I engaged in modernization in ancient times

When Mo Shaoheng came to Bird Clothes Lane, the battle on the Three Streets was in full swing.

Zhao Jingcheng's eyes were bright: "I'll go see if they still need soldiers."

As a result, he came back dejectedly, "I'm so mad, I don't even think I'm not qualified to be a soldier."

If someone else might give him Zhenxi Palace a face, but the two old generals from Beiliang who are competing now are stricter and more cautious about military exercises than others.

Not only did he not agree, but he also scolded Zhao Jingcheng, because it was the time for the Imperial College to teach, and it seemed that this little fat man skipped class. Zhao Jingcheng explained for a long time that the four teaching assistants led them to skip class, but no one believed it.

Also got a "bullshit."

When they got to the shop, Zhao Yanqiu was there.

It seems that I really like this game.

The charm of the game is indeed a bit greater compared to the current level of entertainment in Beiliang. The key is that no one has ever said that they are not doing their job properly when playing games, killing two birds with one stone.

However, the situation in the shop is a bit subtle.

Nan Yi was also there, carrying a small medicine box.

At this time, Zhao Yanqiu was picking up his shoulder, and there were many silver needles inserted into his shoulder, which was a bit shocking to see.

While rubbing the needles, Nan Yi said, "People who practice martial arts often leave some bruises in their bodies. My acupuncture method is the most suitable for this kind of situation."

"The young master said that my set of acupuncture can already be used as a teacher. They are all commonly used acupuncture points, so don't worry."

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

He was fooled by this little Taoist priest, he thought it was just two needles, but he didn't expect to get a row of needles.

But I don't know if it's from his heart, his hand was a little sore before, but it felt a little more comfortable after being pricked like this.

But looking at the silver needles of different lengths on his arms, he still feels a little guilty. The point is that this little Taoist priest is too young, and the beard he used to treat him is gray, so he couldn't help asking, "Is there really no problem?"

Nan Yi patted his chest, "When I was in Nanli, the young master asked me to pierce pig skin every day. I have already practiced to the point of proficiency, don't worry."

Pig...pig skin?

Zhao Yanqiu's face turns green and turns white. His majestic Fifth Highness, is he being used as a pig's skin for training?

But he didn't dare to move, the needles stuck in his arms were really scary.

Just in time, Mo Shaoheng came in with fifteen teenagers.

Zhao Yanqiu hurriedly said, "Mo Shaoheng, if my hand is crippled, I have to ask you."

Mo Shaoheng glanced at it, and said, "It's not bad, it's better than the pigskin piercing before."

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

He almost didn't bring it up, and was about to speak, when Zhao Jingcheng and others also rushed in, seeing Zhao Yanqiu's arm, they surrounded him with extreme surprise.

Others may not speak much because of Zhao Yanqiu's status, but Zhao Jingcheng stared at his big lantern-like eyes and kept asking questions.

Mo Shaoheng also asked, "How was the competition for the youth group you formed?"

Before Zhao Yanqiu could answer, Zhao Jingcheng who was beside him laughed, "I know that the team of His Highness Fifth Highness is privately said to be silver spearheads, and they look good but they don't work."

Zhao Yanqiu's face turned even darker. What do children know? They also won, but it's just that they lose more and win less.

Mo Shaoheng almost laughed, Zhao Yanqiu and his team members did look a little more handsome, no wonder they had this name.

In fact, their strength is still good, but the number of teams participating in the Battle of the Three Streets is still a little less, and all they encountered were these few teams with good strength, and the commander of the opponent was an old general from the army. How can one imagine.

Just as she was about to say something, an old lady dressed as a palace lady walked in.

Seeing the situation of this shop, the old mama was also taken aback, why are all their little dudes from Liangjing here?

And the arm of His Royal Highness is too scary.

After shaking his head for a while, he walked towards Mo Shaoheng, said a few words in a low voice, and took out a piece of letter paper.

