My Sister is a Bit Ruthless

  Chapter 26 [Fan Wai] 01 Fighting Birds

The origins of this article are explained: Soy Sauce Tin Hau, the author of the book "My Sister Is A Little Ruthless", first published on the Reading Group's Starting Girl Network, is currently the code word Benbei. , Due to insufficient brain oxygen supply, CPU short circuit, and nerve center convulsions, accidentally released the chapter points that were regularly released the next day...

  The heart of the Queen of Soy Sauce at this time is the rain in June, dripping non-stop.

The heart of the Queen of Soy Sauce is more broken than Leng Siyu being smashed by Lin Wanru in public; more sad than Leng Yuanyuan standing on the balcony to watch Lin Wanru, who had been reunited for a long time, leaving; I am crazy after launching Room 0101;

  It’s more helpless than Leng Yuanyuan’s heart, who only needs to recite eight lines of poems every day but was forced by Leng Siyu to recite "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye"...

  So, "My Sister Is A Little Ruthless" was born with "Fan Wai 01"...

  ……

  Tianxiang Middle School’s class bell rang, and Nian Wentian, a history teacher with a demeanor and knowledge, walked into the classroom of the second and first grade of high school unhurriedly and stepped onto the podium calmly.

He supported the silver titanium thin square spectacle frame, cleared his throat, adjusted his facial expressions, scanned the audience with eyes deeper than the vast sky, and asked in a moderately rhythmic, non-exaggerated or dull tone. : "There are ten birds on the tree. The hunter shot and killed one. How many birds are left on the tree?"

  The whole class was confused at that time.

Hold the grass, is this a history class or a math class? Is this asking a high school student or a kindergarten student? Is this playing a routine or a brain teaser? Is this an academic discussion or I want to do it? Life navigation?

  Sixty students in the whole class thought in unison, this is definitely a pit that Teacher Nian dug for us, we can’t just jump into it stupidly...We are not fooled in 94, we are not fooled in 94, how witty we are!

  So, this kind of question, which can be answered in ten seconds in kindergarten, has not been answered for more than one minute in the second and first class of high school.

Teacher   Nian felt speechless and thought, what’s wrong with our students and what’s wrong with our education? Does our education make people stupid?

  Nian Wentian began to answer questions by name, "Wang Xiaobao, you can answer this question."

  Wang Xiaobao stood up and replied confidently: "Teacher, 10-1=9, there are 9 birds on the tree."

  There was a burst of unfriendly laughter in the classroom. Hua Keduo's laughter was the loudest, after all, she had a relatively large lung capacity.

   "Hua Ke Duo, can you interpret the connotation of your laughter for us?"

   "The bird heard the gunshot, how could anyone not run? There should be no birds on the tree."

  Nian Wentian looked at Leng Siyu, "Leng Siyu, you seem to be in a good state of mind today, and you should have a clear mind. Whose answer do you think is correct? Do you have any other answers?"

Leng Siyu stood up while biting her pen, and replied: "Teacher, I personally think this question is not very meaningful, because its answer can actually be any data from 0 to 10! The answers of Wang Xiaobao and Huakeduo may be correct or not. It may be wrong!"

   "Xia Pengfei, do you think Leng Siyu's answer is valid?" Nian Wentian did not ask Leng Siyu's reason, but went to ask Xia Pengfei's opinion.

  Xia Pengfei stood up and replied calmly: "My opinion is the same as that of Leng Siyu."

  Wang Xiaobao refused to accept it and said, “How could it be any data from 0 to 10? Can you explain the reason for the 0 answer?”

  Xia Pengfei replied faintly: "The bird that was killed fell off, and the other birds flew away when they heard the gunshot."

  Wang Xiaobao asked, "The reason why there is only one bird left on the tree."

Xia Pengfei replied: "The bird that was killed did not fall, and other birds flew away. Or the bird that was killed fell off, and the other birds, except one deaf-eared bird, stayed on the tree, and the other birds all flew away. ."

   "The reason why there are 2 left on the tree?"

   "Two deaf birds stayed on the tree, the others fell off and flew away."

   "The reason why there are 3 left on the tree?"

