“Ning An, I think your boy is in the pit again!”

Wang Ning'an, this wrong, argued: "Dad, these people are under your heart and abdomen, hand to them the New Year's goods, let them feel your true heart, in order to fight for effectiveness."I know that a successful predecessor even personally sent a pay to his subordinates, and when they had finished, asked them whose food they ate and whom they listened to, and then the soldiers spoke in unison.

“Your forefather promised to be tired!”

Wang Liangjing did not have the intention to listen to Wang Ning'an's inspirational story, he just wanted to sleep well.

A successful top-runner is not able to cultivate three days and two ends, looking at the back of his father, Wang Ning'an feels that he has a long way to go.

After eating and getting busy, Ouyang Xiu asked for a batch of things to send.

I took the car to the 6th school.

As one of the youngest teachers in the school, there are few teachers in the school, especially those who are outside, and those who know that he is the initiator of those strange questions, are holding a bad stomach and want to find Wang Ning'an's trouble.

Seeing that his big model came, where could he let go, and in an instant, he would call his friends and lead his companions and block Wang Ning'an.One by one, a blow, a way to fight hard.

Wang Ningan was blind, the old man hated so much, and he failed too much!

Han Wei squeezed out from a group of people, he just passed Ouyang Xiu's assessment, squeezed into the six arts school, become the doctor's will to teach students, responsible for teaching the Poems.

“Brother King.”Han Wei was particularly enthusiastic, smiled and put Wang Ning Allah aside and whispered, "These little rabbits and cubs want to learn from their brothers, you may wish to show their hands and let them know that there is a heaven outside people!"

Wang Ning An Bai looked at Han Wei, “Dude, you’re making me ugly, aren’t you?”

“Where can it!”Han Wei hurriedly waved his hand, saying in a voice that only two people could hear: "My rich god, give 10,000 courages, and I don't dare to trouble you!"It’s not poetry, it should be easy for you.”

Han Wei swore that he really has no bad thoughts, you Wang Ning'an can write novels, can make up enlightenment books, full of business scriptures, can not even poetry?

Needless to say, Wang Ning'an will not!

He has goods in his stomach, but the problem is those classic good things, with a little less, who can be wasted in front of a group of children, and who knows what they will come up with, do they have poems?

Look at these little bastards, stammering and full of virtue, obviously holding a bad stomach, to find the field.

Wang Ning'an's eyes turned around, and my heart said that I would let you calculate?

He suddenly smiled, carried his hand, walked to the students, around a man's highest, shouting the most cheerful guy, turned two times.

“Your dress is hustle, isn’t it?“Ten dollars?”

“It’s thirty!”Ouyang Fao did not know when it came out and shouted.

Wang Ning An's old-age autumn, slightly shook his head.

“What do you do, how much do you earn each month?”

The boy stood still and smiled: "Sir joked, the students are still studying, and they have not made money."

“Is that the flower house?”

The boy held his chest high and proudly said, “Sir, is there a fault in the flower family?”

"It's not wrong, it's just not appropriate."Wang Ning was lightly.

The boy was even more unconvinced and angry: “Why not appropriate?”Please give advice!If the reason for the gentleman can't be persuaded below . . . . huh?"

He laughed coldly and did not say anything, but from the fact that he claimed to be "in the bottom" revealed a lot of opportunities.

Han Wei could no longer see it, and he could hardly repair the relationship with Wang Ning'an, so that the little rabbit and son were destroyed, but he could have abandoned his previous work.

“Song Wu, do not be disrespectful to the teacher.”

The boy left his mouth and lowered his head, "My nephew obeyed the orders of his uncles."

It's Han's son, no wonder it's so cross-sectional!

Wang Ning'an smiled more calmly, he did not pay attention to Han Wei, but smiled at Han Zongwu: "The ancestral virtue is certainly enviable, but the descendants are not good, and they will only lose the virtues of the ancestors."Han Gongzi, look at these students around you, no one is born to wear silk Shujin, but I dare say that among them, it may not be better than Han."

