The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

Looking at the young girl before him, the Teacher finally sighed. "Regardless of the reason for your fight, I do not encourage such behavior. You are scholars, people who study. How can you always resort to violence to solve problems? How is that any different from monkeys in the wild fighting over territory?"

After speaking, he said coldly, "Extend your hands."

Then, Scholar Meng rapped each of their palms with his ruler.

Actually, the raps weren’t painful, but it was a punishment, and that carried a different weight. Many students were used to these punishments, so they hardly felt a thing.

But for Zhao Zhitong, this was her first time having her palm struck by the Teacher. Although the strike was light, her palm throbbed with a fiery pain. Seeing the Teacher’s rarely seen stern expression, tears welled up in her eyes.

Crying, she said, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I will never fight in the classroom again. Please don’t dislike Tongtong."

Now, the Teacher couldn’t maintain his stern expression. He spoke to her earnestly, "I don’t dislike you, young girl. I’m just angry with all of you, and with myself, for not teaching you better."

At this, Qiao Muchen also began to apologize. "It’s our fault, Teacher. We haven’t learned our lessons well. We will definitely change."

Wei Shulan and Zhao Yue also lowered their heads and apologized softly.

Scholar Meng was quite satisfied with these four children. Seeing their sincere apologies, he adopted a stern expression once more and reprimanded Wei Shulian and the others who had instigated the trouble.

In the end, after all the students had cleaned up the classroom together, he punished each of them by ordering them to copy the first Chapter of the Analects when they returned home. He would check it the next day.

So, when school was over, the four of them agreed to copy the Analects together in Qiao Muchen’s study.