Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

As soon as he raised his head and looked back, everyone suddenly looked back.

Zhao Lang didn't take it seriously. Now everyone is not familiar with him, which is a normal reaction.

The longer you get along, the better.

Zhao Lang looked at Death to the side, who was licking the bottom of the bowl.

The action is very natural.

"Didn't eat enough?"

Zhao Lang asked.

Going to die for a moment, looking at the porridge left in Zhao Lang's bowl, he said insincerely,

"No... I'm full."

Zhao Lang said immediately,

"It's a pity, I can't drink half of the bowl of porridge, it seems that I can only pour it out."

"fall down?"

Damn, his eyes widened.

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Why don't you help me fall."

I didn't even say a word of refusal, I took Zhao Lang's bowl and answered loudly,

"Yes, master!"

Then he took the bowl and went to the side.

Of course Zhao Lang knew that this half bowl of porridge must have gone into the stomach of the dead.

"Sir, an ox cart came from outside the door, saying it was the teacher who taught."

At this time, a servant came to report.

"Mr. here? It's so fast!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Lang's eyes,

"Let's go, go and meet me."

No wonder Zhao Lang was excited. In the past few days, he was able to figure out the status of a scholar in Daqin.

Just look at the entire Zhuangzi, except for Bo Fu and an accountant, including himself, all of them are illiterate!

Just horrible!

Zhao Lang walked quickly to the gate of Zhuangzi, and saw an old man with a young man in his early twenties getting off the ox cart.

"welcome!"

Zhao Lang stepped forward and shook hands, wanting to express his enthusiasm.

The two people on the opposite side were dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Fu Bo arrived in time to resolve the embarrassment.

"Old Kong Yi, this is my disciple Xie."

The old man was Kong Jia, and Kong Yi was the name he made up.

Zhao Lang was already immune to the strange names of Da Qin.

After introducing each other and settling down the two, Zhao Lang explained the situation of the child.

"There are as many as 95 people? And women?"

Kong Jia was also startled.

"And they have already passed the best enlightenment period."

Zhao Lang said with a smile at this time,

"Ancestors have the cloud, and there is no difference in teaching. Regardless of age, men and women, as long as they have the heart to learn, they should have the opportunity to receive education."

There was a strange look on Kong Jia's face. He was the fifth generation descendant of Confucius and the head of the current Confucian school.

Now it is interesting to be taught by someone using the words of their ancestors.

So back,

"What the son said is very true, it is old and narrow."

"Then from tomorrow, we can start."

"But it needs to be guaranteed that there needs to be at least two hours of study time every day."

Although Kong Jia did not know why there were so many children in this village.

But children of this age are already in the workforce.

Now that the time for spring ploughing is approaching, so many people will not be left idle.

Therefore, he must let the other party in advance to ensure the child's study time, otherwise, such learning will not work at all.

"Two hours?"

Zhao Lang frowned, in Daqin, an hour is almost two hours.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I have been in high school in my previous life, and studying is like taking my life.

It's a joke now that I only study four hours a day.

Kong Jia thought that Zhao Lang disagreed, and said with a frown,

"One and a half hours, no more."

Zhao Lang widened his eyes and said,

"No, at least four hours!"

Kong Jia suddenly opened his mouth slightly.