Dressing in another world to be a brother

Ji Yuzhu led Luo Zijin all the way to the Mongolian Pavilion.

First, he went to the cafeteria for a stroll, allowing him to experience the so-called meal sharing system.

Then turn out of the yard, and introduce each toy and how to play in the sand one by one.

Then I walked into the classroom.

Luo Zijin carefully read the rules and regulations on the side of the blackboard.

"Tsk tsk, you have quite a lot of rules. The Imperial College is nothing more than that."

"How can my little Mongolian hall dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Imperial College. It's just some daily chores."

"Quite profound, quite profound!" Luo Zijin shook his head.

Pointing to the blackboard, he then asked, "What's the use of hanging such a big black board here?"

"Please look, sir." Ji Yuzhu picked up the lime pen on the podium, raised his hand and wrote a few words on it, then picked up a thick board made of rags, wiped it casually, and the words on the blackboard disappeared immediately.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Luo Zijin clapped his hands, "No wonder Lao Gu said you have a lot of ingenuity."

Ji Yuzhu thanked him for his compliment with eyebrows raised, and said bluntly: "It's just picking up people's teeth." It's a pity that no one believed it.

Really...

The alternative version of everyone is drunk and I am alone!

Luo Zijin had seen the function of the blackboard before becoming interested in the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

He walked over: "So, the blackboard behind you is also used in the same way? What is written on it?"

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. Sex is similar, □□—huh?" He closed his mouth, frowned, and quickly read the full text.

After thinking for a while, he ran to the front and looked slowly from the beginning.

Then run back to the front and read again before certain sentences.

Ji Yuzhu blinked and watched him walking back and forth.

"Mr. Luo?"

no response.

"Mr. Luo?" He raised his voice.

"Huh?" Luo Zijin turned around excitedly, "What is this?" Looking at the inscription, "Three Character Classic?"

He shook his head and read a few words, muttering in his mouth: "No, no, I have never seen it before." Looking up, "Where did this come from? Who wrote it?"

"Written by Wang Yinglin of Guangfu."

Luo Zijin frowned: "Guangfu Wang Yinglin?" After thinking for a long time, "I have no impression of this person."

"Maybe it's not everyone. I also read it from miscellaneous books."

"No, no." Luo Zijin shook his head, "Writing such a catchy, simple and easy-to-understand book with many allusions, which can also persuade people to be good, must not be unknown."

Ji Yuzhu sweated wildly: "Maybe this Wang Yinglin is relatively low-key?"

"No, no, I have to go back and check, I must have missed something."

"Where are you going to check, sir?"

Luo Zijin laughed loudly: "Why? Forgot what I do? I'm an ancient book of the Imperial College. To put it bluntly, if I can't find it here, I probably can't find it elsewhere." After thinking about it, " Maybe there is not, but such a good article, other classics will also mention it.”

Other classics?

Ji Yuzhu also felt that this possibility was very high.

Perhaps at this time, Mr. Wang Yinglin's reputation has not spread far and wide?

"Then, I hope the master will find out as soon as possible." He cupped his hands towards Luo Zijin.

Luo Zijin waved his hand: "Paper and pen will serve you."

Ji Yuzhu hurriedly ran to bring him a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and waited for him to transcribe the entire Three Character Classic.

As a result, as soon as the copying was finished, Luo Zijin didn't mention continuing to visit the student dormitory, let alone eating and drinking tea. When the rice paper was dry, he rolled up the manuscript and left.

Ji Yuzhu was speechless.

Jiang Weiyan tore off the sweat towel around his neck, wiped his sweaty head, and asked the guards: "What's going on these days?"

He took the elite battalion under his flag to carry out weight-bearing training these days, and he just came back.

The guard saluted: "Report to the general, there is nothing unusual! But I sent someone back to the deputy team to send a message." After thinking for a while, "There is still a letter from you, I put it on the table for you."

"A letter?" It must be from the capital!Jiang Weiyan was overjoyed, so he suppressed his emotions and dealt with the business first, "Who did you send back? Let him answer quickly."

"Yes."

