"Xiao Wang, your word..."

Because of preconceived ideas, Qianbian originally thought that even if Wang Jiao practiced hard, what could he do in a few months? But suddenly he looked down and saw that the hard pen calligraphy was actually hard and straight, with a strong pen force, which looked very impressive to the Tang Dynasty.

"headmaster……"

Wang Jiao's obedient look made Qianbian feel even more confused. The young man looked very honest and not very arrogant.

"Whose words are you copying?"

He put Wang Jiao's copybook on his desk, and Qiandai's hands were crossed, and he was a little curious.

"Transportation card, school motto, daily behavioral norms for primary and secondary schools in Huangtang Jingji..."

The honest Wang Jiao just twitched his fingers and counted them with money darts, as if he had really learned the words from these places.

Listening to Wang Jiao saying carefully there, Qianbian was a little shocked and moved at the same time.

What a good young man, although he is an ordinary family, he is very ambitious and has strong backbone.

He knew that Wang Jiao’s registered address was “Bowl Coconut Rice”.

Because he was originally a teenager who killed fish for a living, he worked hard on weekdays. The busy and boring work and life on the dock did not knock down the boy in front of him. Instead, he was vigorous and hardworking in an environment like a quagmire.

What an outstanding spirit...

"No wonder, no wonder your handwriting is like a regular script, with a strong and majestic style. Good! Good! Good!"

Qian Biao was very moved. He had been in Beicang for so many years and had seen more than a million young people, but there were very few people like Wang Jiao who were unwilling to be ordinary and had no flattery.

Most of the time, in order to boost the family, the children of those "rich" families have more choices, either to contribute to the powerful or to further exploit the lower class, and then expand the family's strength in order to gain the attention of the powerful and powerful.

There are very few people like Wang Jiao... no, there is not one!

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but they all came down, and Qian Biao's tone became more and more kind: "The imperial decree is the Ou style, and the four words Kaiyuan Tongbao are like this. You are very good, and you have the atmosphere of a young man in the Tang Dynasty!"

Wang Baiwan blinked on the side. He knew how to read, but the words were not written well, let alone the official standard calligraphy. But now he has already tasted it. The characters written by Wang Jiao should be the standard calligraphy used in government documents, and they are also well written?

ha!

Wang Baiwan was overjoyed, and he immediately realized that Vice Principal Qian must be very happy!

You know, in the past few years, Vice President Qian’s mental journey has been ups and downs.

When he first came, Wang Baiwan had seen this irritable old man look angry, and the atmosphere of Yigong Academy was stopped.

As a result, there is a useless thing. These scumbag students in Yigong School are okay at school. They will reveal their true colors when they go home. When they return to school, they become more unrestrained...

If this happens for two or three times, the irritable old man is confused, okay?

In the end, Vice Principal Qian gave up treatment and turned to focus on personnel affairs, which usually only recruits workers for welfare.

The irritable old man went from his mentality to his collapse, and then to his stable mentality... probably also understood that it was obviously more difficult to teach a group of scum better than collecting taxes.

To collect taxes, you only need to take a knife and ride a horse to grab it. But if you teach a bunch of scum, you will be taxed.

IQ tax.

"Thank you, the principal for the praise, I just practice as I want..."

Tickling his head, Wang Jiao smiled like a stupid man again.

Qian Biao laughed: "Okay, okay, your current hard pen calligraphy can reach this level. If you polish it for a few years, you will definitely write better. When I was in the tax bureau, many office secretary's words were not as good as you. They were either round or delicate, and just him... cough, it was very bad."

“…”

After blinking, Wang Jiao thought, "You old man just wanted to swear words?"

“Yeah…is not bad.”

He picked up another page of the copybook and read it. Qianbian then nodded, "Very good, okay, um...um?!"

Suddenly he was stunned, Qian Biao suddenly said, "Xiao Wang, where did you see this "Song of Tomorrow"?"

"It's not what it seems. It was my mother who read it to me when I was a child. She said that she was a private school teacher named Qian Fu, who advised the students to learn."

"Oh! I remember you mentioned that there was another Mr. Zhou who wrote the sentence "No need to mention the green vegetable bed". Yes, he is from Zhejiang, and 'called Emperor' is the nickname of Skylark. Unexpectedly, there was such a person in my hometown. I haven't returned home for a long time, but I'm ignorant."

Qiandian, who looked emotional, continued, "Are that Mr. Zhou and Mr. Qian still in Zhejiang?"

"I don't know about this, Principal, when I came to Nanhai, I was still very young..."

"oh……"

Nodded slightly, Qianbiao did not continue to ask, because according to the filing, Wang Jiao came to Kill Longgang to take a passenger ship. When registering, Wang Baozhu, the owner of "Baozhu Coconut Rice", said that the passenger ship had sunk. No matter which flight, it was sunk anyway.

There are many shipwrecks in the South China Sea. During the past twenty years, shipwrecks have occurred from time to time. Although the survival rate is already very high, many people still died.

There is no doubt that Wang Jiao is a poor orphan.

Qian Biao secretly exclaimed: "Let's do this, I'll take this song "Song of Tomorrow" as our Institute of Engineering to encourage learning poetry. I'll go and look for it when I go back to Zhejiang in the future. Since my surname is Qian, it should be my own family."

Suddenly, Wang Jiao remembered that the author of "Song of Tomorrow" seemed to be the descendant of King Qian?

Um...

Wang Jiao blinked his eyes, and King Qian seemed to be called Qian Liu.

Qian Liu seems to be from the same era as Zhu Wen?

Qian Li, Qian Dart, and the name is covered with a golden character...

Damn!

Wang Jiao suddenly felt that Old Man Qian, who came to be the vice principal, was not Qian Liu's brother, at least he was of the same generation.

Fortunately, this was a mistake that was not a mistake. He thought that the time traveler senior who was so terrible should have popularized "Song of Tomorrow" early. Now it seems that even if this poem of persuading learning is produced, it should not be widely spread.

It shouldn't be...

But Wang Jiao doesn't care. Anyway, I just want to blame Mr. Qian Fu, who doesn't exist at all.

Look for the old man!

"In the future, after practicing the characters... let's take them as homework, and then take them over to me and read them."

After saying that, Qiandian pulled out a pen from his pocket of his shirt, hesitated for a moment, and handed it to Wang Jiao: "This was given to me by the swordsman He, the teacher of swordsmanship, when I was studying at Liangfeng Middle School. Back then, I was two years younger than you now. Mr. He gave me 'My husband's body should be like steel'. Today, I can also give it to you."

"Clam?!"

His body suddenly shook, and Wang Jiao was really scared, with wide eyes wide open and confused: Damn, I came here today just to borrow some tiger power, but you, an old man, actually put the tiger skin on me?!
Chapter completed!