The world is a teacher

Early spring, Xijing.

Next to the bluestone brick official road, willows are blowing in the wind, and the goose yellow buds seem to be waiting for a shock.

The rain was so dense that people who were used to the heavy rain in Saibei didn't take it seriously at all.

Fang Na, who doesn't use umbrellas all over the street, is wearing a fluffy white robe and holding an oiled paper umbrella, which is really eye-catching.

The cold spring is expected to be cold, and the New Year in the north of Saibei is still cold.

Fang Ne had a handsome face, and walked on the street with a gentle expression.

Everyone is simply used to the phenomenon that high-ranking officials and dignitaries take to the streets from time to time these days. Those people, regardless of gender, are delicate and always wear an umbrella.

Everyone has been surprised.

Fang Na took a deep breath, and let it out lightly, the loneliness and anger that he didn't know how to vent dissipated.

The grass is green, still with rain and dew; the sky is blue, washed away.

No one does not say a good spring rain.

Fang Ne stopped, put away his umbrella and shook it, entered "Youjian Teahouse", and took a seat by the window.

The voice of the storyteller pointing to Chunqiu stopped suddenly.

Could it be that... you said you were tired?

Fang Na was a little surprised, and followed the storyteller's gaze towards the door.

The reason is that a young man entered the house.

Flourishing and shining.

This word is the only thing left in Fang Ne's mind.

The boy's starry eyes were bright, and he could suppress the romantic vigor of his appearance.A suet jade hairpin tied up the blue silk lightly, and the dark blue ice silk robe was embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf pattern piping, followed by an old servant in gray with an umbrella.

"Boom", there was a muffled thunder from outside the sky, bringing layers of dark clouds over the environment.

"It's raining."

Fang Na murmured softly, closed his eyes and felt it.

Heavy rain is coming.

The street was extremely noisy.

For a while, the stall owner was busy closing the stall, and the pedestrians were busy trotting to rush home. The figures were criss-crossing and rushing non-stop.

The sound of "tick tick" of light rain is gone.

The rain poured down from the green tile eaves, hit the gap between the green bricks at the door, and flowed away.

The young man seemed quite curious about this, and stopped to watch for a while before starting to walk.

A strong wind came suddenly, and the open wooden window shook and smashed against the wall, making a "bang bang bang bang" sound.

Everyone couldn't help but look over.

Fang Ne stood up, closed the window, picked up the umbrella and prepared to go out.

There were no vacant seats in the small teahouse. Seeing him get up, the young man brought his servants and came to sit here.

Hanging around in the deserted streets with an umbrella, Fang Ne was "invited" home by the boy sent by his elder brother less than half an hour later.

He already has some fame in this body, and was invited to be a teacher in his own college.

heaven and earth.He is really incapable of teaching others. Is it so easy to be a teacher?Besides, he is a modern person who has never been exposed to classical Chinese except for the college entrance examination. If you ask him to teach for a while, what can he teach?

A few days ago, when Fang Na just woke up, the eldest brother of the Fang family mentioned this matter, saying that he wanted him to make a decision as soon as possible, because he had already been delayed for many days due to illness, and it would be very inappropriate to delay any longer.

Fang Ne thought about it, resigning was impossible, so he had to bite the bullet.

Fang Ne chose arithmetic.

This is not bad, although it is superficial, Fang Na feels that with so many years of study, he can still teach mathematics by himself.

The system came about at that time.

In the form of a nearly transparent blue screen.

The contents of the display are as follows:

Task: Enter White Deer College to teach.

Reward: The host can specify the time and place to order a rainstorm.

After he chose mathematics, the display screen became a wooden bookshelf again.

It is full of PEP math textbooks from elementary school to university.

Fang Na, who was forced to copy the book with a blank face, couldn't help but sigh, and decided to teach the nine-nine multiplication table first.