The fans made from Xiangfei bamboo alone are worth thousands.
At the end of Guangxu's reign, a Xiangfei bamboo stick appeared in the Xiangfei bamboo production area. It is more than two meters long, with a root as thick as a cup. It is engraved with the Eight Immortals, with beards and eyebrows clearly visible. It is exquisitely crafted and smooth as a mirror. The asking price is thirty taels.
If this cane was still around, it would have started at least a million dollars.
The cane in Zhang Shiwei's hand is not a rare treasure.
It's a real treasure, and it will definitely hurt when you hit someone.
"Since my great-grandson was little, he has been reluctant to even say a harsh word to me, let alone hit him."
At this point, Zhang Shiwei's eyes turned red, his sleeves rolled up, and he said ferociously, "I've tolerated you for a long time."
In an instant, Zhang Shiwei transformed into a magma dragon, spitting fire all over his body and raising his cane.
At the moment when the old devil went berserk, even Wang Pan beside him did not dare to persuade him.
I stood quietly, looked directly at Zhang Shiwei, and asked dumbly, "Can't your great-grandson be beaten?"
When these words came out, Wang Pan's head drooped silently, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.
Obviously, I said the wrong thing.
Zhang Shiwei hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood up with a fierce look in his eyes! Read the book
Holding Xiang Fei's bamboo cane tightly with both hands, she raised it high, murderous in the sky: "Say one more thing. Just say one more thing to me!"
I held my hands and said coldly: "Zhu Yuanzhang's sons and grandsons were all slapped on the forehead by the emperor's master Li Xiyan. Your great-grandson has a dragon, a dragon, a grandson, and Jingui?"
When these words came out, Zhang Shiwei was stunned, and his eyes suddenly burst into murderous intent!
To be honest, I am still a little afraid of Zhang Shiwei's killing power. After all, he, an unrivaled hero who climbed out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood with few achievements, is very murderous!
I can also understand Zhang Shiwei's mood.
Not to mention Zhang Shiwei, even other ordinary people at the grassroots level would have killed all those teachers long ago when they saw their grandsons and great-grandsons being spanked until their butts turned into scabs.
Besides, Zhang Yang is the only bloodline of the Zhang family, and since Zhang Yang's parents are no longer here, Zhang Shiwei has placed all his efforts and expectations on Zhang Yang.
Concern leads to chaos, this is human nature!
However, I still have to fight Zhang Shiwei hard, even if the Xiang Fei bamboo cane is going to fall on my head in the next second.
If even the parents can't take care of it, how can they take care of the students?
Let me use you, Zhang Shiwei, to establish your power!
"Mr. Zhang, do you want your great-grandson to be Jiaqing or Zhu Di?"
Zhang Shiwei's hands were trembling slightly and he was so angry that he could not respond to my words.
I looked calm and said indifferently: "When Jiaqing was disobedient, Qianlong beat Jiaqing's teachers. Zhu Di was spanked by Long Wenyuan for being naughty back then, and was beaten to a bloody head by Li Xiyan..."
"Did Zhu Yuanzhang kill Long Wenyuan and Li Xiyan from the nine tribes?"
The twenty-fifth biography of "History of the Ming Dynasty". The excerpt is as follows: "Li Xiyan, courtesy name Yu'an, was born in Jia. He lived in seclusion and was not an official. Taizu wrote a letter to recruit him, and when he came to the capital, he became the teacher of all the kings. The rules were strict. If the kings did not lead the teachings, they might be hit on the forehead. The emperor was angry. "
To say which emperor was the most protective of his sons in history, it was definitely Zhu Chongba.
But even if he protected the calf, his son and grandson were beaten by the imperial masters. No matter how angry Zhu Yuanzhang was, he did not kill the imperial masters. Instead, under the dissuasion of Empress Ma, he reprimanded his descendants to listen to the lectures and study hard.
As Zhang Shiwei was a powerful Confucian general with all-round talents in both civil and military affairs, he naturally knew this period of history.
"I don't need to be a king or a hegemon, I just want him to be safe!"
Zhang Shiwei's eyes were cracked, and his cane was placed on my shoulder: "What mistake did Yangyang make? Do you want to beat him like this?"
"He has no parents."
"He has lost his parents since he was three years old..."
It can be seen that Zhang Shiwei still believes in martial arts, but his emotions are a little out of control, which is completely inconsistent with his status as a great hero.
The next second, Zhang Shiwei roared again: "No matter how much you teach, you can't punish Yangyang corporally. He is still so young, he just turned seven."
I whispered: "What were you doing when you were seven years old?
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Zhang Shiwei angrily yelled at me: "There is no comparison. There is no comparison between our time and now!"
"At that time, the warlords divided the country and the people were as cheap as grass."
Looking at the obsessed Zhang Shiwei, I knew that reasoning had lost its effectiveness, so I said coldly: "Then do you know why I punish the little monster corporally?"
Under the mist.
Zhang Shiwei's anger that had just calmed down rose again: "Who is the little monster? You actually call Yangyang a little monster? Are you worthy of being a teacher?"
As he said this, Zhang Shiwei picked up Xiang Fei's bamboo cane and gave me a hard blow. The bullet hit me squarely on the gunshot wound on my arm.
At that moment, I only felt a stream of heat flowing out, soaking my thermal underwear.
I frowned, groaned, and withdrew the blow from Zhang Shiwei's cane. I gritted my teeth and shouted in a deep voice, "He doesn't abide by the classroom disciplines."
Zhang Shiwei touched the wound again: "Why don't you comply?"
Although Zhang Shiwei used a bamboo stick to hit me, his force was still very light. However, my wounds were still recovering and I could not withstand his torture.
So I stopped talking in circles with him and went straight to the killer point: "Your great-grandson speaks in class."
Zhang Shiwei, who was still angry, scolded me: "When you speak in class, you should..."
Suddenly, Wang Pan's suppressed exclamation came from next to him. Zhang Shiwei's body was suddenly shaken, and then his old eyes widened and he looked at me in surprise: "What did you say? Yang Yang spoke in class!"
"Say it again, are you..."
Holding Zhang Shiwei's bamboo stick in my right hand, I led the great patriarch to the door, turned around and left without saying anything.
Passing by Wang Pan, I whispered a few words to Wang Pan and slowly walked down the second floor.
Zhang Shiwei looked back at me, his face was full of doubts, he walked to the door with his neck hunched, and looked in sideways.
Immediately, Zhang Shiwei trembled and took two steps back.
Wang Pan quickly went up to support Zhang Shiwei, then came to the door to take a closer look, and immediately looked back at Zhang Shiwei with his mouth wide open.
At this moment, Zhang Shiwei could not find any words to describe his expression. His bulging eyes were looking straight at me at the top of the stairs, as if he had seen some miracle, and he was horrified, excited and unbelievable.
Suddenly, Zhang Shiwei turned around quickly, pulled Wang Pan away, and approached the door again.
This sight made Zhang Shiwei fascinated. His old bones kept shaking and shaking, as if he was about to burp in the next second.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Shiwei grabbed the door handle and tried to twist it in.