Mo Shaoheng looked at it, but it was actually nothing, that is, someone attacked the eldest princess Zhao Jinhe, yesterday's women's [-]-member group also rode horses and competed with people in the street, their behavior was improper, and it violated etiquette.

The letter said that they all went to the Golden Palace, and the disturbance was quite fierce, and many of them sued Mo Shaoheng for abetting.

Zhao Jinhe sent someone to send a souvenir, asking him if he had any way to deal with it.

Mo Shaoheng thought for a while, took a pen and paper and replied a letter.

It's not something shady at all, and I didn't avoid people.

Zhao Jingcheng stretched his neck so long, Zhao Yanqiu also took a look.

This glance made him cautious, Mo Shaoheng was a little too rampant, he was going against all the opposing voices.

I saw that the letter said that it was nothing important, no matter how much they complained, they couldn't change the fact that the Women's Hundred Members won honor for Beiliang yesterday.

This is not the point, the point is the way to deal with Mo Shaoheng given later.

Whoever jumps the highest, and whoever makes irresponsible remarks the most fiercely, will post a battle post for them in the name of the Women's Hundreds, and let them come to the flying flower formation.

If you can't make it through and continue to talk about people behind their backs, you will continue to post battles until they lose so much that they shut up or close the government.

Zhao Yanqiu: "..."

This is blatant provocation and humiliation.

He could even imagine the aggrieved feelings of those who wanted to scold others but couldn't break through other people's flying flower formations.

Mo Shaoheng had only one intention, he continued to make irresponsible remarks if he couldn't make it through.

Nan Yi said, "Shrimp and pig's heart."

Mo Shaoheng said, "Do you want to be a soldier to participate in the Battle of the Three Streets later?"

Zhao Jingcheng nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then he sighed again, "But there is no shortage of soldiers in other teams."

He just went to ask.

Mo Shaoheng replied, "I will do something for me later, and I will arrange it for you."

Mo Shaoheng pointed directly at Zhao Yanqiu, "His team just happens to be short."

Zhao Yanqiu looked over, why should he help?

Mo Shaoheng didn't answer, but asked the shopkeeper to go to the ice cream shop to fetch some ice cream.

The first batch of ice creams in their family didn't sell out, and after calculating the time, these ice creams have been made for some time, and it's time to clear the inventory, which happens to be cheaper for these teenagers.

Mo Shaoheng couldn't help sighing, what about the hot business that was agreed upon?

It turned out to be a loss.

When the ice cream arrived, only Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Yuning had eaten ice cream. The others were extremely surprised when they saw that there was ice in the summer.

Zhao Yanqiu also took the ice cream handed over and ate it, there was no way that the hot weather couldn't resist such a temptation.

It was a tacit agreement to arrange a group of soldiers to enter his competition.

Fifteen teenagers were eating until their eyes were narrowed.

Zhao Jingcheng asked while licking the ice cream, "What do we need to do?"

"As long as you don't stay in the dormitory, you can do anything."

Mo Shaoheng said, "It's nothing. My shop has just opened, so it happens to help me grind some flour, and I'll make some steamed buns for sale."

"What are buns?"

"But there is no business in the shop, who will sell it to?"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

My heart is so cold, they say that you don't slap people in the face when you beat them, and you don't expose them if you expose them.

Mo Shaoheng asked them to grind flour, one is to teach the knowledge about five grains in "Supplements of Relics", and the other is that he is going to open a steamed stuffed bun shop.

From Nanli to Beiliang, all he ate was cooking pancakes. It can be seen that pancakes are popular food, and they sell well, but they are too hard. He opened a steamed stuffed bun shop, which can be replaced to a certain extent, and the audience should be very wide. .

The stone nests for pounding rice were placed in front, and there were pestles in the stone nests. Mo Shaoheng said, "Whether you can play or not depends on whether you can complete the task."

"Ha." Zhao Jingcheng laughed, "I thought it was something, let me smash it to pieces."

