In the first class, Chen Ai obviously cared very much. He sat in the classroom in advance, took out the books, and started to place them seriously. Lin Jingjing sat next to him with a smile. Chen Ai didn't notice him at all. The first big class on Monday was ancient Chinese history. Ai Li was fiddling with the books, paper, and pen in front of him. He was fiddling with the books, paper, and pen in front of him very seriously.

He always reads in one position, eats in one position, and even sits in the same position in the classroom.

Everyone began to look forward to it. The class bell rang. A young female teacher lowered her head and walked into the classroom quickly. The female teacher looked a little immature and did not look like a teacher but like a student. Although she tied her hair and put on glasses, she tried her best to make herself look mature, but it was still useless, which made her look even more cute and cute.

Even Lin Jingjing, who was sitting next to Chen Ai, was much more mature and sexy than her.

"Hello... Hello everyone, I am your world ancient history teacher, but I teach the Xia, Shang and Zhou part... Our world ancient history, every period of time, needs to be taught by another teacher..." The teacher spoke, looking a little nervous. Perhaps this was her first class, and her voice was trembling slightly, "Our ancient Chinese history is a very important course."

"Teacher! You haven't introduced yourself yet!" Wang Fuyu shouted.

"Ah? Oh, my name is Qi Lili... Just call me Teacher Qi." Teacher Qi said, paused, and asked again: "What else do you have?"

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, everyone started to make excuses. Some asked about age, some asked whether they were single, and some even asked whether they had considered the love between teachers and students. The young Teacher Qi was stammering and unable to speak, but the class monitor Su Zhihui made everyone restrain themselves.

At this moment, Zhang Ping suddenly raised his hand, Teacher Qi looked at him, and Zhang Ping asked, "Teacher, has ancient Chinese history been taught since Xia? What about the primitive society before, and the apes?" Teacher Qi calmed down when he heard this question. She said seriously: "In the second semester of your sophomore year, there will be anthropology and primitive sociology. At that time, you will learn from Homo sapiens and capable people..."

Zhang Ping nodded, and it turned out that the division was so detailed, he asked again: "Then why should teachers change to teach history in different periods?"

"This is because our teachers have different research directions. Some teachers study the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, some teachers study the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and some teachers study the Qin and Han dynasties... So, the college teaches you with teachers who are best at this field, so I hope that the students can listen carefully... The college is fully hoping to help all students master these things."

After Teacher Qi finished talking about this, he officially started the class.

Chen Ai lowered his head and looked at the textbook, "The rise of the Xia tribe and the establishment of the Xia Dynasty. The Xia Dynasty was the first slave country in our country... His establishment marked... His significance lies in..." Seeing this preface, everyone present suddenly felt dizzy, and an indescribable boredom completely occupied his heart.

Especially in such hot weather, he seemed even more bored. Of course, except for Chen Ai, he quickly flipped through these contents. These days, he has been reading the Twenty-Four Histories, and has never read this textbook. He quickly read the contents in the book, and was very happy to read it, and couldn't help but murmur, "The Xia tribe, the surname Si, is an ancient tribe that is active in the Central Plains..."

At this moment, Teacher Qi suddenly put down the books in her hand. She looked at the students in front of her, "Next, please close the textbook." Chen Ai was shocked and looked at the books in front of her in surprise. After a moment of confusion, she still obediently closed the books. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Teacher Qi wanted to do. Teacher Qi smiled and said, "Please close your eyes, everyone, please close your eyes."

Although the students were surprised, they still closed their eyes curiously. Before closing their eyes, Aili saw Wang Fuyu even pouted. The guy pouted as soon as he closed his eyes. It was obvious that there was something wrong with it. When everyone closed their eyes, Teacher Qi cleared his throat and said gently: "Our ancestors are very great. Records of floods exist all over the world."

"In Indian mythology, only one brother survived after the flood destroyed humans. The brother married a female bird, gave birth to six children, and rebranded the world. In the Huichoer mythology in Central America, a man's dead grandmother told him that a flood would soon destroy the world. She instructed him to build a box from a tree and put grains, beans and fire tools."

"You can see these stories in the master's thesis "Analysis of the Myth of Flood in Central America" ​​written by Fernando Hecastas in 1953..."

