name on the back."

He flipped through several pages, with an unknown light dancing in his eyes: "There are already more than ten students."

Seeing the steady and solid way he wrote his name, she raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Your name is Ye Zilan?"

He had just finished writing the last stroke of Lan, when he heard that he pushed the pen and notebook in front of her: "Yes."

"It's a pretty good name." Especially his good calligraphy and unruly hand.

"Thank you for the teacher's compliment," he looked at Tan Jiashuang, who was buried in his homework, and asked softly, "It has always been said that a man who has no talent is a virtue. Why is the teacher willing to teach men to read and write?"

Mo Xiaojiu put down his pen and looked a little serious: "Zilan, since you have called me teacher, I will teach you the first lesson."

He followed with a straight face and listened attentively.

"In my opinion, everyone needs to learn. People are born learning, learning to speak, learning to walk, learning to eat, learning to dress... and reading and writing is also a kind of learning. I don't just teach you to read and write. , I also want to teach you how to expand your thinking, how to find out your own strengths and weaknesses, and learn from each other's strengths."

"..."

He looked at her with a complicated face.

She twitched her lips slightly: "It's too early for me to tell you this, but Zilan, don't be bound by ancient ideas. In my opinion, not only women are qualified to study, nor Only men are qualified to love beauty and dress up, I will tell you slowly in the future, you go back first, and come to class on the sixth day of junior high school."

He clenched his fists and raised his eyes slightly: "Teacher, can I ask you one last question?"

Her eyes were soft: "Of course."

"Since ancient times, women have had three husbands and four attendants, and men can only be women's accessories. Women are their gods. Teacher, do you think this is correct?" He waited for her answer seriously.

Tan Jiashuang, who was doing her homework, raised her head and looked at him in amazement without being surprised. These words were really bold.

She tapped the table with her fingers: "Zilan, the winners make the rules, because most women are stronger than men, so women become the ones in power, so women make the rules," she lowered her voice, "Why do many men Are you told that women are heaven and that men are virtuous if they are not talented? Because then, you will not have the opportunity and ability to overthrow the rule."

Ye Zilan looked at her in shock.

"In the final analysis, it's just that men are not strong enough," Mo Xiaojiu sighed, "Zi Lan, women are born stronger than men, so men are destined to be weak? In fact, this is not the case. Innate deficiencies can be made up for by the day after tomorrow. .”

"teacher……"

"In my eyes, there is a world of great unity, where the boundaries of superiority and inferiority are not so clear, and men and women are equal..." She stopped in the middle of speaking, "Forget it, I told you too much today, let's stop here, Zilan, remember, don't say what I told you so easily, lest you bring trouble, go back first."

His expression was still shocked and he didn't recover. He nodded: "Yes, teacher." Then he walked away in a daze.

Tan Jia Shuang's pen fell to the ground unconsciously.

She walked over and touched his head: "Is it that shocking?"

He hurriedly knelt down to pick up the brush, his forehead was sweating, and he hesitated: "Jia, Jialian, what you said just now, what you said..."

Outrageous!
If it is spread, it will be punished!
"Jia Shuang, do you believe it? In other worlds, it may be the opposite. Men are superior to women, men have three wives and four concubines, and women who have no talent are virtues."

"how is this possible?"

"Of course it's impossible. I'm just teasing you."

"..."

Tan Jiashuang looked at her and didn't know what to say: "Jialian, don't say those words in the future."

She understood that his ideas were deeply ingrained, so she nodded perfunctorily: "Clean up, let's go back, it's time for dinner."

"it is good."

In the next few days, no new students came to sign up.

The sixth day of the new year.

When Mo Xiaojiu and Tan Jiashang came to the academy after breakfast, several people were already waiting at the door. When they saw her, they all called her "teacher". Even though they were shivering a little from the cold, they didn't complain at all.

"Why did you come so early, Jiashuang, open the door quickly, go in and light some stoves, don't freeze them."

"kindness."

"Thank you, teacher."

These people were poorly dressed, four women and one man. The man had been standing aside silently, obviously very ostracized.

Mo Xiaojiu saw it, but didn't say much: "Originally, I put all the tables and chairs in the backyard for you to study there, but then I thought it was too cold, so I organized a few rooms specifically for teaching. Yes, you can sit here and wait for now. When everyone has arrived and classes have been divided, we can then decide which class will use which room."

"is teacher."

They answered neatly, but their eyes were full of doubts, obviously they didn't understand the meaning of class division.

People came one after another, and soon they were all there.

A total of twelve women and seven men.

A woman with a strong body and luxurious clothes spoke loudly: "Teacher, since this is a school, why do we allow men to study with us? What do they study? Do they wash and cook?"

There was a burst of laughter.

Except for Ye Zilan, the other six men were full of grief and indignation, and a teenager about ten years old was so angry that his eyes widened: "The admissions notice outside is very clear. The students here are regardless of gender. You say that because you are Do you question the teacher's decision?"

(End of this chapter)