Chapter 45

Putting aside her prejudice, Jiang Pengji found that she seemed to have found a quite different cheap father.

"Your word... Is much better than your mother. It should be like me."

As a feudal parent, no matter how different Liu she was, teaching her homework and checking her studies were the standard configuration of "cultivating father son friendship". She just glanced at Jiang Pengji's words, pulled the muscles on her face, and reluctantly praised, "very good painting..."

Jiang Pengji: "

It was clearly written. I especially praised her for her good painting. To put it bluntly, I still implicitly criticized her for her poor writing.

In ancient times, the way father and son cultivated feelings really hurt her. Jiang Pengji wanted to find an excuse to avoid it. However, seeing Liu she grinding her pen and writing words, she couldn't help brightening her eyes. Even if she couldn't say one, two or three, she felt very good-looking.

In fact, Liu she's words are also famous in Hejian County, with clear charm, continuous meaning, strong shape and spiritual meaning. Now she has experienced in foreign officials for many years, and her mood is not as impetuous as when she was young. Her words are more gentle and elegant.

"Watching words is like watching people. Good words can catch the eyes of others more than rich articles."

Liu she wrote down two big characters Liu Xi on the bamboo paper, compared with Jiang Pengji's own, and made a judgment.

Jiang Pengji carefully observed the difference between the two, and various information emerged in her mind. She was also analyzing Liu she's posture and strength used in carrying the pen, but before she finished her analysis, the suspected serious feudal parent around her unexpectedly added a sentence.

"After all, when passing letters to girls, they usually read the words first, and then the content is sentimental."

Jiang Pengji: "poof - cough!"

Liu she smiled and narrowed her eyes. She was very satisfied with her son's response. "What's surprising? Ah min always ridiculed me that my handwriting was not good. It was like a dog crawling. No matter how well the content was written, her impression would be reduced by three points. If we hadn't known each other, she didn't want to see it."

[Mrs. villa leader]: the host's mother has a good tune and teaching, and the feudal parents who are at the forefront of the times 2333333

[beloved beautiful man]: Although I feel that the painting style is wrong, the feudal parents should be silent and smiling and always ask for family rules, but... Ha ha, such anchor Baba is really cute. In private, I talk with my adolescent son about the essence of writing love letters (* ω ╲*)

[LAN destroys jade without breaking]: however, the anchor is a sister... A confused jpg

[sneaking into Africa]: I repeat that I only serve the anchor 2333 on the means of flirting with girls

When Jiang Pengji saw the other party like this, she couldn't help but relax a little, "so... This is the driving force for her father to learn Chinese characters?"

Liu Sheyi said, "the result is that I can write good words. Why? Others don't know. They can only see the results."

Then, Liu she asked Jiang Pengji what books she had read recently and what she felt about her son's interests.

"I copied the Analects of Confucius yesterday, but I didn't like it. On the contrary, I think the" military policy "in the study is more interesting."

Liu she agreed, "you don't like being a father. It's easy to lose your temper. You're young. Just read a little to deal with your homework. You don't have to read deeply. When you get older, you have your own ideas and more experience. It's not too late to study again."

The cheap father really had a different personality. Jiang Pengji couldn't help but sigh that the legendary mother was good at tuning and teaching.

You know, the Analects of Confucius is a Confucian classic and the leader of literature in this era. After the unification of the previous dynasty, Confucianism was respected as orthodoxy. Later, after hundreds of years of chaos, other factions gradually re emerged. It was not until the five kingdoms divided into summer that the atmosphere of a hundred schools of thought contended again.

Even so, Confucianism is still respected as orthodoxy, and no one can challenge its status.

Liu she, as a senior member of Dongqing, is also Confucian orthodoxy. It's hard to say so with her "son" in private.

If Jiang Pengji is an out and out Aboriginal, meeting such a father can really leave an extremely profound impression. Who won't?

It's rare to have your own opinion, rather than drift with the tide. You can only be an echo.

"OK, but I didn't read my brain silly." Lovingly rubbed the top of her hair, "studies can be made up slowly, not in a hurry."

In fact, Liu she herself used to be a bear child who didn't study very well. He knew all those words, but it just couldn't fit into his head. Every time his teacher or father taught him his lessons, his head was in chaos, but he couldn't express many ideas.

He has suffered enough, and naturally he doesn't want his "son" to repeat his mistakes.

"No matter how well you write your policy theory and political theory, the most important thing for a parent is to make practical government. No matter how much you learn, you serve this purpose. If you blindly pursue schoolwork and refine articles, but ignore others, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?"

Jiang Pengji has to admit that in this environment, Liu she dares to say so. She is simply a non mainstream feudal parent!

Looking at the live barrage, Liu she immediately captured many fans.

After talking about some more words, Liu she couldn't help regretting that the sky outside had completely darkened.

"It's late. Lanting will go back to rest first and go to the Buddhist temple with his father tomorrow morning."

"Go to the Buddhist temple to repay your wish?" Jiang Pengji wondered, "don't you have to go to ethnology?"

"Naturally, I don't need to. I can't say it's bad to learn from that place... It's just that the good and bad are intermingled, the atmosphere is bad, and it's easy to learn bad. It's better to teach myself for my father." Liu she said, "after your second brother died early, Amin dragged his sick body to the Buddhist temple to petition. I wish you can survive the 12-year-old disaster. Now the disaster has passed, so naturally I have to repay my wish for your mother. By the way, I'll let master Chen have a look."

Jiang Pengji's heart clicked, "the 12-year-old robbery... Refers to the bandits before?"

"Well, I think so."

When Liu she said this, her eyes were a little gloomy.

"Father, already know?"

Jiang Pengji thought it was enough to be seen by her stepwife. After all, she was an acquaintance, but Liu she didn't return all year round. Her contact with her daughter was just one or two sides of her childhood. Unexpectedly, she also saw it? Because of the so-called blood relationship?

Liu she is a head to head kill again, "don't worry about it. Before you were born, your father already knew and made full preparations."

Jiang Pengji: "

I always feel like I'm not on the same channel. What the hell?