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Chapter 5 Big Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 294 The Democratic Party**

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    Wang Xintai caught him tearing up his son's essay, and the content was inconvenient to talk about in person. Fang Bingsheng subconsciously said: "I tore up Fang Bowen's essay."

    "It's your son's." Wang Xintai's expression immediately softened. Don't talk about tearing up his son's composition, it doesn't matter even if he beats him up in front of the audience, then the fat man burst out laughing and walked over to the other person who was making out and gave him a fist hug.  , smiled and said: "Mr. Fang is a distinguished guest. He must be here to inspect the academy tonight. Everyone in Shiligou knows that you are a great talent with a thorough understanding of Chinese and Western languages. I can see that you have a very good knowledge of Chinese literature. Can you tell everyone about it?  speak?"

    His idea was quite simple: Fang Bingsheng was talented, and if Fang Bingsheng tore up his son's essay, he must be dissatisfied; dissatisfaction meant that this person had a better idea in mind, so he might as well speak up and listen. After all, Wang Xintai was teaching the Chinese course.  Because this is something that least requires Western literacy, and Confucians can also talk about it.

    "Research on Chinese literature? The 'the night gave me black eyes' thing?" Fang Bingsheng was stunned, thinking to himself, and then thought: He must find a way to smooth over today's matter, otherwise Wang Xintai will definitely ask Fang Bowen to write after the meeting.  What's the matter? Don't cause trouble for yourself, little brat.

    Thinking of this, Fang Bingsheng laughed, first clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xintai, then turned to the students and said loudly: "Gentlemen, I have also studied the imperial examination and Chinese literature, but my knowledge is poor. What I am talking about here is just to attract others. Please give me more advice.  Inclusion:

    First of all, topics such as "The Person I Respect the Most" and "Things That Make Me Unforgettable" are very common essay topics in the imperial examination and Chinese literature. They seem simple.  But there¡¯s a catch;

    The trap is that the adults who are marking the papers may have to read hundreds of the same articles a day. If you have no freshness, the adults will not be impressed. Therefore, the subject matter must be novel and start from a small place. For example, don¡¯t write about the pastor who respects you the most, or your  Parents, your brothers, this is a clich¨¦, and adults will find it difficult; you can write about the old nurse in school, who has no skills in his life.  But there is one bright spot: for example, he is very pious; you see he is so old, poor and miserable.  But he is happy and peaceful every day. This is the contrast, and it immediately catches the attention of adults. In fact, the person you respect most is not inferior people, but Jesus.

    This is called seeing the big from the small.

    But this way of writing is suitable for young gentlemen.  Because you have never worked.  Just graduated from high school.  I don¡¯t have enough knowledge; but if someone like me writes about it, who should I write about?

    I want to write about respecting Jesus the most!

    ¡°Jesus is God, wouldn¡¯t he be the same?  Will not.  You have to write about the various people around you: teachers, colleagues, superiors, and subordinates who all see the shadow of Jesus. Jesus is with the people around you, and naturally with you, as well as with our dynasty and era.  Yes, so what you respect most is the emperor, the empire and the era.

    This is called seeing the small in terms of the big.

    Why did I tear Quanzi¡¯s article apart?  Because they are all the same, they are all clich¨¦s. They neither see the big from the small, nor see the small from the big. Although I respect and admire all the teachers, they are very right and very good, but you can't use clich¨¦s. His article changed the protagonist of any one.  Elders, elders, pastors, and teachers are all fine, so I tore them up, wasting pencil and paper.  "

    Fang Bingsheng actually read this article from a textbook. After all, he had always wanted to be an official and had been studying the Chinese language examination.  Later, the fact that Fang Bowen praised Tan Tongen was exposed, making people think that his son was actually writing nonsense.