Han Zongwu picked up his eyebrows, and it was clear that Wang Ning'an's words made him very disapproving.The young master is a Han family descendant, admire the name of the drunken, only to run to the six art school, who can win me!

All complained that you had a bunch of strange questions, broke the matter of Han Da young master, Han Zongwu also hoped that all of them would answer correctly, impressing the drunken with a super strong attitude and becoming Ouyang Xiu's entry disciple.

Who knows that the dream is broken, not to mention, if it is not his righteous articles solid, even there is no opportunity to enter the school.

Shame and shame, can not avenge!

Seeing that Wang Ning'an was still calm, he was even more angry.

"Sir's words to the left and right, he really does not understand, should I take off my clothes?"

“Right!”

Wang Ning'an slapped and smiled, "Bring the carriage."

Soon, the coachman rushed to the middle of the crowd, and when it was opened, it was full of wooden boxes, and the boxes were filled with brand new blue shirts.

Clothes made of coarse hemp, loose and fat, in the chest, embroidered with the "six arts" two words, compared to the clothing of ordinary people, not too much, Han Master from birth, did not pass through such garbage, small face is very difficult to see.

Wang Ning'an grabbed one of them and went to the middle of the students.

“A little bit, it’s not easy.The young man has never created a wealth, and he has only enjoyed it, and he is willing to cry out for it.”

"Six arts schools, there is no class to teach, teaching is the real thing, never look at the origin, nor the housekeeper of the world."Do not compare, do not spread, do not waste, do not do, single-minded to learn, work hard to advance, everyone is the same!"

"In order to prevent students from showing off each other and interfering with the learning style, from today, everyone wears uniform clothing, eats the same food from the inside out, and lives in the same dormitory, there is no special!"

Wang Ning'an said, his eyes were like a torch, sweeping everyone present, "I heard that some of you have brought the book children to come, it is very bold!"Are you here to study or are you a young master?Do you have the right to enjoy?”

Many students were asked dumb, one by one, bowed their heads and dared not look at Wang Ning'an.

The more we Wang Erlang said, "You all listen to me, step into the door of the school, you are ordinary students, out of the door, you have to become a person with real skills!"Forget your family, forget your wealth, all that interferes with learning, forget all about it.”

“Do you hear clearly?”

“It is clear.”The students agreed.

Wang Ning'an waved his hand, "Send them the shirt, feel what I said, and in a few days I will come to check, who dares to violate the law, immediately get fired!"

After that, Wang Ning went away, leaving a group of people full of stunned.

Looking at Wang Ning'an's back, Han Weilian nodded his head and was surprised.

Han Jiasheng, but the descendants of the descendants have begun to be lazy, lying on the credit book, pointing to the shade of the ancestors, living a luxurious life, completely do not understand the hardships of the ancestors of the road.

In the long run, the Han family will be as hopelessly decaying like those gates.

Wang Ning'an's words, no less than the yellow bell, come to the six art schools, is right!Wang Erlang is not only talented, the vision is even more extraordinary, no wonder the royal family can re-enable it!

Han Wei completely forgot that Wang Ning'an still did not understand poetry, can he not understand?That's modesty!

“What Mr. King has said to you, the most reasonable word!”Han Wei coughed twice, pulled his chest straight, and turned his back to his hand, learning Wang Ning'an's tone: "Don't look at yourself too much, give me honest."Can you not even compare a little to Mr. Wang, and you can't see the gap?"

Then he glanced at his nephew and said it was you.

Han Zongwu was creepy, and the uncle, who always spoke well, also cursed?What I did wrong - yes, I want to challenge Wang Ning'an's poetry... He didn't do a single thing, a lesson with a gun and a stick, so he beats himself all these people to the water... Young Master Han is full of bitter water, Wang Ning'an, you wait for the next time, I must let you look good!