A group of playboys who grew up in Gaomen's mansion, never did such a thing before.

"It's pretty fun."

"From now on, you can take us to skip class and play this game every day."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Think of him as a farmhouse?

Zhao Jingcheng took his stone nest to look for Nan Yi, "See if I smashed it finely?"

Nan took a look, then stretched out his hand to grab a handful of wheat, squeezed it hard, and the fine powder fell from his hands.

Zhao Jingcheng: "One more... pinch again."

During this period, Mo Shaoheng asked people to go to a pharmacy to buy alkali, which is used for fermentation, which is equivalent to a bulking agent.

However, the alkali used in medicine shops is alkali stone, which is also used by Taoist alchemists. If it is used for food, it needs to be processed.

Ten teenagers, grinding their dough for a while and looking at Mo Shaoheng for a while.

Following the No. [-] talent in Beiliang, it feels different after grinding noodles.

After grinding, it is dough, which is similar to playing with mud.

Mo Shaoheng also fulfilled his promise and asked Zhao Yanqiu to take them to play Battle of the Three Streets.

The reconciled dough needs to be rested, so that the steamed buns are soft enough to soak.

Taking advantage of this time, Mo Shaoheng went to play his "House of Flying Daggers" again.

Zhao Jingcheng was poking at Zhao Yuning in front of him with his weapon, "Hurry up, the rule of our little soldiers is to go forward bravely and see who gets cut by whom."

Zhao Yuning held the weapon, "..."

No one talked to him before, but what happened to Zhao Jingcheng?Suddenly everything is pulling him.

He also thought that the Battle of the Three Streets was particularly interesting, but it didn't mean he wanted to play.

The scene was indeed a bit weird, and the audience was a little confused. What happened to those two soldiers?The one behind poked viciously, and the one in front poked and walked.

Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Yuning, the two little soldiers, didn't notice it at all, and they were still muttering, "We will rush into the tower together later, no matter how powerful the archer on the tower is, he can only shoot one arrow at a time. If we are lucky, we can still chop The opponent has a flag, this is the most beautiful moment for our little soldiers."

Zhao Jingcheng started to rush towards the tower with his forehead buried in his head, but unfortunately he was shot and fell halfway.

"Go and cut the flag, I blocked an arrow."

As a result, when he turned his head, Zhao Yuning entered the shooting range of the arrow tower, which was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the flag, and was directly shot at the starting position. It is estimated that he would not have stepped into the arrow tower if he hadn't seen Zhao Jingcheng being shot over. range.

Zhao Jingcheng: "..."

When he covered his forehead, his brain hurt.

He probably knew why his mother used to complain of a headache every time she saw him, and now he feels the same way.

Two strange little soldiers who seem to be playing another game.

In fact, Mo Shaoheng was also observing. As Zhao Yuning continued to follow Zhao Jingcheng on the stage, although he still didn't speak, his eyes lit up.

He should also like this game.

Changes may not be immediate, but it is good to have an effect.

Mo Shaoheng looked at the other teenagers again, who played similarly to Zhao Jingcheng, screaming loudly.

This game is like this, minions also have the gameplay and fun of minions.

It takes less than an hour for a competition.

When the competition was over, a group of teenagers were furious because they lost.

but……

"Just now, I almost pushed away the opponent's middle tower."

"No, I even sneaked up on the opponent's hero, but unfortunately I was cut down by the opponent with a knife. If our soldiers killed the opponent's hero, it would be so majestic."

Losing is losing, but it is still in full swing.

"One more game, one more game."

Usually let them practice martial arts, I'm afraid they have never been so active. I don't know how the elders in their family will feel when they see them. In the past, people who have broken a few sticks and don't have a long memory and hard work, now they take the initiative to pick up weapons and weapons. People are so hot that they can't stop.

However, their second match did not continue, because the eldest princess Zhao Jinhe came to borrow Feihua from Wuyi Lane.