    When he finished speaking, the whole class was silent. Fang Bingsheng was a little embarrassed. He closed his mouth, waved his hands, and said with a forced smile: "I'm just talking nonsense, stop talking, haha. Actually, I'm here to ask my son to go home for dinner"  ¡±

    Before he finished speaking, thunderous applause rang out. Everyone was stunned by this high-level argument: After all, Feihuang Academy has just started, and no established cram school is as sharp in various subject studies. Fang Bingsheng¡¯s book was directly obtained from Tingtao by a friend.  It was brought from the academy, not for sale.

    Xiaobai jumped down from the podium, and the other party Bingsheng bowed and shouted excitedly: "I wish I had listened to Mr. Tao earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have been held back by the Chinese language last year."

    Wang Xintai clapped his thick hands, gave a thumbs up and said repeatedly: "As expected of a Western scholar! That's amazing!"

    "Master, please teach me Chinese when you get home." Zhou Tianen also walked up and shouted, his eyes full of admiration.

    Fang Bingsheng glanced at his son from the corner of his eye: The other party did not applaud. Instead, he was lying on the table wiping tears. His father tore up his article in front of his classmates. Could he not cry?

    "I just want to cry! You're stupid and silly, you're embarrassing me outside!" Fang Bingsheng cursed viciously, but with a smile on his face, he bowed to everyone.

    At this time, a young man wearing a mouse gray coat also squeezed over and wanted to shake hands with Fang Bingsheng.I have never seen this young man before. He has a fashionable parted hair, a nice dress, glasses, and shiny leather shoes. This guy is not from Shiligou at all, but he looks very elegant. Fang Bingsheng hesitated.  Shake hands with the other party.

    "Is this gentleman specializing in teaching Chinese?" the young man asked.

    "No, I work as an accountant at Shuihuo Store," Fang Bingsheng hesitated and asked, "What do you call me?"

    "He is Hu Tian, ??my follower. He graduated from Huiwen College and will take the imperial examination this year." The fat man Li Mingjian said with a smile.

    "Huiwen! What a good school!" Fang Bingsheng immediately felt respectful. The college was from the Methodist Academy, no less than Peide. But he immediately turned around and took the initiative to hold the little fat man's hand.

    This guy could make a Huiwen graduate work as a follower, which started to awe Fang Bingsheng. He was just overwhelmed by the anger of the poor classroom order, and now he started to change Li Mingjian's position from a troublesome child to a noble person: "This  Sir, what do you call me?"

    Fang Bingsheng changed the title of the little fat man to "Sir sincerely", but Li Mingjian took a step back and asked with some fear: "Don't you remember me?"

    "I remember you? Have we met?" Fang Bingsheng's outstretched hand froze there, confused.

    "Ha, noble people tend to forget things. Mr. Fang." Li Mingjian curled his lips with some hostility and said, "Hu Tian, ??it's time to go home for dinner, let's go." After that, he went on his own.

    In front of the wooden building, Fang Bingsheng and Fang Bowen stood side by side at the door, smiling and waving goodbye to the Zhou brothers.

    "Master, I will ask you to run tomorrow morning." Zhou Tianen shouted.

    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll wait for you!¡± Fang Bowen responded.

    "Haha, this kid! Don't let Tianen call you young master again. You'll never remember it." Fang Bingsheng lovingly touched his son's head and laughed.

    But as soon as the two of them got into the door, Fang Bowen shouted: "It smells so good! What to eat?" With a smile on his face, before he took off his schoolbag, Fang Bingsheng kicked his son hard in the leg socket from behind.  .

    Fang Bowen exclaimed and fell to his knees on the ground. Fang Bingsheng slapped him twice on the face with a cold face, and then kicked him several times.

    Fang Bowen, who was beaten, lay on the ground half-covering his head. He raised his head to look at his father, his tear-filled eyes full of confusion.

    "What a disgrace! Let you read comic books! Let you write that kind of bad article!" Fang Bingsheng cursed through gritted teeth and slapped him twice. Because he was afraid that the neighbors would hear him, he deliberately lowered his curses to let the insults in the darkness escape.  Hissing like a poisonous snake spitting out its seeds.

