The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

When Li Jin entered the lecture hall of Class A, it was no accident that he found a familiar face.

Zou Xiujie was young and not tall. He was sitting in the first row boring and rubbing ink, but a familiar figure swept away from the end of his eyes.

The light outside the door was too strong, and he squinted to look over.

"Brother Li Jin!"

Li Jin walked over and Zou Xiujie said again, "It's great that you also come to Ningxing College to study!"

Li Jin didn't have time to relive the past, just as he was about to enter.

He asked: "There is someone behind you, can I sit here?"

Zou Xiujie said: "No one, Jiang Lang is here, hurry up, he is very strict."

The teachings of Ningxing Academy are all from a literary background to teach scholars; while Jiang Lang is a scholar of scholars, but he has rich teaching experience and teaches to children.

After Li Jin sat down, Jiang Lang just stepped on the threshold.Everyone saluted Lang.

Talking Lang is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a small build and a serious face.Sure enough, when he saw the new faces in the lecture hall, he didn't take much care, and directly started to order people to endorse.

But I also know that to take care of the new students, I ordered Li Jin and only asked him to recite a paragraph of "Holy Oracles".