She did follow what Mo Shaoheng said in the letter and sent a war post to those who made irresponsible remarks.

It's a bit too much.

The audience who got the news were also in an uproar.

The Hundred Girls Group, which made a lot of noise yesterday, is here again, and they are here to arrange flying flower formations.

There are a lot of people entering the flying flower formation this time.

It's a bit odd, but they just haven't seen enough yesterday.

Probably the happiest shop is the shop on the next two streets. The business is so good that they are too busy. They are all thinking about whether they should raise the price for the private room with a better location.

If Mo Shaoheng knew what they were thinking, his eyes would probably turn green with resentment.

The flying flower order still has the same rules, but the questions are changed to provide some jointly by both parties, and then draw lots to decide what the topic is.

It's fair and just.

Those who broke through the battle were still riding white horses across the street.

It looks so beautiful.

only……

It's just that the first person to enter the battle was defeated by less than one-fifth of the distance.

The reaction time of thirty breaths is too short.

The spectators were also taken aback, they watched Mo Shaoheng and Nanli's famous scholar Wen fight yesterday, the two rushed through like flying horses, and didn't stop until they were about to pass.

It's wonderful now, but the people who broke through the formation are not too good, I didn't expect you to rush to the end or go straight to the end like Mo Shaoheng and the famous Nanli, but you have to pass halfway Bar?

The formation is made up of women, all of whom are not very educated.

And those who entered the formation were also a little confused. When I watched Wendou yesterday, I didn't think it was too difficult. There was always a feeling that he could do it, but why...

The pointing around made people blush and had to back down.

I thought I could move Liangjing all at once, but I didn't expect this to be the result.

In fact, the people watching were also making excuses for him.

"Maybe this question is too difficult."

But... the second person, the third person...

They played one by one, and lost one by one.

"Maybe they are all unknown people? If I am a celebrity in Liangjing, it will not be like this."

Hearing this made people blush and feel ashamed.

How can someone who can make irresponsible remarks to the eldest princess be such an idle person.

Among them, there were indeed a few outstanding ones who made it far, but in the end they couldn't make it.

The flying flower formation is different from the Battle of the Three Streets in that its time is short.

It will take less than an hour for everyone to lose.

The eldest princess Zhao Jinhe is not very polite and does not need to be polite. These people provoked her first.

He said coldly, "Let's not talk about women in the future, you are not as good as women."

"It won't be too late to make irresponsible remarks when you have the ability to break through the Feihua Order."

That's what she's for.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet.

They all felt that the faces of those who entered the battle today were so painful.

Of course, this is what Zhao Jinhe chose to be extraordinary when he posted the battle post, and she dared not save any face for some people.

Today is just to make all those who dare to attack her feel more worried. Before speaking, they have to think about whether they can break through her flying flower formation.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to be posted by a group of women and dare not respond.

Yes, if you can't break through, it will be even more embarrassing under the eyes of everyone.

Mo Shaoheng looked at it and smiled, this dismount was a success.

Everyone also looked at their eldest princess in Beiliang, and they had heard rumors about the eldest princess being unmarried at such an age.

When I saw it today, such a woman actually had an eye-catching feeling.

In fact, many of the noble ladies were grounded because of yesterday's Wendou, but the Eldest Princess posted a post to invite them out, how dare those noble ladies' mansions refuse?

In other words, as long as the eldest princess Zhao Jinhe stood in front of them, they would not be afraid.

Today's Flying Flower Formation, although no one has broken through, but there are many people who have broken through, and the people who watched it are naturally all-inclusive.

Mo Shaoheng saw that there were quite a few people gathered, and after thinking about it, he just announced something.

He said loudly, "Everyone."

"From tomorrow onwards, our Zhenbei Palace will hold a three-street battle here every day."

"In other words, the registration for the first season of War on Three Streets has officially started."

Why did Mo Shaoheng dare to do this? To hold such an event in the city needs the permission of the imperial court or the saint.

