Lin Zida expressed envy that he was in the air force today.

Zhuang Jianhui deliberately sighed: "I didn't know how to fish before. When I saw the boss catching a big fish, I thought it would be very happy. However, now that I have caught a big fish, I am still unhappy. Why?"

He said he was unhappy, but the smile at the corner of his mouth betrayed him, and he was clearly showing off.

Lin Zida mastered fishing skills earlier than Zhuang Jianhui. It was he who took the initiative to lead Zhuang Jianhui to learn fishing, but now he is being shown off harshly.

Lin Zida said sourly: "Because you caught it by luck!"

Zhuang Jianhui didn't care, "Luck is also a part of technology, just like human reincarnation."

He carried the herring and slowly wandered to the vicinity of Teacher Qian's house.

Teacher Qian is describing how rare his sesame oil is: "Our hometown uses fine sesame seeds to grind sesame oil. Unlike the unscrupulous businessmen on the street, how can they ignore the quality of the sesame oil they eat at home?"

"My great-great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father all eat the same kind of sesame oil. Look at the color. The oil shop is a craft passed down from generation to generation."

"This skill is about to be lost!" Teacher Qian lamented. As he was playing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the big herring in Zhuang Jianhui's hand. Teacher Qian's eyes quickly turned.

He thought of a good dish, steamed herring and drizzled with a teaspoon of sesame oil. It tasted delicious!

Teacher Qian took the initiative: "Young man, you are lucky!"

Zhuang Jianhui was praised, so he suppressed his smile and said, "It's not bad, my technique is good."

Teacher Qian acted like a teacher and taught: "Young man, you were fishing the day before yesterday, you were fishing yesterday, and you are fishing today! Fishing is fishing. You must not neglect your studies. How are your academic performance?"

Zhuang Jianhui was originally happy, but when he heard this and looked at Teacher Qian's posture, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable for some reason.

Zhuang Jianhui looked calm and responded: "985 is stable."

Teacher Qian was startled: "Hey, the young man's tone is not small, 985!"

Zhuang Jianhui felt inexplicably relieved when he saw the other party's horrified reaction: "It's okay."

Immediately, Teacher Qian's expression changed. He shook his head and denied: "985 is a top student. You fish every day, how can you be like the seedlings of 985? You guys can't talk nonsense!"

He no longer talked to Zhuang Jianhui, but continued to show off with the sesame oil: "My method of extracting sesame oil has only been passed down to one person who knows how to do it. The more ancestral something is, the more powerful it is, just like the ancient inscriptions

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Zhuang Jianhui was originally impatient with Teacher Qian's questions and didn't like to answer him. Now after being denied, the other person continued to talk to himself, and he suddenly felt unhappy.

Zhuang Jianhui said: "The older it is, the more powerful it is. Aren't ancient horse-drawn carriages still being eliminated by trains?"

Teacher Qian: "Then why ancient Chinese prose has not been eliminated? Let's talk about the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion. What a beautiful article. I can still recite it backwards and forwards, which is better than your 985 memorization!"

When he said this, he looked sideways at people with a mocking expression on his face.

Zhuang Jianhui got angry and caught the loophole in his words: "Recite it like a stream, haha?"

He responded with contempt in his eyes.

Teacher Qian showed his fangs: "Hey, you don't believe it, right? What if you can memorize it backwards and forwards? Let's bet on the fish in your hand. Do you dare to bet?"

Lin Zida's eyes hinted to Zhuang Jianhui that he sensed something was wrong.

Zhuang Jianhui got into a fight, but he didn't listen and raised his head: "I really don't believe it anymore, you? Come on!"

The full text of the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion is several hundred words long, and it is also in obscure classical Chinese. How could a little old man from the countryside recite it backwards? Ridiculous!

Teacher Qian opened his mouth: "It flows from the outer edge of the Kongjiang River, where is the middle pavilion of Jinzi Emperor..."

He chirped for a while and quickly finished memorizing it backwards. Then he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the fish!"

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Zhuang Jianhui returned to the farmhouse empty-handed.

He was depressed: "Who are you? How old are you? Bet me a fish!"

Looking back now, he realizes that he was deceived by the old guy.

After all, he has an extraordinary background, so he can't deny it for a fish, right?

Lin Zida said: "He really doesn't look like a good person."

He passed by the door of Bi Yue's house and said, "This family is not a good person."

Zhuang Jianhui concluded: "There are only a few households in Heba, but it turns out that there are two that are not good people. It turns out that the poor mountains and rivers breed unruly people!"

Immediately, he thought of Jiang Ning and said, "The house he lives in is quite close to that old guy, so he has been tricked too, right?"

After thinking like this, Zhuang Jianhui felt much more balanced.

The old guy is not simple. He is definitely a talent if he can recite the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion backwards.

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"This one is beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Teacher Qian mentioned the big herring and showed it off to his heart's content.

He is a teacher and has taught for countless years.

Classical Chinese? His ability to eat!

Butcher Zhang exclaimed: "What a fool! You won't let me eat the fish, so you are showing off like a bear!"

Teacher Qian was disdainful and thought to himself: 'What level do you deserve to eat a fish with me?'

He encouraged me outwardly: "Xiao Zhang, you have lost to Xiao Jiang next door many times, haven't you? You have to gain some momentum!"

In contrast, he is an old money man carrying a big herring, he is not at the same level!

If he faced Jiang Ning and used a little wisdom, wouldn't he be able to convince him?

Teacher Qian temporarily defeated the rude Butcher Zhang and became the winner of the bungalow. He was full of loyalty.

When you look at mountains, they are not mountains; when you look at clouds, they are not clouds.

As a result, Teacher Qian has become inflated!

Teacher Qian heard that a park and a branch are being built nearby. The land where their bungalow is located may be demolished as reported in the news and ride on the trend of the times!

With the luck of victory, Teacher Qian looked at the sky: 'This land needs a talker!'
Chapter completed!