After Yang Ying left the school angrily, she came to a manor adjacent to the Governor's Mansion. When she walked in, the guards on both sides clasped their fists and saluted.
She kicked open the side door and entered the inner courtyard, but saw that the hall was empty. She pulled a servant and asked strangely, "Where is my brother? Where did he go?"
The guard hurriedly replied: "Mr. Yao is here, and he seems to be teaching Duhu some knowledge."
"Mr. Yao?"
Yang Ying was taken aback, and unconsciously lowered her voice.
Just at this moment, a seventy-year-old man walked out slowly from the inner hall. His expression was calm, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in the affairs of the world.
When Yang Ying saw him, she bowed politely and said, "Mr. Yao."
Mr. Yao raised his hand to return the salute, and said, "Yang Weiwei."
Yang Ying asked anxiously: "Mr. Yao came out so early, is there something wrong with my younger brother? Tell me, sir, and I will teach him a lesson." She said, waving her small fist.
Mr. Yao said: "No, the governor is very good. I came here to tell the governor a lie. Recently, my father is not feeling well and needs me to take care of the bed. I'm afraid I won't be able to teach the governor when I come down."
Yang Ying was stunned, with worried eyes in her eyes, and said, "Is Mr. Yao's mansion not in good health again?"
Mr. Yao said calmly: "I have been coughing since the beginning of spring, but I recovered a little later, barely passed the medical examination, and now the condition shows signs of getting worse."
Yang Ying hesitated for a moment, and said, "Yes, but, at my uncle's place, uncle"
Mr. Yao said calmly: "The captain agrees."
Yang Ying was suddenly disappointed.
Mr. Yao glanced at her and said, "I heard Wei Wei went to class today?"
Yang Ying immediately raised her head and said, "Yes, my uncle arranged for me to go to learn a foreign language. My husband is also very good, but he is a bit strict."
Mr. Yao said: "Then study hard. Be strict, sir. It's a good thing for you."
He paused, and said: "Take care of the general guard."
Yang Ying gave a heavy hum.
She turned around, watched Mr. Yao go out, and looked at the somewhat bleak back. For some reason, her nose was a little sore, and her heart always felt a little empty.
After a long while, she snorted and said angrily, "My brother must be angry with you, otherwise why would you leave!"
She turned around and walked in with big strides. The attendants at the side all saw her like this and dared not stop her.
Rushing to the inner hall, I saw a handsome boy about ten years old sitting on it, with single eyelids and slightly golden eyes, wearing a majestic governor's uniform, wearing a crown with a necklace hanging on his head, looking like a little adult. look like.
When the little boy saw her, he put down the things in his hands, stood up and saluted, and said, "Sister."
Yang Ying rushed forward in a few steps, grabbed her younger brother by the collar, and said sternly, "Tell me! Did you do something bad to drive Mr. Yao away!"
The little boy opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and then said anxiously: "Sister, Mr. wants to leave by himself, and I can't stop him."
Yang Ying looked at him suspiciously and said, "Really?"
The little boy nodded vigorously.
"well!"
Yang Ying let go of her younger brother, and sat down on the couch covered with thick brocade cushions in frustration. She was inexplicably upset, and her eyes were a little more confused.
The little boy walked up to her and asked cautiously, "Sister, are you alright?"
Yang Ying glared at him angrily.
The little boy looked at her again, and asked curiously: "I heard that my sister went to the school today. I don't know what it's like there? Is the knowledge taught by Mr. Yao the same as that of Mr. Yao?"
"It should look like it should."
Yang Ying replied impatiently, but then thought that she still had homework to do, and suddenly felt her head was going to explode.
She looked at her younger brother, rolled her eyes, and said, "Do you want to know what I learned today? Bring a pen and paper, and I'll tell you to write."
The little boy made two oohs, crawled to the front of the desk, brought the pen and paper, and looked at her eagerly.
Yang Ying coughed and began to dictate.
In the past, everything she learned went in with her left ear and came out with her right ear. She was not as smart as her younger brother, who could teach everything once and for all, so she planned to write as much as she could remember, and let her younger brother learn what she couldn't remember. Play casually, get confused and pass.
It's just that she was surprised to find that she had memorized all the things taught in school today, and said them without thinking.
After speaking, she felt herself?? thought it was a gift from the gods, but in fact it was a "scam" that had lasted for thousands of years.
Duan Mo looked at the front and thought that this was another reprimand issued by someone in the capital hall forbidding the worship of alien gods, but after reading this, he suddenly became interested. Sitting upright, he took a sip from his teacup, unfolded the newspaper, and continued to read.
It is written below that the god of "Wengnu" actually uses a kind of wood called "huli wood".
"Huli wood" is a kind of wood that grows near Anshan. It is usually used to make furniture, and it is found in almost everyone's home. But few people know that the core of Huli wood that is more than two hundred years old will have a weak vegetation spirituality due to its long age, so it has the ability to expel rats, snakes and poisonous insects.
The article said that perhaps the ancient aborigines discovered the function of the core of the Huli tree and carved it into a statue of a god. Later, they thought it was the god who blessed them, but in fact, it was themselves who blessed the people, not anything else thing.
And in the last paragraph, the article also teaches people how to distinguish the specific year and authenticity of Huli wood, as well as various ingenious ways to expel insects and ants when there is no such wood core.
Duan Mo was also stunned after reading it.
He finds it very interesting. In the past, most of the things published in newspapers were just and strict. Even the food introductions he liked before were very rigid. Fantastic article.
And the logic of the whole article is clear, the sentences are in place, and it is still humorous. There are also a lot of knowledge involved in it, which is by no means what ordinary people can write.
He couldn't help but move his eyes to the bottom, and saw that the signature there was "Tao Sheng".
He thought about it, he had never heard of this name before, and guessed in his heart that the other party should be the teacher or order of Taiyang Academy, otherwise it would be impossible to publish it in the newspaper of Hanmo Newspaper.
While he was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and then a man in charge hurried in.
He raised his head and said, "What's the matter?"
The steward bowed and said: "Yajun, the Sikou Yamen has asked the arsenal to allocate a hundred firecrackers."
Duan Mo took off his glasses, frowned and said, "I gave them a hundred just last month, why do I need them again this month?"
The steward sighed: "I don't blame them. I heard that a few days ago, the patrolmen found a place where the pagan cultists sacrificed. There was a battle between the two sides. It is said that more than 50 people were killed and injured, and more than 30 firecrackers were robbed. gone."
Duan Mo frowned and said, "So serious?"
The butler said helplessly: "There are also complaints from the Sikou Yamen Office, because such matters should have been handled by the Shenwei Army, but the Yajun also knows that after this discussion, the Shenwei Army said that it will be reorganized. gone back¡¡"
Duan Mo sighed: "This is putting pressure on the Dutang. It seems that someone in the Dutang is going to stand up and resign to appease the Shenwei Army." He thought for a while and said: "Call them, and then call They allocated an additional 100!"
The steward was taken aback and said, "Mr. Ya, isn't it too much?"
Duan Mo said in a deep voice: "Not much. If a weapon is broken, it can be rebuilt. If people are gone, everything will be gone. The lives of my people in Tianxia are much more valuable than those so-called pagans!"
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