Because the father-in-law who came to pass the decree yesterday casually mentioned, "The saint thinks that your three-street battle is good. It can improve the hearts of our Beiliang people to fight for martial arts, and it can also let the meritorious children learn strategic battle formations. Although it is somewhat different from the actual military exercises However, it can also play a role in training, the saint wants to form a team of princes, so that the princes can run the three-street battle brilliantly."

At that time, Mo Shaoheng was stunned for a long time, and he created a competitive game to increase popularity, which surprised even the saint.

This is also good, with the support of the sage, it saves a lot of trouble.

In fact, Mo Shaoheng didn't know that such a result was possible thanks to those old generals bragging in front of the saint, saying that they were scolding Fang Qiu, it was wonderful, just like they returned to the battlefield, strategizing , Siege the city and seize the territory, the saint became very interested.

Someone asked, "War on Three Streets Season [-]? What do you mean?"

A year is divided into four seasons, cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides, they naturally know, but what does it have to do with the Battle of the Three Streets.Mo Shaoheng replied, "This is our competition system."

"That means every three months is a season."

"During the season, we will find out which team is the strongest."

"In all seasons, there is one strongest team in each season. At the end of the year, the four teams will fight again, and then the final winner will be determined, and won the title of the strongest team of the year..."

Mo Shaoheng began to explain the rules.

Now that the sage is interested, he naturally wants to make it more colorful.

Everyone: "..."

They usually play a game of throwing pots.

I never thought that the game could still be played like this, to this extent.

Sounds great.

If any mansion had the strongest team of the year, no, even if it was the strongest team of the season, it would be enough to brag about for a long time.

The most rare thing is that this is an opportunity for warriors and counselors to make a name for themselves.

Literati have poetry and ci banquets, but there are too few opportunities for warriors to become famous, let alone counselors and military divisions. Basically, they have to rely on the emergence of a sudden army to be known in the world, and many people have been buried.

After Mo Shaoheng made the announcement, the members of the Wu Xun family were very happy. For example, if they wanted to play this game today, they had to go to Zhenbei Palace to borrow someone to maintain and host the game.

You don't need it in the future, just sign up directly.

But they felt that there were too many people signing up, no, they had to quickly form their team.

Probably the only one who was nervous was Zhao Jingcheng. He felt that his youth team... had no prospect. Zhao Yuning, this kid, was different from others.

Next to him, Zhao Yanqiu looked at Mo Shaoheng: "Why do you bother to make such a big fight? Your shop is out of business, so it's all at the expense of King Yan."

"Just dispatching so many people costs a lot every day."

Mo Shaoheng, who was quite happy at first, almost shed tears.

The key is not to admit it, "Maybe there will be business someday."

After looking at the sky, he led a group of teenagers back to the shop.

"We haven't had enough of it yet."

"That's right, we lost just now, we have to win back."

Mo Shaoheng pointed to the "commanding platform".

A group of teenagers stopped talking, because the two old generals commanded them again, and they would not let them be soldiers.

Mo Shaoheng asked, "Are you hungry?"

Fifteen teenagers rubbed their stomachs, "A lot of them are really hungry."

Mo Shaoheng said, "Come back with me and watch the game while steaming buns, or should I have someone send you back home?"

A group of students: "It's still early to watch the game."

Back at the shop, the fermented dough was almost done, and the stuffing for the buns was ready.

Smoking a stool, let these students learn how to make buns while watching the game.

"This is a steamed stuffed bun? It's so strange, and I still have to stuff vegetables into it. Why do I make it different from everyone else's?"

"Oh, I'm calling, I'm calling, come in quickly, don't get hacked."

It was very lively.

Someone asked Mo Shaoheng, "Will you take us to skip class tomorrow?"

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, before today is over, he started thinking about skipping class tomorrow.

He poked the student's forehead with his finger, "I brought you out today, and I still don't know how to explain to the sacrificial wine."

The student touched the poked forehead, feeling very strange, no one had ever treated him like this before.

