"You only have to study for those three days, two days of studying, what can you do to study?" Tang's mother looked at her son with disgust.

After a meal, Tang Guangde and Tang Bohu and his son were left sitting at the dinner table together, saying heartily: "Bohu, Dad can see that your heart is not in this tavern. Although you pretend to be idle every day, Dad can see that you have something to do and that something is always hindering you."

"Dad, do you have to make the atmosphere so mad?" Tang Bohu poured wine for his father.

...

After a meal, Tang Bohu still could not disobey his parents' wishes. He was led by his father early the next morning and set off on the way to the academy.

The air in ancient times was very good. Tang Bohu walked on a country road. In the impression of later generations, Tang Bohu knew that the Ming Dynasty ruled the Central Plains for hundreds of years, and there were peace and turmoil! Now, under the rule of Emperor Hongzhi, this dynasty has been quite open-minded! The world is peaceful. As long as the little emperor Zhengde does not cause trouble after he takes office, the world will not be in chaos.

The academy is in the suburbs of Suzhou City, Tang Bohu finally saw this private school and saw a few familiar people!

"Brother Tang, such a coincidence! You are here to go to school?" Zhu Zhishan came here like he wanted to see a savior.

Looking at the black-eyed blue eyes on Zhu Zhishan's right eye, Tang Bohu couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with your eyes."

"Oh, I hit the wall when I went out." Zhu Zhishan covered his eyes and felt a little painful.

"Hiss... I can hit the wall so uniquely, it's only seen in my life!" Tang Bohu shook his fan, obviously not believing Zhu Zhishan's explanation.

"This kid is unwilling to accept discipline and refuses to come to school. That is because I am beaten up!" Zhu Zhishan's father said with an angry look at the whispering two children.

Zhu Zhishan pouted aggrievedly, "Brother Tang, I'm so miserable..."

"Ah... the family is unfortunate! The family is unfortunate..." Tang Bohu patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Brother Zhu! Brother Tang!" Wen Zhengming followed his father and arrived late. In this way, the three old men and three young men walked into this private school.

"I've seen Master!" The three young men saluted to the elderly Master.

"Yeah!" The old master nodded. After some etiquette and courtesy, then Tang Bohu and his friends accepted the eyes of their fathers, the three teenagers officially became students of this private school, and they would be beaten as long as they skip classes. Think about the previous life after graduating from university, and after looking back and forth, they came to school again.

The private school is right next to the field outside Suzhou City, and Tang Bohu and the other two sit in the private school.

"Brother Tang? Why do we have to make the last row!" Zhu Zhishan looked at the huge classroom and said, "There is a position ahead."

"The Feng Shui here is good." Tang Bohu said casually. As soon as he walked into the school, Tang Bohu unconsciously sat in the last row. This is the exclusive seat for bad students, and it is also one of the bad habits brought by his previous life.

"Do you still understand Feng Shui?" Wen Zhengming said in surprise.

"The Master is here, the Master is here..." Zhu Zhishan sat upright.

It was not until the Master stood in the classroom that Tang Bohu discovered that most of the classrooms were like that. Except for the serious Wen Zhengming, they were basically the kind of wandering around the world, which was no different from some college students in later classes.

Sitting in front of Tang Bohu was a fat little fat man, who seemed to be looking at the book seriously. At first glance, he looked at the serious but his eyes were full of spring, crossing his legs, breathing heavily and a little rapid.

It seems plain and unremarkable, but the energy in the lower three ways is surging, directly through the man's Yang Pass.

There is another small book inside this Book of Songs, and the women painted in the book wear very few clothes!

Looking at the fat and white arm, Tang Bohu couldn't help but squeeze it until the other party cast an unhappy look. Tang Bohu hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I can't help myself."

The little fat man turned around and continued to look at his little man's book.

The Master was shaking his head and reading the Analects of Confucius. Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan also talked without a word, from the south to the north, and from the creation of the world to the thousands of gods on earth, and an adapted version of the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf blurted out.

"Is this big bad wolf really with Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother?" Wen Zhengming asked in a low voice.

Zhu Zhishan: "Oh my God, this big bad wolf is too heavy to taste, and he doesn't even let an old woman go."

"It's not that good!" the fat man also interrupted.

"Yeah!" Tang Bohu nodded seriously and said, "From then, Big Wolf and his grandmother of Red Riding Hood have lived a happy and fulfilling life."

"Say one more, say one more!" The little fat man sitting in front had never heard of such an interesting story. He was as excited as if he had discovered a new world.

The three views of several teenagers are obviously on the same level, and the so-called smells are similar...

Just as the few people were having a good time, the old master stopped talking and stared at the few people and said, "You are the one who wrote that Luohong is not a ruthless thing, Tang Yin?"

"Boy, I feel that I am weak in talent, so I ask my master to correct me." Tang Bohu said this and understood that this master was very dissatisfied with his performance in class.

"If you can write such a poem, it doesn't look like a sage. Then I will test you today." The Master said, "Since you know how to write poems, I will give you a sentence, and you will answer it. If you are sorry, you will be punished by copying the Analects of Confucius a hundred times. What about?"

Yes!? People from the Ming Dynasty can already play with this?

"I will first ask the question!" The old master shook his head without waiting for Tang Bohu and said, "Hang the southern branches by himself, even if the two leaves are scarred, they can stand in the wind!"

Tang Bohu thought about the first half of the sentence. The first couplet of the old Master seemed to be implicit in the current Ming Dynasty officialdom. It seems that this old guy has great ambitions? After a few breaths, Tang Bohu said the second couplet: "Looking at the brothel alone, although his sleeves are breeze, the building is full of flowers."

"Good right!" Zhu Zhishan said loudly.

Wen Zhengming also thought: "I look at myself alone, and my two leaves are facing each other... It's nothing wrong."

The old master was also surprised for a long time and asked again: "I would like to ask for a few drinks of wine, it is as hard as a team of swans reaching the blue sky!"

"Hiss...What a difficult sentence." Everyone took a breath and looked at Tang Bohu in unison. They were already waiting for the classmate to make a fool of themselves in public. The old master seemed to have an excited smile on his face.

For some reason, Tang Bohu had a flash of inspiration in his mind and replied: "I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel."

"I met you! I actually met you?"

"But this sentence..."

The scene has been quiet for a long time...

"Ah hahaha!" The little fat man laughed first, "The eunuch went to the brothel? Hahahaha... I'm so laughing!"

The old master angrily pulled out a few beards from his chin and shouted loudly: "Who can you ask who you are?"

Tang Bohu shook his fan and replied, "I dare to ask Master, your mother's surname!"
Chapter completed!