Jiang Weiyan gave a few instructions to the captains following behind him, and let them disperse.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, Jiang Weiyan saw Xiang Yicheng's messenger trotting over.

"General!"

"Speak directly."

"Yes."

The messenger stepped forward and reported in a low voice: "Pingliang City's Zheng Zhifu was attacked in the early hours of yesterday, and Xiang's deputy team was slightly injured."

Jiang Weiyan's face changed: "Last night in the early morning? If you were not here, would the prefect of Zheng be able to resist?"

The messenger thought for a while, and said decisively: "No. If we are not here, the life and death of Zheng Zhifu will be unpredictable."

Jiang Weiyan lowered his head, thinking carefully about the time in his previous life.

The prefect of Pingliang City was killed, and he should be safe in the next few days.

It took four or five days to receive the news from the capital, before they received the news that Pingliang City was attacked and besieged, and the city was destroyed.

Specifically four days or five days?

Jiang Weiyan frowned and thought about it, then gave up.

First, he said to the messenger: "You go down and rest first." If you came here all night, you must be exhausted.

Then he turned his head and asked Jin Wei: "General You, where are they now?"

"Back to the general, it's all in the account."

Jiang Weiyan nodded, put the sweat towel in the hand of the guard, and strode towards the main account.

"General!"

"Are you back? How about it, how about this weight training?" You Yunzhi, who was surrounded by the center of the tent and looked at the terrain map, looked up.

Jiang Weiyan nodded: "That's right, you can tell the good from the bad in two days. But," he said with a serious expression, "we have to get ready."

You Yunzhi frowned: "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Jiang Weiyan confirmed, "I just received the news from my adjutant that the prefect of Pingliang City was assassinated as expected, just in the early hours of last night."

You Yunzhi's face became serious: "Really?"

Jiang Weiyan nodded.

"I didn't expect you to have guessed it right!" You Jun slapped the table, "These bastards!"

"They really plan to attack Pingliang City first?" You Yunzhi frowned and thought deeply.

"If they are determined to win Pingliang City, there will definitely be another assassination attempt this time. The prefect Zheng has been in Pingliang City for many years. If he passes away suddenly, there will be chaos in the city." Jiang Weiyan speculated, "Xiang Yicheng's manpower Not too much, if you can withstand it once, it may not be the next time. I hope the general will send troops to Pingliang City as soon as possible!"

You Yunzhi nodded, and leaned over to study the topographic map: "Come and have a look. The location of Pingliang City is not particularly important. How could the Tatars start here?" He clicked on the map, "Da Jiang, since you first thought of For this, I am determined to send someone over there. You say it first.”

Jiang Weiyan nodded, and stepped forward, based on the Tatar's offensive route in his previous life, plus his own speculation, and explained the analysis bit by bit...

After the discussion was over, You Yunzhi immediately sent troops to Pingliang City, and Jiang Weiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Returning to his tent in a hurry, he didn't bother to take a sip of water to moisten his throat, so he went straight to the desk inside. On it was a letter pressed with a paperweight, and there was a big package beside it.

Jiang Weiyan opened the letter two or three times, and read it slowly.

The letter was written in his husband's usual gentle tone.

A few greetings at the beginning.

Then talk about the yard at home.

In the two months since he left, the yard at home has been completed.

It also described in detail the layout of the Mongolian Pavilion.

According to the description in the letter, Jiang Weiyan added a few sentences he heard when he was at home, imagining this very interesting Mongolian Pavilion.

At this time, he should have started teaching, right?I don't know if other people will have any objections to his arrangement and teaching method.He's not by his side, and I don't know if anyone is bullying him...

Looking further down, it is nothing more than daily chores.

Why bought a few servants from Dad two days ago;

What came to mind yesterday is that the new style of school children's bed is being made by the carpenter working overtime;

Why did he research the oven with Chef Zhang, and the baked cakes are especially delicious;

……

and many more.

Jiang Weiyan smiled, as if the nagging little husband was right in front of him.

It was only at the end of the letter that I came across a sentence - "The spring is cold and the pillow is hard to sleep. I hope you will return early."