Nan took a look, and his young master liked to touch people's foreheads the most.

Turning his eyes, he stretched out a finger and tapped the student's forehead, "Clingy."

The student was stunned, and then smiled and touched other people's foreheads, "Clingy."

The happiness of young people is very simple.

Wait until the buns are steamed.

Exuding heat, the white and beautiful buns exude the unique aroma of food.

"It's quite delicious." The skin is soft and the stuffing is fragrant.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, these meritorious disciples thought it was delicious, and his steamed stuffed buns would definitely sell well, ordinary people should like them.

"Isn't this made from cooking cakes? Why is the taste completely different?"

Cooking cake is too hard, which is much easier to eat than cooking cake.

Mo Shaoheng glanced at the student who was speaking, "It's wheat, why don't you distinguish between the five grains?"

After finishing speaking, I started to talk, "There are three most common staple foods in Beiliang, millet, wheat, and beans."

"Among them, millet and rice are the main ones. Do you know why?"

"Because the weather in Beiliang is hot and dry, it is the most suitable for planting millet. There is a saying in ancient poems that only green hills are dry and dead bamboo, but no millet is dead on the ground. It can be seen that millet is the most resistant to drought. Unfortunately, the yield of millet is not high. root cause of poverty."

"There are records in "Supplements of Relics"..."

Mo Shaoheng also talked about the records about grains in "Supplements to Relics".

Eating flour milled by their own hands, noodles blended by their own hands, and buns made by their own hands, a group of teenagers actually listened with gusto. They don't seem to be rebellious when they doze off after class.

Zhao Yanqiu was stunned for a moment, he naturally heard that Mo Shaoheng was talking about "Supplements".

So, Mo Shaoheng did so many things, even leading students to skip class, for this reason?

He believes that these students will definitely have a deep memory of this lesson today, and maybe they will have an impression in their lifetime. After all, they personally participated in the experience, and they are all meritorious children of nobles. It is impossible for them to make food by themselves.

He couldn't help but cast a weird look at Mo Shaoheng.

This person is different from other people in the world, and what he does seems to be a powerful and unconstrained style, but it has a profound meaning.

Mo Shaoheng is summing up, "One bun can be eaten in three or two bites, but you have seen how difficult the process of making a bun is, not to mention the people who grow the ingredients, need to harvest once a year, and turn their backs every day loess……"

"You are likely to become officials in the future. Only when you know the hardships of the people can you really govern one side well."

"Don't even know the five grains, it's a joke."

Zhao Yanqiu's eyes became more and more strange.

Mo Shaoheng said, "What?"

"The ultimate purpose of reading is to understand the truth, know right from wrong, distinguish between good and evil, and open up a prosperous world."

"It doesn't have to be read as it should be, it's the cart before the horse."

A group of students kept nodding their heads, which can be said to go to their hearts.

After eating the steamed stuffed buns, it will be almost the end of the day. Let someone send these students back.

They almost cried one by one, "You must come and take us to skip class tomorrow."

Mo Shaoheng didn't answer, because he made a fuss today, and the Guozijian doesn't know what's going on tomorrow.

Mo Shaoheng also took Nan Yi to return to Zhenbei Palace.

Walking out of the shop, I couldn't help but be taken aback.

Because there were not many people on both sides of the street, there were actually several extra figures.

A few... little beggars, even younger than Nan Yi.

When the little beggars saw someone, they quickly shrank into a corner in fear.

They came here to try their luck because there were so many people here, but the other streets were crowded with people, and they thought they were dirty and smelly. They saw that there were no people on this street, so they walked in to take a rest, and then continued to beg .

Mo Shaoheng looked at the youngest of the little beggars, probably only about five or six years old.

Ask Nan Yi to fetch some steamed stuffed buns.

Mo Shaoheng handed over the steamed stuffed bun, and the little beggars were obviously a little surprised and a little scared, but they still took it.

