Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 137 Competition
While talking, he pushed the old man beside Xiaoxiao away, and then laughed out loud thinking he was funny, but Xiaoxiao put down his face and helped the old man back up.

"I really don't know the dean of the academy, but at least I didn't insult him other than to say 'impatient'. So what about the former No. Are you also an ordinary mortal with emotions?"

"Whoever stipulated that calm people should not be bored, whoever stipulated that gentle people should not have a temper, who stipulated that kind people should not count gains and losses?"

"Even if I'm wrong, what's the malice in my words? Can it be compared to this slander of my family and parents? Can it be compared to your shoving and disrespect to the innocent old man?"

The young man in blue who spoke first blushed, hurriedly stepped forward to salute the old man and apologized for his companion, but the young man in white, who was criticized the most, quit.

"Brother Tan, what are you apologizing for? It's her fault that this village girl humiliated our dean!"

Seeing that this person was unreasonable and angry, Xiaoxiao was amused, and raised her finger to the plaque: "Look carefully at these four characters, the word 'Bo' is calm and vigorous, the word 'Wen' is phoenix dancing like a dragon, and the word 'Book' is Elegant and flying, but the last few strokes of the word 'court', don't they penetrate the back of the paper, as if wishing to soar into the sky?"

"From this, I guess he was impatient at the end of the writing, and this is considered a humiliation?"

"Then what do you call me 'mud legs', 'wild girl', 'village girl', 'poor and sour taste'? Bloody feud?"

"Even today's holy majesty is advocating farming and promoting agriculture. How dare you ask where you came from, and you still look down on us farmers?"

A few words were clear and forceful, and they involved the Holy One. The opposite side was speechless. In front of the academy gate, Lei Shaoming couldn't do anything to a little girl, so he could only shake his sleeves and say angrily: "I'm not the same as you!" A well-informed little girl cares about everything."

But Xiaoxiao became angry: "If you say I don't know much, then this young master must be full of literary talent and poetry, dare to compare with me? You win, I will apologize to the plaque of the academy, I won, you give I apologize to my parents."

If you talk about her, just talk about her, and you can't bear to talk about her parents and family!

The young master seemed to have heard some big joke: "What do you want to compare with me?"

Xiaoxiao glanced at the plaque of the academy again: "Since our argument started with words, it will also end with words. We compare writing. I am younger than you, and I don't have as many books as you. I will come up with a question. Can you write?" Dare to answer?"

It was condemned by reason, and aggressively made moves, the young man in white could only fight, Xiaoxiao said again: "You prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." When asked the reason, she also confidently said: "I am poor."

Xiaoxiao didn't notice the playful look on the old man's face behind her. There were trees planted on both sides of the academy, and she helped him to sit under the shaded steps: "Where is your home? Do you want someone to pick you up?"

The old man shook his head: "No, I agreed with my friend to meet here, just wait a while." But after he finished speaking, there was a grunt from his stomach, and he looked away awkwardly, trying to pretend nothing happened.

But this little girl is so ignorant, she still wants to ask: "Are you hungry?"

With a stiff face, the old man shook his head at the few people who came out of the academy to signal them not to come over: "It's okay..." Does he want to lose face?

Xiaoxiao has already opened the bamboo basket she carried with her and took out the still warm chicken cake: "If you don't mind it, you can eat it first."

The old man wanted to refuse at first, but this little thing was so fragrant that his hand seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and if he refused, it was immediately blocked by the soft taste.

Delicious, sweet and soft, this girl is sensible!
(End of this chapter)