Zhao Hao had already set off his masterly demeanor, but he was waiting for the two brothers to accept it and bow to him.

Who knew that if someone ignored it, he would turn around and leave, and he couldn't even hold on.

Not only Sanyang, but also Zhao Hao was anxious.

He meow, let you go today, where will this young master put his face?

If you go back and talk nonsense, how can I spread pyramid schemes in the future... No, spread scientific knowledge?

"Stop it!" He slapped the table and called out to both of them.

"What are you going to do?" The two brothers turned around and glared.

"What am I going to do?" Zhao Hao sneered: "What do I want to ask you? If you don't say a word, you will leave after falling out of your butt. Could it be that you can enjoy this young master?"

The two brothers were really kind, and they thought to themselves that yes, they were wrong, and we were not very polite.

The momentum was half weakened, and when the brother muttered, "I want to become a disciple, not to play with a child..."

Shandong people are honest and the two brothers let Sanyang fool each other. I heard that their teacher is respectful, and I thought to myself that even if there is no white beard, I have to have a black beard, right?

Do you dare to pretend to be a hairless person?

"Be careful with your words!" Sanyang was furious when he heard this and shouted to the fierce man: "Keep respect for our teachers!"

"It's your teacher..." When my brother protested.

"Yes, I won't call someone younger than me a master." The long-legged man nodded, agreeing deeply.

Now Sanyang is so angry that their youngest ones are in their early twenties, but they are all a little older than their master!

"Every year of imperial examination, there are many older students than Master Fang. I have never seen an old student think that Master Fang is young, and he is still the teacher called each other?" The elder brother said unhappily:

"Even if there are some orders of hearing the truth, the master doesn't understand it as a teacher, and he is so embarrassed to say that he is a scholar!"

"Shang Qin is only four years younger than Confucius, Zhou Chu is more than Lu Ji, and Lu Yun is more than twenty years older!" The third junior brother also curled his lips and said, "Acquiring a master is about learning, not age."

"No, it depends on age, that's simple. How good is it to be your grandma?" The second senior brother showed his usual uncontrollable style and opened his mouth and sucked.

"You!" The man's forehead was leaping with blue veins. Fortunately, the gentleman didn't act. He still resisted the urge to hammer the guy and said with a slant: "No matter what you say, I won't change my mind anyway."

As he said that, he bowed deeply to Zhao Hao and said, "Sorry, I won't be a disciple anymore, I'll say goodbye."

"Hmph, after entering this door, it's not up to you to say whether to worship or not." Zhao Hao laughed strangely.

The two brothers discovered that at some point, a few men with fleshy faces blocked the door tightly.

"Why, are you still opening a black shop?" The fierce man was not afraid and tied the bottom of the cotton robe into his belt, looking like he was putting his horse over.

"I only heard that someone forced me to drink water, but I didn't hear that someone forced me to become a disciple." The long-legged brother also lowered his face.

"Then let you see it today." Zhao Hao moved his muscles and stopped pretending. He jumped up and squatted on the kang, and said in a deep voice:

"Not everyone can learn the knowledge of this sect. Even if you want to become a disciple, I may not be willing to teach you!"

"That's not right, just let me go." The long-legged man said in a muffled voice.

"I don't let you go because you dare to look down on me." Zhao Hao rolled up his sleeves and said with his neck movable: "If you don't let you convince yourself today, how can I carry the banner of science in the future?"

"That's right, the master of the family is specialized in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!" The eldest disciple hurriedly pressed his shoulders to the master and said flatteringly.

Hua Shuyang also sneered at the two of them and said, "Or you two knelt down and kowtow three times, and say grandpa, I'm wrong, that's fine."

"I, you..." The two long-legged brothers thought to themselves that this guy looked so immense, why did he deserve to be beaten?

Why are we so cheap? Calling a master is not enough, but you have to call a grandpa?

However, since Zhao Hao said that he had to become a disciple, the two of them calmed down and stood there with their arms in their arms, waiting for him to persuade him without saying a word.

"Sit down and stand there like two wooden stakes." Zhao Hao glanced at them in anger. He had to look up at them while sitting on the kang.