Maybe I was really hungry, and I didn't care about other things, so I just stuffed it into my mouth.

"Really delicious."

But took two bites and stopped.

Mo Shaoheng was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Let's eat."

A few beggars shook their heads, "There will be nothing left after eating, I have to save it for tomorrow."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

In this weather, I'm afraid it will be sour until tomorrow.

It's hard to say anything, maybe the life of begging is like this every day.

It's not that Mo Shaoheng has never seen beggars before, but it's rare to see so many beggars at such a young age.

I couldn't help asking a few questions.

Maybe he thought that Mo Shaoheng gave them food and they were good-looking, so he answered without a word.

"We've all been local beggars for several years."

Pointing to the youngest one, "Douzi just came."

The little beggar named Douzi said, "Our family has too many brothers. My mother said she can't support me, so she doesn't want me."

"They stuffed me into the city, saying that I might survive by begging in the city."

Using the youngest voice to say the most tragic and soul-touching words in this world.

Mo Shaoheng didn't even know how he felt at this moment.He was born in the top duke's family in this life, even if he went to Nanli in trouble, he still lived a prosperous life.

Mo Shaoheng asked, "Where is your home?"

For some reason, Mo Shaoheng felt somewhat incomprehensibly flustered when he asked this sentence.

Douzi replied, "Xunzhou."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

He finally felt what it was like if I didn't kill Boren but Boren died because of me.

Mo Shaoheng reached out and touched Douzi's head.

Dou Zi was a little scared, he was afraid of getting his hands dirty, these days he also knew a little bit about what a beggar is like.

Everyone will hate him, don't want to approach him, and despise him.

Mo Shaoheng sighed, "Tomorrow, you guys will come to this street again."

"If there are any little beggars your size, call them too."

The few Yingwei who followed opened their mouths. They knew that their elders were kind-hearted, but there were not many little beggars like this in Liangjing.

The current situation of their Zhenbei Palace is not optimistic.

But in the end he didn't speak.

Why these veterans are so determined to follow Shizi's side, isn't it because Shizi is different from others.

After making appointments with several little beggars again and again, Mo Shaoheng left.

Feeling a little depressed along the way.

When he returned to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, he immediately received a letter from Guozijian telling him not to go to Guozijian tomorrow.

Originally, Mo Shaoheng had guessed this situation, and had already thought of a way to deal with it, but at this moment, he was not in the mood at all.

……

On the second day, Guozijian.

As soon as Zhao Jingcheng and the others arrived at the dormitory, someone came to inform them that the four teaching assistants would not be coming today, and vaguely expressed that they were afraid they would be punished.

This would annoy a group of bullies who couldn't sleep all night, waiting for Mo Shaoheng to come and take them to skip class.

Just run outside.

This is the peak time for students who come to attend classes to enter the Imperial College.

As soon as they went out, they were stopped by the doctor of literature in the next door.

Zhao Jingcheng kept jumping up, "Why?"

"Our four teaching assistants only taught us for one day, why are they gone?"

The doctor of literature thought, why?

Mo Shaoheng did such a deviant thing, how could the Imperial College tolerate him?

He couldn't help complaining a few words, and even a proud student named Xu Hongen next to him muttered, "Leaving students to skip class, how can there be a teacher who teaches like this."

Zhao Jingcheng got a little irritable with anger, the key is that he still said that he couldn't win others.

But it doesn't matter, Zhao Jingcheng took a few steps back, pulled Fan Shen behind him, and pushed forward, "It's your turn, beat him to death."

Although he didn't get along with Fan Shen, he had to admit that Fan Shen was in the same line as his grandfather, and his mouth usually made him so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Fan Shen straightened his body, "May I ask you, Linjiang Immortal is the most talented person in Beiliang, who can teach even if he doesn't know how?"

Zhao Jingcheng nodded vigorously, "No, if you think you can teach better than Lin Jiangxian, you go to fight with him first, and you can talk after you win him."

