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Chapter 295 Stealing flat peaches to offer to mother

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    ¡°Actually, Fang Jifan doesn¡¯t like mashed potatoes very much either, it¡¯s boring to look at.

    So he hurriedly asked people to take Zhu Houzhao's mashed potatoes away, and happily ate spicy and sour shredded potatoes and roasted beef with potatoes. However, he remembered that it would be nice to have wine at this time. This wine paired with roasted beef with potatoes also has a unique flavor.  ah.

    After eating and drinking, I left the dining hall and saw that Zhu Houzhao had really left and no one was there. I shook my head in my heart. Could it be that this time it really hurt his heart?

    ¡°That¡¯s not the case, after all, he is so strong inside

    In the evening, Wang Shouren and others came as planned. Seeing their mentor here, they all saluted.

    Fang Jifan just nodded towards them.

    Wang Shouren said: "Teacher, the night class is about to begin, wouldn't you say a few words?"

    Fang Jifan has always avoided teaching others knowledge.

    He didn¡¯t want to touch this new learning. He shook his head and said, ¡°I¡¯ve had enough for my teacher, let¡¯s do it next time.¡±

    "" Wang Shouren and others were no longer surprised, so they bowed again and said, "Teacher, please pay attention to your health."

    "Oh." Fang Jifan nodded lightly.

    At this time, Tang Yin said: "I wonder when Senior Brother Ouyang will come back?"

    "It should be soon." Fang Jifan thought for a moment and said, "Speaking of which, I am still looking forward to meeting him. After all, the relationship between master and disciple is deep."

    "Yes." All the disciples nodded and said, "Students are also looking forward to meeting Senior Brother."

    "Look at your eldest brother, at such a young age, you have already made meritorious deeds established virtues established" The last one, Fang Jifan, couldn't remember it. He touched his belly and looked at the disciples inquiringly.  .

    Xu Jing said hurriedly: "Speak up."

    "Yes, Liyan. Of course, he is not qualified to make speeches, but he can always make meritorious deeds and establish virtue. He has given the teacher face. You should learn more from your senior brothers."

    Everyone is busy claiming that it is.

    Fang Jifan patted his head and even forgot about Li Yan. It seemed that brain disease was really terrible and could actually damage his IQ.

    Fang Jifan had no intention of chatting with a few disciples anymore and walked away leisurely.

    Several students did not dare to neglect because the night classes had already begun.

    Liu Wenshan went to teach students today, while Jiang Chen went to teach stereotypes to the scholars who came here.

    Tang Yin, Wang Shouren and Xu Jing are only here to listen today.

    Scholars and scholars come here almost every night. As for Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan, two gentlemen who specialize in teaching eight-legged essay, almost all the courses require them to write eight-part essay by themselves. They ask one question every day. After finishing the writing during the day, they repeat it again at night.  Read each chapter and explain it.

    Liu Jie, the son of Liu Jian, never missed a single class and wrote an eight-legged essay every day.

    Writing a piece of eight-legged essay in one day is very labor-intensive, but he likes this kind of environment. At first, the writing was sloppy, and even the preface and the follow-up were inconsistent, but gradually he got used to it, and it turned out to be something like it.  .

    During night classes, the teacher would select some people¡¯s stereotypes to read, and then repeatedly preach about the good and bad aspects of this stereotype, which are also attractive.

    In fact, Liu Jie may not really want to come here to take classes to improve his eight-part writing skills. He wants to go to high school. He is already forty years old and has failed countless times. In fact, his heart has already become cold.

    It's just that as the son of the chief minister of the cabinet, he is humiliated and is usually too embarrassed to go out. The family gives him a halo, but it also gives him an endless burden. Therefore, he is lonely. He spends every day in his study, watching  Inexplicable books, thinking that I have been doing nothing all my life and still being locked up in this small cave, what a waste it is.

    Now in this environment, with a group of scholars, no one knows that he is Liu Jian's son. Occasionally, he plows the fields with others, drinks tea in the wine shop, chats, and comes to attend classes. It is a pleasure in life.

    The person selected by Mr. Jiang Chen today is Liu Jie. His eight-part essay was recited in public. There is no doubt that Liu Jie¡¯s eight-part essay was mediocre. Although many people did not make fun of him while listening, they still occasionally laughed.  He would smile, and that smile, although it did not imply any malice, proved the quality of this eight-legged essay.

    After Jiang Chen finished reading, he looked around and said with a smile: "What is good about this article and what is bad about it?"

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Everyone is embarrassed to talk about the negative points. After all, Liu Jie is quite popular, so they are searching for the benefits and thinking about the benefits: "Liu Shengyu's articles are all solid."

    "Well, everything is stable" Jiang Chen nodded in agreement.

    "Liu Shengyuan"

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    Zhu Houzhao picked up a fries and put it into Zhu Xiurong's cherry mouth: "Come on, sister, have a taste first."

    Zhu Xiurong turned away and said, "Don't eat it, it looks greasy."

    Zhu Houzhao was a little annoyed and wanted to show his teeth, but after a moment, he gave up again and kept smiling playfully: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat it, my brother grew it himself. If you don't eat it, my mother and I will eat it."

    " It is common for Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Xiurong to play tricks on each other. Empress Zhang has long been used to it. There is no need to think about it. God knows what strange things Zhu Houzhao did in the past few days!

    Queen Zhang looked at the fries, her eyes moving.

    Actuallyshe is not very interested in the so-called eating. Royalty, what has she never eaten?  Is it rare?

    But when Zhu Houzhao said that he had grown it himself, Empress Zhang couldn't help but be a little more concerned, and couldn't help but ask: "What is this called?"

    "I call it potato." Zhu Houzhao replied honestly: "But I think the name is tacky. It should be called General Fruit."

    As soon as he heard the words Fang Jifan, Zhu Xiurong's eyebrows trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to raise his eyes, but they quickly lowered them again without showing any expression.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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