Jiang Weiyan smiled.

Presumably such a simple sentence made Fu Lang hesitate before writing, right?

Imagining the shyness he might have appeared at that time, Jiang Weiyan pressed the letter on his chest for a while, sighed, picked it up and read it twice before carefully putting it away.

Pity.

Just now You Yunzhi has issued a martial law order for the entire army, and he is not allowed to deliver letters outside.

But there is no need to write any more letters, the battle is about to start.

He will receive the news soon!

I just wish he had opened the Mongolian Pavilion.Be busy and don't worry too much.

Within a few days, the Tatars indeed sent troops to attack Pingliang City, and they were taken by You Jun, who had been prepared for a long time.

At the same time, Jiang Weiyan quietly left the barracks with the elite battalion.

Ji Yuzhu still doesn't know anything about the ups and downs in northern Xinjiang.

The little bean dings have a weekend break and are back again.

He is busy preparing lessons, attending classes, and playing with the little Doudings.

He was in class that day, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw figures shaking outside.

Looking sideways, it was Chen Yi who led Luo Zijin and others over, but was stopped by Xiaoan outside the classroom.

Seeing that they didn't come to disturb the class, Ji Yuzhu ignored them and continued to lecture.

"Everyone thinks, what's wrong with Huang Xiang doing this? What's wrong?"

Zhang Tingyu raised his hand: "Sir, I know!"

"Ting Yu, tell me."

Zhang Tingyu stood up and said confidently: "Huang Xiang is afraid that his father will catch a cold, so he warms the bed for his father. He is filial to his father and a good boy!"

"Yes. Huang Xiang is a good boy who is filial to his parents." Ji Yuzhu nodded first, and then asked, "Then what's wrong with him?"

Zhang Tingyu tilted his head: "Is filial piety wrong? I think he is right."

"Ting Yu think about it, just now, how old is Huang Xiang?"

"Nine years old!"

"Then how old is his father?"

"Ah?" Zhang Tingyu blinked in confusion.

"Think about the age difference between you and your father." Ji Yuzhu earnestly and seductively.

Zhang Tingyu scratched his head: "Father seems to be 24." He thought for a while, "I am five years old, and my father is 24. Huang Xiang is nine years old, so his father should have..." He counted and counted with his fingers.

"28!" Luo Hao reminded him in a low voice.

"Yes! 28 years old!" Zhang Tingyu puffed up his chest.

Ji Yuzhu didn't criticize Luo Hao's small report, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Huang Xiang's father is about 28 or 29 years old, and at most he is only a little over 30." He reached out and patted his head, motioning him to sit down.

"Think about it, is it really cold in winter?"

The crowd nodded.

"That Huang Xiang is only a nine-year-old child, and his father is still young and strong. If he goes to warm his father's bed, will he be more likely to catch a cold and get sick than his father?"

Everyone nodded again.

"If Huang Xiang is sick, his father will worry about it while taking care of him, and may have to spend money to ask the doctor to prescribe medicine." Ji Yuzhu listed the possible outcomes for them one by one, "or his father The mother may get sick from worrying too much, and then the rest of the family will work harder."

After enumerating the possible consequences, he asked again: "Huang Xiang warmed his father's bed. Although his intentions were good, the result was not good. From this point of view, did he do something wrong?"

Everyone thought about it, and it seemed to be true, so they nodded again.

"So, we have to learn Huang Xiang's filial piety, but we have to do better than him. If we are worried that my father will catch a cold, we can burn charcoal in the room, or add an extra bed and bedding, or serve a cup of hot tea to my father, etc. , isn't it better than foolishly going to warm the bed by yourself?"

He concluded: "Filial piety is a good character, but filial piety must consider the consequences, do what you can, and do what you can. It can make parents and elders happy and healthy without bringing bad results. This is the best way of filial piety."

The author has something to say: Remarks: Huang Xiang mentioned in the following plot comes from "San Zi Jing" "Xiang Jiuling, can warm the seats."

Also, thank you Wuyang for your suggestion, I will do it in the future!What's up with Wuyang~