MTL - My Brother-in-law is the Prince-Chapter 3 vertical

  Chapter 3 Shuzi

  Guozijian's Jijiu Hu Yan, as usual, took a short nap before going out to the toilet.

  He is a slow person, he can see everything, and he is calm in everything.

Everything was as usual, entering the latrine, stepping on the stepping boards in the latrine, at this time Hu Yan was still thinking about an article he read today, even though he was in the latrine, he was so excited that he couldn't help but sigh. The voice read silently: "The ancient gentleman established himself and practiced himself, and the one who makes people admire him is not..."

  Boom...

  Hu Yan's words came to an abrupt end.

   Hu Yan, who was squatting in the latrine, first had a blank head, then bent down, like a porcupine, howled and rushed out with his underwear in hand.

  This latrine is a dry toilet, and the place where the pit is squatting is connected to the cesspit below. After the muffled sound, Hu Yan was covered in golden things, both embarrassed and stinky.

  Hu Yan raised his trouser belt and howled, "Who, who is it?"

   While speaking, a group of teenagers ran away in a hurry.

   Hu Yan stood where he was, his mind was blank.

   When he gradually began to accept the reality, this humble gentleman who was originally from Nanchang Prefecture in Jiangxi Province during the Yongle Dynasty and was rarely known for his cultivation of kung fu could not help cursing: "Poke the aunt!"

  ...

  Hu Yan, who had been bathing for an entire hour, arrived at Minglun Hall aggressively and summoned all sentient beings. He was still angry and shouted: "Who did it?"

  All the teenagers were silent like cicadas, but they were completely silent.

   Are these descendants of military generals and heroes, or are they loyal and betraying classmates? Despicable!

  Zhang Fu stood upright, and couldn't help being complacent. He couldn't help being proud of doing such a great thing.

but…

  Although everyone is silent.

  At this time, the eyes of the teenagers were all looking at Zhang Fu.

  The smile on Zhang Fu's face gradually disappeared.

  Telling out is definitely not going to be betrayed, but as a young man, it's reasonable that you can't hide things in your heart.

  Zhang Fu subconsciously said: "Master...not me!"

  When he said this, Hu Yan was not only angry, but also an indescribable humiliation mixed with the anger.

  He insulted the old man's IQ!

  So there was a roar in Ming Lun hall: "Among all living beings, there is nothing more stubborn than you!"

  Sonic boom rubble!

  Hu Yan, a Confucian-born Guozijian Jijiu, has now transformed into a martial artist who is good at boxing.

  Zhang Fu: "Aww..."

  Zhang Anshi is a kind person, he is sad when the rabbit dies, and he cannot bear to see Zhang Fu being punished.

  But...everything has a good side, at least now Zhang Anshi...finally succeeded.

  Fortunately, he has taken a big step forward from the most evil relatives of the emperor with his own efforts, and now... he has become the second to last.

  It seems that if this continues, the image of him in Nanjing City will change. He...be a man again!

  Zhang Fu's **** was almost smashed, and he left school with the support of the young people.

  Although he was beaten, his face was full of red, and he babbled: "Brother Zhang, am I being loyal? I didn't confess to everyone."

  Zhang Anshi raised his thumb: "Guan Yunchang's rebirth is nothing more than that."

  Zhu Yong also nodded his head to express his approval for Zhang Fu.

  Zhang Anshi said again: "It's rare that we are all loyal people. We share the same temper and are both righteous. Why don't we burn yellow paper and be brothers?"

  Zhang Fu was limping, the words just now were his last stubbornness, in fact he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak now.

  Zhu Yong was full of enthusiasm: "Okay, okay, let's get married in Taoyuan."

  Hu Yan didn’t study every day. After all, he was the Imperial Academy’s Jijiu. According to the rules, he would teach one day’s homework every five days.

  Five days later, Zhang Anshi rushed to the school excitedly, Zhang Fu and Zhu Yong had already arrived, and Zhu Yong yelled: "Get married, get married!"

  Even Zhang Fu also said: "Master Hu is about to start class, you need to hurry up!"

  Zhang Anshi smiled and said, "I brought the yellow paper."

   As he spoke, he took out a stack of yellow paper from his sleeve.

