"Get out!"

When Xu Yuanzuo lay on the bed and burst into tears, his ears still echoed with the Master's roar.

He was not ashamed and angry because he was kicked out of class by his master. There are two key reasons: one is in his body and the other is in his heart.

The person who is in his body is because he was beaten.

And he can't fight back, and he can't even say something harsh.

This is probably a pain that no one can describe by his son who was beaten by his mother.

The person in the heart is because he happened to travel through time.

Now that the soul that takes over this body is a new Long March assaulter from the 21st century, a successful young entrepreneur who starts a business.

It is conceivable how big the gap is to go from a business elite with an unlimited future to a Ming Dynasty poor student who has no brains.

Xu Yuanzuo dared not recall his parents who worked hard to cultivate himself into a talent.

They spent their hard work on themselves, from prenatal education, early childhood education to studying abroad, major selection, skills improvement, psychological construction... they all scientifically allocated in the best way. Just when the fruits were ripe, their son was gone!

——Why did I not have it?

Xu Yuanzuo finally came back from the shocking changes and began to recall his last memories.

At that time, he sat in his office on the 78th floor of the Global Financial Center Building, and then...

There is nothing more!

No planes hit the building, no tsunami and earthquake apocalypse, and no alien visits... Anyway, Xu Yuanzuo is here.

It is natural that there is an additional fifteen years of life and a pair of parents and parents of the Ming Dynasty who have clear origins and orderly inheritance.

Well, there is also a sixteen-year-old sister and a twelve-year-old brother.

Xu Yuanzuo took a deep breath and tried to hold up.

Because my chest was so stressed that I felt a little stuffy.

He looked in from the collar of his clothes, his skin was fair and slightly ditched, which showed that his parents in this era did not let him hungry.

Squeak.

The door opened, and Xu Yuanzuo turned his head and saw the sister with this body.

It's exactly the same as the sister I remember.

This is normal, because the image of the sister in the brain was updated just half an hour ago.

At that time, Xu Yuanzuo was being beaten, and his sister was giving her a stick to her mother.

Xu Yuanzuo turned his head over.

Although he took over the body after being beaten, he cannot deny the unity and continuity of the body and soul.

The dark-skinned sister sat straight on Xu Yuanzuo's bed with a cracked pottery bowl in her hand, and pushed her brother openly a few inches. Then she lifted up Xu Yuanzuo's clothes and pulled off her pants quickly.

"What are you doing!" Xu Yuanzuo quickly reached out to pull the waist of his pants, and spit out a clear and smooth string of dialects from his mouth.

"Put medicine for you! Let go!" Sister Xu was not ashamed of her behavior just now, and said with confidence: "If you pull it off, you will go out with your butt."

Xu Yuanzuo immediately let go of his hand and buried his head in the bran pillow.

A coolness came from my buttocks, and the originally hot pain disappeared instantly.

Xu Yuanzuo had just had time to breathe a sigh of relief, but the scorching pain actually counterattacked and came back even more violently.

Fortunately, my sister applied a new ointment rhythmically, and the cooling effect overcame the pain again.

Just as Xu Yuanzuo was feeling the tug-of-war on the buttocks, Sister Xu suddenly slapped him.

"Oh yo..." The battlefield situation completely reversed, and Xu Yuanzuo couldn't help but scream.

"Why were you driven out by your husband again today?" Sister Xu asked in anger with a thin cotton cloth covering the ointment on her butt.

"Why did you say it again?" Xu Yuanzuo asked casually, and then replied: "Yes, this is the sixth time since Mid-Autumn Festival. Hey, it wasn't like this before! Sister, is there less Mid-Autumn Festival gifts in our family?"

Sister Xu's originally dark face was covered with a layer of black mist, and she almost couldn't help but sprinkle salt on her brother's wounds - mainly because salt is more expensive.

She said: "My mother specially saved the cotton cloth that she had been selling for a long time, made new clothes and shoes, picked up a basket of eggs at home, sealed five taels of silver, and asked her master to tell you...but you... are too unsatisfied!"

Xu Yuanzuo remembered the Master's house where his mother took him and his younger brother to the time. Judging from the Master's expression at that time, he should be very satisfied with the fraternity ceremony.

With Xu Yuanzuo's historical foundation as a master of liberal arts elementary school, of course he also understood that just "five taels of silver" was enough to be considered a huge sum of money in Songjiang Mansion in the second year of Longqing.

For five taels of silver, you can buy acre of good land or thirty horses of white cloth, which is slightly equivalent to the annual expense of a strong laborer in an ordinary farmer.