    "What's going on?" My wife, who was clearing the dining table, came over and asked in surprise.

    Fang Bingsheng growled at his son: "Kneel down!"

    He turned around and went to eat. Halfway through, he stopped again, turned around, pointed at his son and cursed in a low voice: "Why are you calling me young master? Do you have an official position? Do you have a manor carriage? Shameless! Shameless!"

    Deliberately suppressed sobs rang out from the dark shadow of the oil lamp. It was Fang Bowen who was crying on his knees. He didn't dare to cry too loudly, because crying loudly had been repaired countless times in the mansion.

    "I beat you and insult you, but you can't cry; even if you cry, you can't annoy me, and you can't make it loud enough for others to hear and embarrass you.  ¡ª¡ªThis has always been Fang Bingsheng's attitude towards his son.

    "What happened to Tian En?" My wife still didn't understand what happened.

    Fang Bingsheng sat on the bed, picked up the wine his wife poured and drank it all in one gulp, and said, "It's nothing, I'm upset."

    Because his father was upset, Fang Bowen was beaten and knelt on the floor for two hours.

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    While Fang Bowen was kneeling and sobbing in the darkness, the Qiufeng Church's carriage stopped at the door. Wang Xintai, Wang Xian and their father walked towards the carriage outside. Wang Xintai nodded frequently and laughed.

    "Well done, let the man named Tan go against me!" Wang Xintai said through gritted teeth.

    "Cousin, is this okay? Will ordinary believers gossip?" Wang Qian was a little worried. He kept stroking his hair backwards, showing that he was very nervous.

    "What do you care about ordinary believers? Your brother is stamping his feet here, causing three earthquakes in ten miles of ditches!" An old man with a face like a shriveled date shouted from behind, because his front teeth fell off and leaked air, making him hiss every time he spoke.  Yes, he is Wang Xintai's father, but compared with his obese son, his hard life in his early years made him extremely thin and weak.

    Wang Xintai did not agree with his father's statement. He thought for a while and said to Wang Qian: "Recently, you have been looking for Zhou Lizai to listen to sermons and hang out in the church. In this case, it can be said that Lizai is our die-hard loyalist to the outside world.  Believers, we can¡¯t stand the idea of ??a heretic surnamed Tan sneaking into the flock to rob the sheep. This should avoid the notion that we buy gangsters to beat people.¡±

    With that said, he lifted his legs and got on the carriage and said: "I will go to the newspaper office to find friends and spend money to buy a soft article to scold Tan Tongen. Anyway, Shiligou is full of poor people, and the newspapers have published the article, so the matter is settled.  Who cares what Tan is saying or what is going on."

    And when the Qiufeng Church's carriage suddenly drove into the darkness, in the brightly lit backyard of the Shaoxing Textile Factory, Li Mingjian got off the rickshaw and said to the housekeeper who came to serve: "Is Grandpa sleeping? Today I met Fang Bingsheng,  It's the Democratic gangster who beat up our Li family." (To be continued)Disciple, I can't help but see the heretic named Tan sneaking into the flock to steal the sheep. This should avoid the idea that we buy gangsters to beat people.  "

    With that said, he lifted his legs and got on the carriage and said: "I will go to the newspaper office to find friends and spend money to buy a soft article to scold Tan Tongen. Anyway, Shiligou is full of poor people, and the newspapers have published the article, so the matter is settled.  Who cares what Tan is saying or what is going on."

    And when the Qiufeng Church's carriage suddenly drove into the darkness, in the brightly lit backyard of the Shaoxing Textile Factory, Li Mingjian got off the rickshaw and said to the housekeeper who came to serve: "Is Grandpa sleeping? Today I met Fang Bingsheng,  It's the Democratic gangster who beat up our Li family." (To be continued)
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