Fox Road Travel Notes

Dozens of children were sitting neatly in the school, some with chicken skin and gray hair, and some with childlike innocence.

People of all ages gathered together.

There are no extracurricular books and no female classmates.

As a transfer student, Chen Zican sat cross-legged at the end and began his boring academic career in a different world.

It felt like there was a needle hidden in the futon under my buttocks, making it uncomfortable even when I sat on it.

On the tables in front of me were the Four Treasures of the Study given by Chen Zifu, and they were all worth a lot at first glance.

Out of boredom, he held the brand new spotted bamboo wolf hair between his fingers, turning forward and backward, circling and flying.

Anyone who listens to the teacher's talk is explaining "The Analects of Confucius: Gong Zhi Chang".

At this time, there was a slight sound of snoring next to him.

He looked sideways and saw a tall young man leaning on the desk, sound asleep.

One end of the glistening saliva hangs from the corner of his mouth, and the other end flows into the inkstone, where a small pool has accumulated.

Chen Zican secretly gave a thumbs up, talent!

It is really admirable to be able to use the Four Treasures of the Study with such originality.

An idea struck him, and he took out a handful of peanuts and some candied fruits from his arms, pocketed them in his lapels and placed them on his legs.

These were all prepared by Kuan'er for him because he was afraid that he would be hungry.

Kou'er said that the young master used to be confused all day long and would roll on the floor and cry loudly if he was distracted.

Therefore, these snacks should be kept on hand for coaxing him outside.

He put the precious Duan inkstone with the emerald green "bird" eyes at his feet, peeled off a peanut and threw it into his mouth, then threw the shell into the inkstone.

Close your eyes and chew slowly, sighing secretly in your heart: "It's beautiful!"

It’s been a long time since I enjoyed the happiness of going to school comfortably like this!

"Kuan'er, this girl, is really nice to her young master! If she knew that this young master is a fake, she might strangle me to death in the middle of the night..."

While I was thinking wildly, I heard an angry shout: "Rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be built..."

Chen Zican was so frightened that he returned to his student days.

The peanut preserves on my legs were scattered all over the floor.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the old man who was shaking his head just now, holding a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and reading it like a charm, was already standing next to me at some point.

His thin cheeks trembled, his eyes widened with anger, he picked up the pear wood ruler in his hand and pulled it down...

"Woo-pop!"

Chen Zican closed his eyes without thinking and squatted on the ground holding his head.

This is all trained in the detention center, the Pavlov effect.

"As soon as you start my class, Mr. Qi, you go to sleep. I tell you to sleep!"

"Ouch-Mom!"

With a heart-rending scream, the ruler did not fall on himself.

Chen Zican took a peek and saw that the sleeping classmate was covering his head, as if there was a spring under his buttocks, jumping up three or four feet on the spot.

Not only the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but also the table was knocked out by him, hitting the back of an eleven or twelve-year-old kid in front of him.

The poor child was surprised and in pain. He opened his mouth and cried loudly...

There was a lot of excitement in the school.

The old master was even more angry. Before he landed, he hit him with a few more cracks in the air.

Eight generations of ancestors cursed him endlessly.

Chen Zican shrank aside tremblingly, Ma De, you are so cruel!

This is not good for learning, the quality of teachers is too poor, the real world is better!

The tall, sad child huddled there with his arms folded, like a quail in a storm.

Even if a thick ruler fell on me, I didn't dare to hide or run. I looked so pitiful...

Chen Zican looked at Yu and couldn't bear it, and suddenly shouted: "Sir, don't get angry!"

"Your pants are on fire..."

Sure enough, I saw a wisp of white smoke slowly rising from the old gentleman's buttocks. In a blink of an eye, thick smoke billowed and flames started to appear.

Master Qi screamed, which was like pulling onions on a dry land.

Despite his old bones, he can't dance much shorter than the classmate who was beaten just now.

He wanted to pat it with his hands, but he was afraid of being burned, so he could only move around anxiously.

He kept shouting: "Go and fetch water quickly, go and fetch water..."

But where can I get water in this school?

Everyone was running around like headless chickens, and some people ran out and shouted: "No, no, no, sir, I'm so angry that my nine orifices are filled with smoke..."

Chen Zican couldn't help but grab the hardcover version of "The Analects" on the desk and slapped Mr. Qi on his buttocks.

I don’t know how many times I hit it, but the flames gradually extinguished.

The old master looked sad and touched his numb and painful buttocks.

Pulling the back of the clothes over and taking a closer look, his voice trembled and he said in disbelief: "This clothes is fine, how come it's not burned?"

The students gathered around to visit, and when they saw it, there were screams of surprise...

"Oh my god! It's really not burnt, just a little brown..."

"This, this is divine fire!"

"What's burnt? It's from fart smoke. I don't see any traces at all..."

"What kind of divine fire? This is heavenly fire. Master, is this--has he sinned against heaven?"

"I think so. Learning is not as bad as temper. God will hate you..."

Old Master Qi was frightened and ashamed. He stood there blankly, his face turning blue and white.

He wasted his time in examinations for decades and was still wearing a blue shirt when he was old. He finally bribed the academic officials and chose this teaching position during the selection process.

The dissatisfaction that had been accumulated for decades would inevitably be vented on these students.

There are strict rules in the county school, and the children usually dare not speak out when they are angry.

If I get this opportunity today, how can I not rejoice in my misfortune and take the opportunity to make a few sarcastic remarks.

Chen Zican hid and snickered.

Grind camphor into powder, mix it with a little yellow phosphorus powder, and it will burn with thick smoke and fire.

However, the violent volatilization of camphor will take away heat and will not burn the clothes.

He hated teachers who beat students the most in his life. He just made a joke with him and surrounded Wei to save Zhao.

Old Master Qi gritted his teeth. He wanted to regain his prestige no matter what today. He couldn't let these students underestimate him. Otherwise, how would he be able to take this class in the future?

"Snapped--"

The ruler slapped the table heavily, making everyone shiver.

The buzzing suddenly stopped, and the school fell silent.

"Go back and sit down, there are no rules anymore, right?"

"The Analects of Confucius: Gong Zhi Chang that we learned today, each person should go back and copy it ten times."

"Tomorrow's daily lesson, recite them to me one by one!"

The students returned to their seats with grimaces.

An old boy with gray hair muttered: "This bastard, it's better to burn his bird next time..."

Whether the voice was loud or quiet, everyone covered their mouths and snickered.

He is over 70 years old. He cannot hear the scoldings and cannot be beaten again and again. He has always relied on his old age to show off his strength.

Master Qi couldn't do anything to him.

Qi Fuzi calmed down and kicked the cowardly sleeping man in the butt.

"What do you mean by the part about Zaiyu taking a nap during the day?"

The classmate shrank his neck.

He always used an inkstone to catch his saliva while sleeping. How could he know why Jaeyu slept during the day?

Uh-huh, after a few ahhhs, I finally accepted my fate.

With a frown on his face, he slightly curled up his neck and raised his buttocks, waiting for the husband to kick him again to let off some steam...

Master Qi raised the ruler, thought for a while but still didn't put it down.

He scolded: "Go back and copy it twenty times. If you can't recite it tomorrow, watch your skin carefully!"

The student breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly helped up the table and cleaned up the Four Treasures of the Study on the floor.

The husband's eyes widened: "You still want to sit down?"

"Go over there and kneel there to see if you can still fall asleep!"