Reading is really expensive!

——Hey, didn’t I get into trouble at the age of seven?

Xu Yuanzuo did not ask out loud because he only compared the content of the teachings of Master around the Mid-Autumn Festival, and found a knowledge point that he had never seen in books: studying in a school, the Master's basic obligation is to teach students to read and write. To explain the content, he had to pay extra money, which was to "speak".

The Xu family is a middle-class family in Zhuli Town, and is more than inferior than the best. Because his father is an outsider, Xu Yuanzuo can still eat the meat white and tender.

The charity school basically does not charge tuition fees, and it depends entirely on the support of wealthy families in the town, which is a public welfare nature. Even so, when Xu Yuanzuo and his younger brother go to the charity school in the town, his mother still has to wash clothes for the human body and do some needlework to supplement the household income so that they will not affect their living standards too much while purchasing pens, inks and paper.

However, if you want that fifty-year-old student to preach the scriptures, money is always indispensable.

I have to say that the Master is very dedicated.

After taking Xu's mother's tribute, he indeed changed his past laissez-faire and ignorance to Xu Yuanzuo and translated the words in "The Analects of Confucius" into human words - Well, the Ming Dynasty people's words, and tried hard to let Xu Yuanzuo understand what the saint said and what he thought.

At the same time, Xu Yuanzuo also tasted something he had never tasted before: a ruler.

With a snap, a red mark appeared on his hand.

This is also bought with money.

If the Master doesn't give the money, he will be too lazy to put in that effort.

Unfortunately, Xu Yuanzuo really did not have the talent to study, which made the Master full of frustration, so every time he took the school homework, he ended up saying only one sentence: "Get out!"

"Today, the Master asked all the disciples under his class: You have been studying for a long time. The one who is most in the Analects of Confucius can be said to me."

A boy with a big head and a small body came into the crack of the door, with a horn combed, and his face was as fat as he looked. He looked a little similar to Xu Yuanzuo. He was not old and had good eloquence, especially learning the Master's tone very similar.

This is Xu Yuanzuo's three-year-old brother, Xu Liangzuo.

Xu Yuanzuo buried his head in the pillow again and sighed deeply.

He already knew what would happen next.

"The students here said one after another: I am consistent in my way. If I study without thinking, I will be confused. If I have friends from afar..." Xu Liangzuo shook his head, as if he was memorizing and also like a storyteller.

"What did your brother say?" Sister Xu interrupted her younger brother's show-off and asked directly.

"My brother said..." Xu Liangzuo covered his mouth, finally resisted the urge to laugh wildly, and said in a casual tone: "My brother said: I never tire of food, but I never tire of fine meat. The master was angry at that time and shouted at him: Get out!"

"Shut up!" Xu Yuanzuo finally couldn't help but say angrily.

Xu Liangzuo showed his naughty child's true nature, laughed and stroked his hands until his mother's angry shout came from below: "What's the trouble! I'm going to demolish the house!"

Sister Xu glanced at Xu Yuanzuo with a squint eyes and said, "You will be in the room. After the saint said so many things, you remember to eat!"

Xu Yuanzuo was speechless.

Before his soul moved in, there was nothing in this brain.

Old classmate Xu Yuanzuo has hardly used his brain!

Xin Xu Yuanzuo took a deep breath and said, "Since it is said by the saints and recorded by wise men, and has been passed down for thousands of generations to this day, there are naturally subtle and great meanings contained in it. Why is this sentence embarrassing? If you really embarrassingly, what does Confucius say about it?"

The sister and brother were stunned at the same time.

My sister didn't expect that her eldest brother could speak so much without knotting her!

Is this still the dull and hard-working Xu Yuanzuo before?

Xu Liangzuo was surprised that his brother said nothing!

Since the Analects of Confucius is a classic of the Holy Church, every word is naturally jealous. If it is also the same as the Saint Confucius, how can we distinguish it from the following level? Is it not benevolent to "restrain oneself and return to rituals" and "eating is not tired of fine meat and fine meat"?

Seeing that Xu Yuanzuo was so anxious that his sister and brother were suppressed, he felt a little relieved. He held up his body and lie on his side with the pain, saying, "If I really only think about eating, I will recite that part of the 'Seven No Food'!"

My sister had never read a book and didn't know the allusion of "Seven No Foods", so she was slightly ashamed. Xu Liangzuo knew, but his brother was frustrated and he could only murmur in a low voice: "You can recite such a long paragraph?"

"Hmm!" Xu Yuanzuo looked up and glared.
Chapter completed!