"1 was deaf and left in the tree, 1 was too sleepy and fell asleep and remained in the tree, 1 was killed and remained in the tree hole and did not fall, and the rest were taken away by gunfire... "

   "So what about 4?"

"The same reason can be inferred. In addition to deaf ears, there may also be people who refuse to leave because of the death of a dead bird; it is also possible that the IQ is very low and they don't know to leave after hearing the gunshot; it is also possible to hear the gunshot and still stay fainted and scared to death. On the tree; it may also be left on the tree because the silent pistol did not interfere with other birds;

It is also possible to stay on the tree because they are too hungry to fly; it is also possible to stay on the tree because they have no love for life and want to take the initiative to die; it is also possible to guess that the hunter has no bullets and stay on the tree... …

  Uh, there are many possibilities. In short, with these uncertain factors, any data can be established. "

  Xia Pengfei’s answer was ridiculous, but Nian Wentian was very satisfied. He motioned to a few students to sit down and asked Liu Xudong, “Liu Xudong, what is my intention in designing this problem today?”

   Liu Xudong stood up, pondered for a moment, and said, “Teacher Nian wants to cultivate our reverse thinking, divergent thinking, and cultivate our spirit of questioning and argumentation. This is very helpful for us to analyze historical things and do subjective historical examination questions."

  Jiang Meidan listened and whispered to Ye Zhiqiu: "Xudong deserves to be second in grade!"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly raised her hand, trying to find a sense of existence. After obtaining permission, she slowly stood up, "The answer to the question designed by the teacher is uncertain. Does it show the rationality of'history is a girl who can be dressed up"? "

  Nian Wentian did not give a positive answer, but directly asked the whole class on this question: "Do students think that'history is a little girl who can be dressed up'? Please get up and answer Zhou Yang."

Zhou Yang got up and talked freely, "I think this is correct. Historical understanding is highly subjective. The evaluation of historical things is often that the benevolent sees the benevolent, and the wise sees wisdom. Different characters have different classes, positions, and knowledge. Constrained by, ability, experience and other factors, there will often be completely different evaluations of the same thing.

For example, for the founder of a unified feudal dynasty in a certain country, some people think that he should be an emperor through the ages when he pioneered the great cause of unification and established the political structure of a certain country for thousands of years; and others said that he was really a tyrant with severe punishments and aggressive laws. .

  It can be seen from this that ‘history is indeed a little girl who can be dressed up.’ "

   "Well said!" Wang Xiaobao praised.

   "Yes, this sentence makes a lot of sense." Many people echoed it.

Nian Wentian is obviously dissatisfied with this kind of cognition, and he said solemnly; "In this way, when we evaluate history, we can arbitrarily reverse right and wrong, obliterate merits and demerits, and distort facts? Is there any support for this? Students with different opinions?"

  "Siyu, do you see?" Nian Wentian turned his attention to Leng Siyu, and he hoped that Leng Siyu could give a relatively rational answer. But Leng Siyu did not respond. The wild horse of her thoughts was running in the wilderness. She was thinking about whether to go to the furniture factory or go to the electrical company to do odd jobs.

  Xia Pengfei knocked on Leng Siyu’s desktop, and Leng Siyu glared at Xia Pengfei, "Don’t interfere with my idea of ​​making money!"

  Xia Pengfei pointed to the handsome uncle on the podium and said, "He is the one who interferes with you!"

  Leng Siyu raised her eyes to Nian Wentian and honestly confessed the fact that her thoughts had broken down, "Sorry, teacher, I'm lost."

   "What do you think of'History is a little girl who can be dressed up"?"

  Leng Siyu stood up, stroked her hair and said, "If so, I beat Xia Pengfei, can it be said that he beat me?

  This statement is flawed. It exaggerates the subjectivity of historical knowledge while ignoring the objectivity of historical knowledge. The fact that I beat Xia Pengfei exists objectively. No matter how others see it, no matter how I see it, our views can be different, but different views cannot change the facts themselves.

  In short, historical understanding should be the unity of objectivity and subjectivity. "

  All the students applauded, including Xia Pengfei, who was lying on the gun, also applauded!

  (End of this chapter)