   "Which one of you brought the chicken?"

   "Chicken?" Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu looked at each other in dismay: "Why do you want to eat chicken?"

  Zhang Anshi sighed and said: "It's not about eating chickens, it's killing chickens. We are serious brothers of the opposite sex. Of course, we have to be justified. Killing chickens and drinking chicken blood is a life-threatening friendship."

  Young people are precisely the ones who pay the most attention to the sense of ritual. Of course, this sense of ritual can probably be called Secondary School.

  After Zhu Yong listened, the little chicken pecked the rice and nodded: "An Shi knows everything, but where can I find chickens?"

  Zhang Anshi coughed: "I just heard a rooster crowing just now."

  Zhang Fu's eyes lit up: "Ah, this is the chicken raised by Master Hu."

  Hu Yan is a clear stream, after all, he is an academic officer, but thanks to the blessing of Emperor Taizu Gao Zhu Yuanzhang, the salary of officials is extremely low, and life in Nanjing is quite difficult, so his family raised seven reed chickens in the backyard.

  Zhang Anshi sighed: "It's urgent, what should I do?"

   "It's a pity that my injury is still not healed, otherwise..." Zhang Fu became anxious at this time.

  Both of them looked at Zhu Yong.

  Zhu Yong stared wide-eyed: "I won't let me steal it!"

  ...

   cluck cluck...

   Clap once, cut off with a knife.

   Right at the corner of the front yard of this school, among a pile of weeds, the reed chicken tilted its neck, and blood spattered out.

  Zhu Yong held the knife, bared his teeth, then put the knife away, cursing: "This must be a hen, chirping."

  The three of them burned yellow paper, drank chicken blood, and then naturally performed a clichéd performance, nothing more than the routine of being born in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

   Zhang Anshi is the oldest and has become the eldest brother.

  Zhu Yong is next, he is the second child.

   Zhang Fu is the youngest, so he can't help being young.

  When they heard the sound of the clapper, the three rushed to Minglun hall in a hurry.

  Hu Yan was in a particularly good mood.

   He sublimated.

  After all, time can always dilute bad memories.

  As the "Shangshu" said, tolerance is virtue.

  He was the same as before, and he couldn't help showing a reserved and polite smile when he was teaching, as if the previous unhappiness had never happened.

  After a class is taught, he doesn't care whether the teenagers listened attentively. You can't go deep into everything. What if you find something?

  So after class, it was Hu Yan who was the first to carry the bucket and run away.

   After another class, I couldn't help feeling happier.

  He returned to the back house and was about to go back to his study.

  But at this time, I heard a voice: "Come, come quickly."

   This is Mrs. Zhou's voice.

   Hu Yan frowned, he didn't like his wife's daily fuss.

  But the legs still went in the direction of Zhou Shi without disappointment.

   "Master, you... you... come and count..."

  Hu Yan's eyes fell on the chicken coop, and he read calmly: "One, two...five, six, seven..."

   The word seven just came out halfway, but it quickly retracted.

  Hu Yan began to breathe rapidly. He stretched out his fingers this time, fearing that he would miss it, and continued to count: "One...two...six... Where is the chicken, where is the chicken? Why is one missing?"

  Zhou said: "Could it be lost?"

   "Where is it, I usually don't get lost in the courtyard..."

  When Hu Yan said this, his body couldn't help trembling, his face was sallow, and he seemed to think of something in the blink of an eye.

   "Yes, yes, it must be those vertical sticks!"

   "Zhuzi? Could it be that the master is talking about those children? But they are children... let alone your students..."

  Hu Yan almost jumped up: "Just because I am a student of this old man, this old man feels bad. I am a teacher, don't you know what I taught myself?"

   Hu Yan felt distressed.

  It’s not about chickens... No, it’s about chickens. A chicken that grows so big is worth a lot of money, almost worth Hu Yan’s salary for a few days.

   Mrs. Zhou suddenly remembered something: "What you said, I remembered that this morning, there was a man who was not small, who was always poking around in the backyard..."

   "Is it the one with a black face and a mole on his forehead?"

   "Exactly!"

  Hu Yan beat his chest and fell to his feet, screaming: "Zhu Yong...is not a son of man!"

  (end of this chapter)