The world is a teacher

Fang Na couldn't laugh or cry, he had little teaching experience, and he had never seen a student chasing someone's house to ask questions.

In the willow swing courtyard, the brook flies under the red bridge.Although the Fang family lived in a simple way, they did not give up on elegance. Fang Na and his servants moved the small table out to the shade of the willows, and then moved the bench over there.

"Thank you. Ayun. You can go to work." Fang Na thanked with a smile.

Ayun didn't speak, just hugged him and left.

The Fang family has few servants, and the family composition is simple.Mr. Fang had only one wife in his life and had two sons, him and his elder brother.Mrs. Fang usually lives in the academy. There are only the two brothers and a couple of servants at home, and they all grew up together, no matter how old they are.

"Sit down." Fang Ne asked, and sat down first, with pens, ink and books already on the table.

"What's the problem?" Fang Ne took his notebook and flipped through it.

"These are multi-digit multiplications arranged by Mr. yesterday. He told us to try to do them. It's very interesting. I remember Mr. said that we are not in a hurry to teach other classes in the past two days. They are just for us to think about for ourselves. I beg you sir to teach me more."

Fang Ne: ... a top student.

"Wait a minute." Fang Ne entered the bedroom.

When he is free these days, he has been copying textbooks and making lesson plans.

The multi-digit multiplication should have already been written, so he had to look for it, and wrote a lot, so he probably had to read it slowly.

Fang Na waved at him: "You take the pen and paper and come in too."

After he came in, he gave him another batch of papers and told him, "Look for the one that says multi-digit multiplication."

I also flipped through it slowly, I didn't know if I didn't read it, I was really shocked when I saw it, Fang Na was only responsible for writing for the first two days, and rested after finishing writing, it was all organized by Ayun for him, only after a closer look this time did I know It's already several stacks thick, when will I have to turn it over?

"...Are you in a hurry to leave?" Fang Ne asked while turning.

"Come with my father."

That is to worry about.

"Then you take it back first. You can just take it back another day." Fang Na stretched, yawned and was about to go to sleep. He has been very sleepy recently.

Li Hao: "...Sir, can I have a look at all of your manuscripts?"

"Yes, you can also excerpt and tell others, it's nothing, let's go, I'm sleepy."

Ayun appeared out of nowhere: "My lord, please."

Li Hao watched helplessly as his husband fell asleep like this, while he was "invited" out with a thick stack of manuscripts in a box.

On the way, I happened to meet King Wei Jiang and the eldest brother of the Fang family who came to call their son home.

Brother Fang: ...

King Wei Jiang: ...

Ah Yun salutes: ...

Li Hao: "Father, Mr. Fang."

Big Brother Fang: "Ahem, brother-in-law has always had a weird temper, so don't be offended."

King Wei Jiang had a strange expression on his face.

Li Hao couldn't help laughing: "No wonder, Mr. has a very good temper. After the morning class that day, he stayed with us for a long time to answer questions. Today, he borrowed my manuscript to read. Hao is very grateful."

Big brother Fang nodded, showing some satisfaction: "Your Majesty doesn't know something, he doesn't say he has a weird temper, he doesn't like to show others his manuscripts, and he doesn't like to communicate with others. My father and I already expected to agree to go to school that day. Besides, being able to lend the manuscript to the prince today is really unexpected."

Li Hao was a little surprised: "This...Hao really doesn't know."

Brother Fang waved his sleeves: "Then I will send the prince off, and the son will leave the mansion."

Holding the box, Li Hao was a little overwhelmed with thoughts, he inadvertently looked back at Fang Ne's yard.

In Qingxi Feiliu Courtyard, Fang Ne's figure was no longer visible, and Ayun stood in front of the courtyard, holding a book and reading.