The two of them obediently took off their shoes and went to the kang, crossed their legs and held their arms and continued to wait for him to persuade them.

"Put down your arms, don't you sit there?" Zhao Hao glanced at the two of them coldly.

When he saw my brother, he felt a little embarrassed. He thought to himself, he really looked like a teacher...

He actually put his arm on his knees honestly.

This is called professional skills - teachers teach students, to put it bluntly, it is routine. Not only are specific knowledge routines that have been familiar with, but even the teaching methods also require a way of thinking.

It’s like a newly graduated female college student who set out to a high school lecture. If you don’t understand "Educational Psychology" thoroughly and then ask the old seniors for advice on how to control students, you will be angry and cry every few days by those bastard students.

Zhao Hao can shock these rebellious genius students, but also cannot do without these invisible but unfavorable routines.

Without routine, Wang Wuyang can make him vomit blood. How dare you accept so many apprentices?

What's more, in the past six months, he has completely entered the role of a teacher. Now every look and move has been tempered by three students and two nephews. It is no problem to suppress this solid-eyed long-legged brother!

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After a chaotic episode, the room finally returned to normal.

Cai Ming and others quietly retreated, and Zhao Shizhen served tea and snacks.

Wang Wuyang presented the prepared tea tray, and Zhao Hao set up a shelf to make kung fu tea.

The Ming Dynasty had just completed the transformation from making tea with tea cakes in the Song Dynasty to making tea with tea leaves, and the elegant and cumbersome way of drinking tea has not yet developed Kung Fu tea.

Even the snow waves that pay attention to home don’t have so many processes when making tea.

Zhao Hao found that every time he brewed Kung Fu tea, his three apprentices would look at him admiringly, and he knew that this was a weapon to show off. So he often soaked in person when he was a distinguished guest.

He even calmed down Wu Shilai in the previous episode, let alone these two young people.

Sure enough, when the long-legged brother saw that his tea-making method was like flowing water. Although he had never seen it before, he felt that there was a Zen meaning during the period.

The two of them thought to themselves that it seemed that this kid was really informative, so they couldn't help but put it away and underestimated it...

Zhao Hao asked casually while washing the cup:

"What are your names?"

"When I go back to this teacher, my name is Yu Shensi, and the word "Cao" Wuwang replied quickly.

"My name is Yu Shenxing, and the word "cao" is Wugui." The long-legged brother also said.

Zhao Hao's hand shook when he heard this, and almost spilled out water.

It turned out to be the future Shoufu Yu and his tough brother...

Well, I'm going to use the trick again.

If you blame Wugui, why should you be the chief assistant in the future?

This young master is not interested in being the prime minister, but he is really interested in being the master.

He took a deep breath, faced the strange gaze of the two of them, picked up the jade book from the red clay stove, poured boiling water high into the purple clay pot and said:

"Wuwang, I've heard some interesting stories about you."

"Oh, the teacher knows me?" Yu Shensi was very surprised. He was not even a juren. He just accompanied his younger brother to Beijing for the exam. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hao, a boy from the south, could know him.

"You were influenced by your father. You were a young man and read a lot of books. You especially like to write military scholars and write articles. You have a strong memory. You can recite it without forgetting it. Your talent is still above the younger brother." Zhao Hao smiled slightly, sorry, I learned this in my previous life.

"This, this..." Yu Shensi couldn't help looking at each other with his younger brother. Both of them were Duanfang gentlemen who were talking nonsense, so naturally they would not deny it for the sake of denial.

"My brother is indeed far more talent than me." Yu Shenxing sighed and said with sincerity.

"Then he..." Sanyang couldn't help but wonder. Yu Shensi was several years older than Yu Shenxing. Since he had higher talent, why did he wear a round neckline for younger brothers? Why did he wear a colorful shirt for a student when he was an older brother?

"Because this guy is a strong man." Zhao Hao used the first tea-soaked cup in the purple clay pot, just like telling the story of an old friend.

"When he entered the provincial examination at the age of nineteen, he forced the candidates to take off their clothes and barefoot because of the strict preparation of the test room. He treated the candidates as prisoners. He thought it was insulting, so he left in anger and vowed not to go to the tribute school again."
Chapter completed!