Chapter 1189 Learning is boundless
Li Ping'er, Ye Wushuang and Erniu walked slowly on this street full of willow trees, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
"This Liuye Village is really prosperous, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Li Ping'er, who has experienced all kinds of prosperity since childhood, did not deliberately lament how prosperous this village is.
But compared to the villages she encountered before, the experiences at Dawangzhuang were like a dream.
Ye Wushuang didn't say anything, but just quietly held Erniu's head, hoping that the child would not be abandoned by him in this joyful abortion.
After seeing Ye Wushuang's actions, several people in the crowd frowned.
Change a target.
After walking for a while, Ye Wushuang finally grabbed a pedestrian and found out.
"This fellow villager, where is the school in our Liuye Village?"
The man was wearing silk spitted out by some kind of spiritual silkworm in the fairy world, which was elegant and luxurious, but even so, many people around him dressed up like him.
The man was not annoyed when he was grabbed. He looked at Ye Wushuang and said.
"The Liuye Academy is just turning left in front of you, but I think you should be considered a little knowledgeable person in this outfit.
Since that's the case, don't go to Liuye Academy to insult yourself. You must know that this teacher is known as a scholar."
After reminding this person, he left directly.
"Then thank you sir."
Ye Wushuang was not annoyed, so he took the two tool people next to him slowly towards the academy.
Erniu sighed at this time and asked curiously.
"Mr. Ye, what is a scholar?"
Perhaps the flow of people around us is increasing, making the interesting and prosperous feeling appear in the hearts of two people, or other reasons.
Erniu, who was originally taciturn, actually asked at this time.
Ye Wushuang was also happy to see this child coming out of grief.
So it explains.
"In ancient times, people divided the knowledgeable people and then took the exam, and finally formed a saying about knowledge. Although Feng has no boundaries in wisdom, there is knowledge, and the ability to express inquiry is also an extremely important point in the assessment.
The title of scholar is located in the penultimate column. You must not underestimate this position. Tens of millions of knowledgeable people will not be able to make one."
Li Ping'er did not react at all.
She is already knowledgeable, has learned a lot of ancient clicks, and has also understood many ancient wisdom and other factors.
Now the god next to him, Dalian, is going to the academy.
Li Ping'er didn't have much opinion, because to her, the one next to her was a god.
No matter how strong the teachers in this school have, they cannot be as powerful as the god next to them.
During this period, Li Ping'er could understand clearly. Although her god said that she had sealed all her cultivation, no one could tell how much strength Ye Wushuang retained without a gentleman standing under the dangerous wall.
"Then are you going to compete with the teacher in that school and then grab his job?"
Erniu asked again.
, because in his impression, Mr. Ye next to him.
The stories told in class every day are quirky, but he really learned a lot of useful knowledge from these stories.
“No, no.
I just want to find a job that can make a temporary life, settle down and then take your time.”
To be honest, Ye Wushuang has no opinion on any location in Liuye Village, just like he came to Dawangzhuang.
The purpose is to allow the tool next to you to absorb more disasters and then use this to help you make a breakthrough faster.
Without the confinement of other forces, Ye Wushuang's emotions were vented at this time, and he also took this opportunity to put his emotions back to his past body again.
"arrive.
It seems that I will discuss with this teacher in the school next."
As soon as Ye Wushuang finished saying this, he suddenly heard a loud roaring sound coming from the academy in front of him.
"O ordinary man, ordinary man! If you are humiliated, you will not learn the learning of a saint."
Even though Ye Wushuang had not found out the real situation in the school, he understood why this gentleman was so angry.
Just like what she experienced when she was teaching those naughty kids in Dawangzhuang, if he hadn't practiced properly and had a sufficient state of mind, he would have been a little crazy long ago.
"How many people, is this?"
When Ye Wushuang just woke up, a short man suddenly popped out of the corner.
"Oh, in Xia Ye Wushuang, I plan to meet with the school teacher and want to make a living here."
This guard-like existence looked at the tall and thin Ye Wushuang in front of him. It seemed that because of the existence of the two people next to him, this person felt that the young man in front of him was not here to fight.
"Okay, everyone, wait here, I'll report to Mr."
Ye Wushuang bowed, although he was thanking him.
But the boy in the original group suddenly felt a soreness under his feet and threw himself on the ground.
He got up and looked at himself, unable to help but feel a little embarrassed, and disappeared into the aisle in a blink of an eye.
"Haha--" Li Ping'er was about to laugh, but suddenly she saw the god beside her and actually turned her eyes to herself, covering her mouth.
After Ye Wushuang stopped the silly girl next to him, he began to think again.
"It seems that although I have sealed my strength, I actually have my luck.
The power that the world blesses me still exists in a certain connection, but where does this connection come from?"
While Ye Wushuang was thinking, a furious voice came from the yard.
"not see!"
When Ye Wushuang heard the voice, she smiled slightly, and immediately stood at the gate of the yard and shouted.
"There is a path for the mountain of books and diligence as the path, and the sea of knowledge is endless and hard to make a boat.
I wonder if my poem that encourages learning can show that my husband is good and seek a job for me to make a living?"
Ye Wushuang's voice seemed to have exhausted all his strength, which made the surrounding streets hear such a poem.
Chapter completed!