Chapter 20 Ambition of a Wolf, a Man of My Generation

On the bullock cart, a humble and polite young man was talking with Kong Jia,

"Sir, why do you want to go to a Zhuangzi to teach this time?"

Kong Jia hesitated to speak, the young man in front of him had a special status.

The matter between him and Qin Shihuang is not easy to explain clearly.

So back,

"My Confucianism is to educate the people, whether it is in the city or in Zhuangzi, it is the same."

"It's just that I'm sorry to bother you this time, sir."

The young man's eyes flickered slightly, and he returned with a smile,

"Mister calls me Zhao Xie, and I happen to see the suffering of the people."

Kong Jia nodded appreciatively and said,

"It's good if you have this heart, don't be impatient in everything."

Zhao Xie nodded yes.

The bullock cart moved forward, and in the evening, a Zhuangzi appeared in front of us.

Bursts of lively voices came from inside.

No matter where it is, if nearly a hundred teenagers gather together, it will be very lively.

Inside Zhuangzi.

Zhao Lang looked at the bustling scene in the yard with a smile on his face.

Wangcai is distributing porridge at this time.

Zhuangzi's dinner is a bowl of porridge.

Under Qusi's supervision, everyone lined up in two lines in a neat manner.

"My lord, let me serve you a bowl of porridge first."

Seeing Zhao Lang, Wangcai rushed to show his hospitality.

Others naturally have no opinion.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

"Everything has a first come, first served, you serve everyone porridge first."

Wangcai can only continue to share porridge.

When Qusi heard this, he took a slight look at Zhao Lang.

Today there are several servants to help. Although there are more people, the speed of distributing the porridge is faster than yesterday.

Not long after, everyone got the porridge, only Qushi and Zhao Lang were left.

Looking at the little porridge left, he swallowed, but said,

"Patriarch, you go first."

Zhao Lang still said with a smile,

"I said, first come, first served."

Go to hell, no more excuses this time, just take a bowl of porridge.

At this time, only some porridge water at the bottom is left.

"Young master, I'll cook another bowl for you."

Wangcai said quickly at this time.

"Isn't there just one bowl here? Just give it to me."

Zhao Lang said about the last remaining porridge.

Wangcai's face showed embarrassment, he really didn't want his young master to eat the leftover food.

But what happened yesterday also let him know that he couldn't refuse.

So he could only serve porridge for Zhao Lang.

After getting the porridge, Zhao Lang, like everyone else, squatted in the yard with a bowl and began to drink.

The boys and girls in the yard peeked at Zhao Lang from time to time.

When entering Zhuangzi, everyone was shocked by such a big Zhuangzi.

After they entered Zhuangzi, they were told by Heifu and the others that this person who seemed to have stepped out of the painting was the owner of Zhuangzi and their patriarch.

From now on, they must obey his orders.

But shouldn't the Patriarch be superior?

Now the head of the family actually eats their last leftover food and squats with them.

And it's not the first time.

Being stared at by dozens or hundreds of eyes, no matter how dull Zhao Lang was, he could still notice it.

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

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

It's good to get along for a long time.

Zhao Lang looked at Qusi, who was licking the bottom of the bowl.

Action is very natural.

"Not full?"

Zhao Lang asked.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at the porridge left in Zhao Lang's bowl, and said insincerely,

"No... I'm full.

"

Zhao Lang said immediately,

"That's a pity. I can't drink half the bowl of porridge. It seems that I have to throw it away."

"fall down?"

To die, his eyes widened.

Zhao Lang laughed and said,

"Why don't you help me down."

Go to hell without even refusing, took Zhao Lang's bowl, and replied loudly,

"Yes, Patriarch!"

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 his stomach.

"My lord, there is a bullock cart outside the door, said to be the teacher."

At this time, a servant came to report.

"Sir, is it here? It's so fast!"

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

"Let's go, let's go to greet you."

It's no wonder that Zhao Lang was excited. In the past few days, he has figured out the status of scholars in Daqin.

Just look at the whole Zhuangzi, except for Uncle Fu and a cashier, including himself, all of them are illiterate!

Simply terrible!

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

"welcome!"

Zhao Lang directly stepped forward to shake hands, wanting to express his enthusiasm.

The two people on the opposite side were stunned.

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

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

The old man was Kong Jia, and Kong Yi was his made-up name.

Zhao Lang was already immune to such strange names as Da Qin.

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

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

Kong Jia was also taken aback.

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

Zhao Lang said with a smile at this time,

"Our ancestors have said that there is no distinction between education and education. 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 current leader of Confucianism.

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

So back,

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

"Then we can start tomorrow."

"But you need to ensure that you need at least two hours of study time every day."

Although Kong Jia didn't know why there were so many children in this village.

But children of this age are already in the labor force.

Now that it is almost time for spring plowing, so many people will not be idle.

So he must let the other party in advance to ensure the child's study time, otherwise, this kind of study will be useless at all.

"Two hours?"

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

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had been in high school in his previous life, and studying was like risking his life.

Now I only study for four hours a day, this is a joke.

Kong Jia thought that Zhao Lang disagreed, so he frowned and said,

"One and a half hours, no less."

Zhao Lang stared, and said,

"No, at least four hours!"

Kong Jia suddenly opened his mouth slightly.

Zhao Lang continued,

"Sir, that's it, at least four hours of classes every day."

If it wasn't for thinking about physical training, Zhao Lang would have spent even longer.

Kong Jia was stunned for a moment, then returned,

"Just listen to the young master."

Only then did Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction, and said,

"That's fine, sir, take a good rest today and start teaching tomorrow."

Then he left.

After Zhao Lang left, Kong Jia asked Zhao Xie who had been silent just now,

"What do you think of this Young Master Lang?"

Zhao Xie looked at the direction Zhao Lang left, and said,

"Wolf ambition, people in my generation."