"The cuneiform epic "Gilgamesh" discovered by George Smith records a flood myth. Utnapishtim told Gilgamesh that once upon a time, he lived in a reed shed in Shurupak. One day he heard God shout at the reed shed, saying that the flood was coming, and told him to destroy the house and build a big ship..."

"Episodes of the Mediterranean region, Xituo, Elite manuscript... Hundreds of Brahma books by the Indians... Legends of Vigan and Bugan in the Philippines..."

"There are countless myths of these floods... What I want to say is that a long time ago, there might have been a global flood, so that there are myths about floods all over the world, but the contents of more than one hundred myths about floods around the world are similar. God saved them, or there were two survivors, and God gave enlightenment."

"And our story begins with Yu... It was a capable man, perhaps naked... He carried the primitive and simple tools and led the tribe's people to walk by the desperate and terrifying water flow..." When the teacher officially started telling, Chen Ai was suddenly stunned. He closed his eyes, and the content described by the teacher gradually appeared in his mind.

A strong and capable man, carrying extremely primitive farm tools, looked at the boiling river in the distance, and everyone was panicked, the children were crying, everyone looked at the sky, hoping to get rescued by gods or ancestors, some suggested sacrificial sacrifices, and some suggested leaving here. The man looked at his fearful tribe, and his eyes gradually became firm. He raised the farm tools in his hand high and shouted: "Don't be afraid, take care of the water with me!"

He rushed towards the river alone, began to dig, drain, and separated the boiling river water. The tribes looked at him, and their eyes gradually became firm from confusion. Young people rushed over with him, and some were flooded by the river. They stood in the river, angrily waving the farm tools in their hands, and launched a final attack on the river.

Chen Ai stood aside and watched these people get busy.

The women brought food to help their men, and the children were no exception, helping to transport them. The strong man led the men of the tribe to start managing the angry river. They dug little by little, and dug countless channels along the river. Chen Ai also came up to help. The man gave up the method of blocking and took the method of clearing.

Day after day, year after year, men have been ahead, and the people of the tribe are following him. Many times, the exhausted man passed by his home, looking at his home affectionately, but he could only leave quickly with his head down. He has a greater mission. His wife may be hiding in the house, grabbing her son's shoulders, and secretly watching her husband pass by, holding her tears, but she dare not scream.

Finally one day, the angry river gradually calmed down, and everyone was shouting, they rushed towards the man who called Yu, and everyone hugged him to express his excitement at this moment. The angry river calmed down, leaving a lot of fertile land, and the man was covered with scars. In this world of low productivity, he personally took the tools to dig in the river and the mud, and he became extremely haggard.

Everyone cheered, and the tribes were convinced and regarded him as the "Xia Hou clan". He became the highest lord of the Zhuxia clan. He stood by the river, as if looking at Chen Ai. The two of them looked at each other, and the man's face was full of fatigue and haggard...

"Classmate?Classmate? Are you okay?"

Chen Ai opened his eyes, and Teacher Qi stood in front of him. The teacher was full of worry. Chen Ai looked at his desk blankly. He suddenly noticed that at some point, he was already covered in tears. The girls beside him were very worried, frowned, and looked at Chen Ai... The class was quiet, and everyone was looking at Chen Ai's direction.

Teacher Qi was very scared. As she was talking, she suddenly saw a student's face full of tears. He couldn't stop his tears at all. He was particularly haggard. She was frightened. Chen Ai just lowered his head, and his tears still couldn't stop him. He was trembling all over, "Teacher... I saw him... He was so tired... He... was very fortunate to be miserable."

Chen Ai tried hard to explain the picture he had drawn in his mind, but he couldn't do it. Teacher Qi frowned. Listening to Chen Ai say a lot, she understood a little. She smiled and patted his shoulder, and said gently: "So, this is our ancestor... Everyone has their blood. This classmate, you have a strong empathy ability..."

"For those who study history, this is very good. Perhaps, you will become a very outstanding historian... When I followed the dean to conduct rescue archaeology, the dean looked at the scattered cultural relics on the ground... He cried even harder than you... He also said that he saw history with his own eyes..."

"He cried heartbrokenly..." The teacher said a few words, then stopped quickly and did not continue to say anything. She walked up to the podium and continued to talk about the text. The students were all quiet and didn't say anything. Only Xu Qinjie. He looked at Chen Ai with red eyes, snorted disdainfully, turned his head and whispered: "You have a brain disease, can you cry even when you listen to the class?"
Chapter completed!