"Otherwise, you don't know how to teach without him, and you don't know how to teach yourself and let others teach. How can there be such a reason?"

The doctor of literature shook his beard in anger, he doesn't know how to teach?

"Which one of the students in my school is not talented?"

He didn't have the nerve to say, which one is not more talented than you, after all, none of these troublemakers has a simple identity.

Zhao Jingcheng: "..."

He looked at Fan Shen again.

Fan Shen looked at Xu Hongen next to the doctor of literature: "Can you know the five grains?"

"Do you know what are my staple foods in Beiliang?"

"Do you know why I grow corn in Beiliang instead of others?"

Xu Hongen was a little confused, what was he talking about?

"Why do I need to know this? When I'm hungry, someone will put the food in front of me. I wait for the scholars to read the books of the sages. I should have the ambition to help the sages govern the country, instead of caring about these trivial and insignificant things for a day..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Shen said, "I don't even know the five grains, I don't even know the hard work of the people. I'm afraid I can't manage a piece of land. How can I help the saints manage the country? It's just a joke."

"You just read books a little better than us, but you forgot that the essence of our reading is to understand the truth, know right from wrong, distinguish good from evil, and open up a prosperous world. You... have put the cart before the horse."

Zhao Jingcheng blinked, isn't this what Mo Shaoheng said yesterday?

He also listened, why didn't he think of using it to hate people.

Look, how righteous Ling Ran is.

The sacrificial wine of Guozijian came here angrily after hearing the news, but I heard Xu Hongen say, "Why should I know this, I am hungry and someone will put the food in front of me, I wait for scholars to read sage books, when I have ambitions Help the sage govern the country, instead of worrying about these trivial and insignificant things for a day..."

It made him stop in a daze. Is this the proud student taught by his Imperial Academy?

Then I heard the rebuttal of the little grandson of Fan Kou's family who was so headache.

For a moment, he was a little dazed, who is the pillar of his Guozijian training.

They taught people to read, but they didn't teach people to reason. They put the cart before the horse.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Who taught you this?"

……

At this time, Mo Shaoheng went to Bird Clothes Alley, and in Bird Clothes Alley, besides the cloth banner with "Ice Cream" waving in the wind, there was another cloth banner with "Baozi" written on it.

There were many little beggars standing in the alley.

Mo Shaoheng waved to the youngest one named Dou Zi, and looked at the dirty little beggars one by one.

Then he said to the veteran next to him, "Take them down and wash them up, and change them into clean clothes."

Veteran: "My lord, what are you?"

Last night, Shizi asked people to buy a lot of simple children's clothes, and asked the embroiderer in the mansion to change them overnight. He was still wondering what Shizi was going to do.

Mo Shaoheng didn't answer, but just said, let's go.

After waiting for a while, a group of little beggars who had been cleaned and changed into clean clothes stood in front of Mo Shaoheng, their faces full of doubts.

They also heard Douzi and the others say that a kind person gave them food here, so they followed to try their luck.

Mo Shaoheng said,

"In the future, you will have food every day and a place to sleep every day."

The veteran couldn't hold back, "My lord!"

Mo Shaoheng shook his head, and led a group of beggars towards the warehouse. In the warehouse, Uncle Yu, the craftsman, was also knocking and making a very strange bunk bed.

Mo Shaoheng said: "You can sleep here in the future."

Only then did these little beggars realize that although it was a warehouse, it was very clean and spacious, and there were no leaks or holes.

Compared with the eaves of the ruined temple where they lived before, I don't know how many times better.

The point is that even if they live under the eaves of a dilapidated temple, they still have to be chased and beaten every day. There is no way for them to resist because they are too young.

Not to mention, they made beds for them, and they wore new clothes, which were the cleanest and newest clothes they had ever worn.

The veteran really doesn't know what to say, the cost is too great in the long run.

These little beggars also had disbelief on their faces.

They have experienced too many things that others can't imagine, even a little light makes them