Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2835 Class (four more)
The little boy frowned and shook his head like a rattle.

"Sir, it's not that I don't give you face, it's just that when I hear your lecture, I feel like a fly is buzzing around my ears,"

"Flying from here to there, and then flying back here, my eyeballs are spinning, and I can't open my eyelids!" he said.

Hearing this, the gentleman really looked frustrated.

The little boy ignored the frustration on the teacher's face, and continued: "Sir, if you are in class, you can say more interesting things,"

"Don't always talk about it, alas, these boring things, maybe I will sleep less."

The old man's cheeks were hot.

If it were any other place, he would have picked up the ruler to beat the sophistry student long ago.

But this young man in front of him can't be beaten, the master has specially explained...

"Since the young master thinks the old man's class is not interesting, which aspect does the young master want to hear?" The gentleman asked patiently.

"To be honest, I used to stay in the Hanlin Academy anyway. Although I was the second place in the list back then, I couldn't be compared with those great scholars."

"But this book teaches this, the old man still thinks that the ink is enough."

Mentioning the peak that Zi Zi reached when he was young, the waist of the husband straightened a little.

The little boy's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "Sir, to be honest, the student's heart is full of many questions, and I want to ask you sir!"

Hearing this, the gentleman's waist straightened even more.

"Teaching and resolving doubts is the style of a master, young master, but it's okay to ask!" He raised his hand, turned and returned to his chair, sat down, and shook the robe on his body.

With every gesture of his hand, he revealed a calm and confident self-confidence.

The little boy stood up, tilted his head, put his finger on his lips and bit it lightly, then he withdrew his finger and looked at Mr.

"I like to look at the stars and the moon. On nights like this, there are so many stars."

"I always wonder, how many stars are there in the sky?" he asked.

"Huh?" The gentleman was taken aback, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Is this also a question?" He couldn't help blurting out.

The little boy nodded seriously: "Well, this is a doubt that has been plaguing the students' minds, and I hope you can clarify it, sir."

Clasping fists with both hands, he bent down at a ninety-degree angle and bowed to Mr.

Mr. Sitting there, those who accepted this obeisance were blushing.

"This, this..." He looked at the starry sky outside, it was still night, the sky was extraordinarily high, and the stars were extraordinarily bright.

This flickering, "there are too many stars, tens of thousands, sorry for my stupid teacher, I can't count them." Mr. said.

The little boy smiled, and said, "I suddenly thought of it again."

The husband hurriedly asked: "Oh? How many are there?"

The little boy said: "There are as many stars in the sky as there are sand on the ground."

"This answer... is a bit far-fetched, right?" The gentleman pondered.

"The stars are not the same as the sand." He said again.

The little boy shook his head, "I heard from the fishermen outside the mansion that every grain of sand on this beach is every star that has fallen from the sky."

"When a star falls, another one will grow in the sky. Therefore, if you want to know how many stars there are in the sky, you should look at how many sands there are on the ground, because they belong to the same family."

Hearing the little boy's plausible statement, the husband was a little confused.

The next question from the little boy followed.

"Sir, why do we see the lightning before we hear the thunder when there is thunder and lightning?" he asked again.

Mr. has a perplexed face, this question...

"Master, I know, because lightning runs faster than thunder? Right?"

The husband replied excitedly, isn't it just to put his thinking on the same level as this little kid?

The more childish the better, no logic required!

When the husband was about to wait for the little boy's praise, the little boy shook his head.

He raised his little finger and pointed his eyes: "Because our eyes are in front of our ears, sir, you got it wrong again!"

what?
This answer also works?Mr. is heartbroken.

"The next question, sir, please listen to the question..."

"Why do bears sleep so long during hibernation?" he asked.

Bear?
I have lived for a long time, and I have never seen a bear with my own eyes.

Oh, no, I saw it once from a distance. It was many years ago. When I was still in the Imperial Academy, I followed His Majesty Qi Huang to go hunting in the Xishan hunting ground in the western suburbs of the capital.

The warriors hunted down an irritable big brown bear, and they themselves took a look from a distance among the crowd.

"This question, as a teacher, I really can't think of it," the teacher said.

"Maybe, maybe it's the habits of every animal, just like birds flying in the sky, fish swimming in the water, and puppies walking on the shore."

When the husband was secretly satisfied with his neutral and conservative answer, the little boy in front of him shook his head again.

"Wrong, because no one dared to wake up the bear,"

"Big bears can bite and eat people. Sir, do you dare to call? Anyway, I dare not!"

Mr.'s body tilted, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

The little boy asked several questions in one breath, and every time, he scratched his head and blushed with anxiety.

The ink in my stomach and the rich travels I was proud of, at this moment, in front of this little kid, they are so stretched that they are useless!

"Sir, there is one last question. It's the finale. After asking this, it's time for get out of class to end." The little boy's soft voice sounded, and the smile on his face was innocent and cute.

But this gentleman had already fallen on the stool with a look of embarrassment.

"Ask, you ask..." He raised his hand and gasped.

The little boy thought for a while, jumped to the front of the teacher, and took out two small hammers from behind as if by magic.

"Sir, if I hit your head with a small iron hammer or a small brass hammer, which would hurt the most?" he asked.

"Which one hurts the most?" Mr. struggled to sit up, his neck stretched forward, his eyes shot out from above the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and landed on the two small hammers in front of him.

Look at this, then touch that, "Is it a hammer? This feels thicker to the touch..."

"Hey, no, this copper hammer is not light, which one hurts more when it hits the head?"

The gentleman muttered in his mouth, and it was hard to distinguish between them for a while.

The corner of the little boy's mouth raised a smirk, and he coughed softly, "Sir, didn't you teach the students that 'what comes on paper is always shallow, but you have to do it yourself?' Then try knocking, and you will know." It worked out!"

Mr. nodded, "It makes sense, why didn't I think of it? Come on, try it, just try it, knock it like this!"

"Sir, do you really want to knock?" the little boy asked again.

Mr. nodded. I don't believe in this evil now. I can't give a correct answer?
"Knock!" he said.

The little boy smiled, "Okay!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"hiss……"

The husband covered his head with two red envelopes, and slid off the stool, staring at the stars in front of his eyes.

"I, I finally know the answer..."

He said in a trembling voice, "I hit my head with an iron hammer and a copper hammer, the head, the head hurts the most!"

The little boy jumped up excitedly, and gestured a scissors hand: "Congratulations sir, you got the answer right, it's time for get out of class, yeah!"

(End of this chapter)