Qiu Wuhen said: "You just said that Cheetah beat Zhang Dalang to death with a stick because Zhang Dalang had bullied him, so why did he go with Zhang Dalang and the others?"

"As far as I know, Zhang Dalang suddenly appeared when he was leaving the city. If he had known that Zhang Dalang was inside, I estimate that the other people, including the giraffe and the cheetah, would never have participated. But they had already left the city, and Zhang Dalang was there again.

Suddenly appeared, the two of them didn't dare not go, otherwise Zhang Dalang would beat them. So they were forced to participate, I think that's how it should be."

"You said it as if you saw it. Did you see it at the city gate?"

"I didn't. Don't we meet at the city gate every time we go out? I guessed that they would meet at the city gate, and Zhang Dalang suddenly appeared. Isn't that what happened?"

Chuncan said: "I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, I didn't see it at the city gate, so I won't talk nonsense."

Fei Wudan was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm just thinking about it. Mr. Qiu, you can make your own judgment."

Qiu Wuhen nodded and said, "It doesn't matter."

Chuncan said to Fei Wudan: "Are you done?"

Fei Wudan blushed and nodded: "That's it. That's all I can think of. I'll add more when I think of something later. You say it first."

Chuncan gave him a roll of his eyes, and then said to Qiu Wuhen with a smile: "What I know is definitely the most important, what he knows is just superficial, and every student in the school knows it. But what I know is absolutely not what they know.

Know."

Qiu Wuhen nodded and said, "Then you say it."

Chuncan rolled his eyes and said: "No, you have to write me a sample essay. Didn't you just say that you can't comment on our essay, lest Mr. Linghu read it and tell him differently, which would affect his teaching?

Okay? Well, some of us don’t know how to write this article now. You are a scholar. You write a model essay for us to see. We will open our eyes and expand our ideas. Won’t we make progress in this way? Then we

Let's go back and write our eight-legged essay according to your ideas, and we can hand it in tomorrow when the teacher comes back."

"I don't ask for excellence, as long as I can deliver on assignments. Anyway, my article is so nonsense that I don't even like to read it myself, let alone my husband. Can you write a sample article for me as an example?"

Qiu Wuhen curled his lips, and was about to refuse flatly, because he didn't know how to do it. Moreover, he couldn't do a bad calligraphy at all, and even if he wrote, it would make people laugh. At this moment, the Chinese medicine gourd in his mind shook twice, and he risked

Produce a string of words: "I have stored eight-part essays for all imperial examinations in the Ming and Qing dynasties. You can use the engine to search and print them out."

Qiu Wuhen was overjoyed when he heard it. It turned out that in addition to medical treatment and forensic identification, Yaohulu also had the function of searching for eight-part essays. It was simply amazing.

He said excitedly: "When you say printing, do you control my hand and print this article out in writing?"

Yao Gulu displays a line of words: "Yes, print it as it is. The handwriting is exactly the same as the original."

This solves a big problem, and you don't have to worry about your chicken-foot-like crappy writing being embarrassing. It's simply amazing.

A very important condition for anyone who takes the imperial examination is to have good calligraphy. Otherwise, if your handwriting is too bad, the marking officials will directly eliminate the article without even reading the content carefully. Therefore, anyone who passes the imperial examination will

Articles are all written in one stroke, and quite a few of them are quite good at calligraphy and can be called talented calligraphers.

Qiu Wuhen was immediately elated, and really had the urge to worship the medicinal gourd.

So he looked at Chuncan and smiled meaningfully and said, "You just want me to write a model essay and not comment on your essay?"

"Of course, what you just said makes sense. I'm afraid that your comments may conflict with what the teacher said and affect our study. That's right. How about you write a sample essay?"

"Okay, bring me the question."

Fei Wutong was the most enthusiastic, and immediately took the proposition of the eight-part essay written by the teacher on his desk and handed it to Qiu Wuhen. Qiu Wuhen read it silently, and the Chinese medicine gourd in his mind crackled, as if searching, and soon he

An article appeared, smelling of ink, and marked as an eight-legged essay written by Tanhua in a certain year of the Qing Dynasty.

The article that came third in the imperial examination was definitely considered a beautiful article. It would be a piece of cake to write this article as a model essay, so Qiu Wuhen said without saying a word: "Grind the ink and get a pen.

"

Chuncan happily rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the pine ink with her slender hands and slowly ground it on the inkstone. Several little guys surrounded Qiu Wuhen, looking at him eagerly and expectantly.

Qiu Wuhen didn't even think about it. Mo Yan took Langhao's pen and put it on the paper. Immediately, a stream of white air flowed out from the medicine gourd, and he immediately started writing automatically. The pen moved quickly and smoothly, from beginning to end.

When Qiu Wuhen put down the brush and breathed a sigh of relief, several others were stunned. Not to mention anything else, just the flow of thoughts without any pause was astounding.

Even if he had written a similar article before, he should have paused and thought about it for a moment. But he didn't need to, Yao Gulu just took his hand and sprayed it upwards, and the words were typed exactly like the original manuscript.

Fei Wudan stared at it dumbfounded and said: "Sir, you are really amazing. Just now I had some doubts that you were a scholar at the age of twelve. Now that you say that you were a scholar at the age of two, I absolutely believe it. It's so amazing."

Linghu Zhi chuckled and said: "Of course, have you read this article? It is so shocking that it makes people cry and makes people completely defeated."

These people seemed to be used to her random use of idioms, and no one tried to correct her.

Chuncan was surprised, happy, and looked at Qiu Wuhen with envy and said: "I haven't read this article yet, but this calligraphy is simply the most beautiful calligraphy I have ever seen. It turns out that Mr. Qiu's calligraphy is so good, I

I have never seen you write before. I must treasure this calligraphy treasure as a model for me to practice calligraphy. If I can write such a neat and elegant stroke, I am afraid that my father will wake up laughing in his dreams."

Fei Wutong said: "The calligraphy is very beautiful, but I don't understand this article very well. Is it relevant to the topic? If the teacher knew that it was written like this, would the teacher laugh at it for going off topic?"

Chuncan immediately hit him on the head and said: "You are the only one stupid to go off topic. Mr. Qiu's calligraphy is such an article, but you didn't read it carefully."

Fei Wutong immediately touched his head and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I'm just thinking about it. Let's read this article again."

As Chuncan spoke, she took the article, shook her head and started reading. After only reading for a moment, she said repeatedly: "Great article, I don't know how to praise this article."

Linghu Zhi giggled again and said: "You are such a big fool. If you want to learn more idioms from my father like me, you will know how to praise me. Tell me, what are the words in Brother Qiu's article?

, it’s all a mistake made by God, and it will definitely be infamy for thousands of years.”

Qiu Wuhen's head was sweating and he said: "It should be a miraculous workmanship that will be remembered for centuries."

"Really? Why do I feel that the idioms you are talking about are wrong! My dad said that this is not how idioms are used. You should learn idioms from my dad. Although your article is good, your idioms may not be better than my dad's.

."
Chapter completed!