Chapter 54

In the second room, Zhao'er went to pour some hot water, and after washing their feet, they went to rest on the kang.

A big Kang, two quilts, one for each person.

But Zhao'er couldn't sleep today, and when she came back from the main room, she was a little excited.

She rolled over and over again.

"You do not sleep?"

It is reasonable to say that they would not rest so early, but today both of them have been busy all day, so they turned off the lights after recruiting children to go to the kang. But with the moon outside, you can still see clearly in the room.

Zhao'er sat up halfway, and moved to Xue Tingxiang's side.

"Dog, tell me what you meant when you scolded that old killer just now?"

Zhao'er knows how to swear, and has sweared before, but he has never seen such a method of swearing. Yang Zhong is so angry that he just swears, and Xue's family doesn't even know how to persuade him. From Zhao'er's point of view, isn't this the culmination of swearing, can you swear without uttering dirty words?

She wants to learn this method, it will come in handy sometime.

Xue Tingxiang turned over and gave her a backbone.

Zhao'er poked his shoulder with her finger: "What's wrong? Why are you angry again?"

He didn't move, and she moved closer.

The two of them were only separated by one person, and they wore thin clothes when they slept. Zhao'er leaned over, and even though Xue Tingshan had his back on his back, he could still feel a wave of heat rushing towards him, mixed with a faint fragrance.

There was a strange softness slightly attached to his shoulders, Xue Tingshan's back was stiff, and she heard her say on top of her head: "Don't take that old killer's words to heart, it's not that I said uncle and aunt are too narrow-minded." It’s too much, and even made such a fuss, do you really think that grandpa will regret it? Even if the family doesn’t say anything, there are still so many people watching outside, so don’t worry, we’ll go to the school to make a decision.”

She was very close to him, and the heat of her words sprayed on the tips of his ears, making him shiver again and again. At the same time, a hot numbness rushed from the tips of his ears to his neck, causing waves of unconscious trembling.

His breathing was a little tight, and he couldn't help turning over.

Zhao'er was still talking, and she didn't expect that he would turn over suddenly, and his face just crashed into her arms.

Xue Tingxiang's brain went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously fell backwards. It is obvious that it is about to leave at the touch of a touch, but it clearly feels a suffocating softness, and there is something faintly raised.

He recalled some situations in the dream, and he only felt his nose was hot, as if something flowed out.

"Are you alright?" Zhao'er heard a thud, saw him motionless, thought that something was wrong with him being bumped, hurriedly leaned over to look at his face.

"Why are you panicking! Really. Come on, let me rub it for you."

He covered his nose with one hand and pushed her with the other: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." He quickly turned over and said falteringly: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"You haven't told me what you mean by that!"

"It doesn't mean anything, just let him take a pee and take a picture of himself!"

"Ah?!" Zhao'er was stunned, and said after a while, "So that's what he meant, then you just let him take a pee and take a picture of yourself, and you said so much."

Seeing that he didn't answer himself, Zhao'er sat for a while and then lay down.

"Okay, go to bed now, I won't disturb you anymore."

*

Yang Zhong stayed at Xue's house for one night and left the next day.

Because it was rushing to the busy farming season, the Xue family resumed their usual work, and no one mentioned the previous incident, as if nothing happened that night.

Everything is so busy yet full of peace.

On this day, Xue Tingxiang and Zhao'er went to town early in the morning.

Different from the past, today Xue Tingxiang wore new clothes.

The clothes were brought out overnight by Zhao'er, because Boss Chen said that he would take Xue Tingxiang to Qingyuan Academy. This trip is very meaningful, so naturally it can't be as casual as before.

The gray-blue cotton gown was made by Zhao'er after imitating those school shirts in the town. Although the style is simple, it looks extraordinarily straight and docile after being washed with starch. Although Xue Tingxiang is thin and thin, his shoulders are flat and his back is straight. Wearing this student shirt, he has a particularly graceful temperament.

When they arrived at the place, Boss Chen took Xue Tingxiang out, while Zhao'er stayed at Dongliju.

The two of them went all the way to the east of the town, the more secluded they became as they went outside, and after walking for almost a cup of tea, they saw a building with white walls and black tiles standing at the end of their line of sight.

Seeing Xue Tingxiang's gaze resting on the building, Boss Chen said: "That is the Qinghe Academy." After a pause, he raised his hand and pointed to a building not far behind the Qinghe Academy: "That is the Qinghe Academy. Academy."

The two walked forward and passed Qinghe Academy, and saw that this academy was really extraordinary. The whole building exudes a magnificent temperament, the gate tower stands majestically, with a few golden characters "Qinghe Academy" written on the door plaque, and the two black-painted gates are closed tightly, with a look of repelling people thousands of miles away. momentum.

"It's too late for you to regret it now." Boss Chen said.

Following the sound of talking, the two of them crossed the Qinghe Academy, only to see the obviously much dilapidated small courtyard not far away.

The small courtyard is rigorous and simple, with clear water and white walls, and gray and black tiles. Even the door plaque is much smaller than that of the Qinghe Academy, with a few simple big-character books on it——

Qingyuan Academy.

Obviously, no matter where you look at it, it is not as good as the Qinghe Academy, but standing under the square door plaque and looking at the words on it, Xue Tingxiang felt a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

"Since the kid is here, I don't intend to regret it."

Boss Chen glanced at him appreciatively, and went to call the door.

Not long after, an elderly Zhaifu opened the door from the inside.

He seemed to know Boss Chen, and he led the two of them in without asking too much.

This school may not seem big, but it is actually small but well-equipped. It is the same as a general school. After passing the screen wall, there is a lecture hall on the central axis. There are two houses on the left and right sides. The temple on the left is built to worship the saint Confucius, and the house on the right is the place where the gentleman sits and rests and collects books.

After the lecture hall, there must be a shooting garden, a hall, a kitchen, etc. Xue Tingxiang knew the layout without looking. Because in his dream, he studied in Qinghe Academy for several years, but Qinghe Academy is much more spacious and grand than Qingyuan Academy.

Boss Chen led Xue Tingxiang to the right side of the house with ease, and when he reached a wing room, he straightened his clothes and sleeves, and then brought Xue Tingxiang in.

This wing room is furnished in a simple and elegant way, and there is a large painting on the central hall facing it, on which are written the words 'peace and distance'. Standing in front of the words was a thin middle-aged man, wearing a dark blue scribe shirt and a square scarf.

When he heard the movement, he turned around, and saw that he had long eyebrows, a thin face, and a few strands of beard. Judging from his appearance, he is a very serious and rigid person, but his eyes are calm and deep, obviously a person of great wisdom.

This person is Lin Miao, the owner of Qingyuan Academy.

"Brother Anqi, I'm here to bother you again." Boss Chen cupped his hands with a smile.

"The good brother of Mo."

Lin Miao smiled, obviously he had a good relationship with Boss Chen. After the two exchanged pleasantries, Boss Chen pointed to Xue Tingxiang and said, "This is the young man I told you about."

Lin Miao looked over.

Obviously Xue Tingxiang has extensive knowledge, and he has never seen any kind of person in that dream, even the Ninth Five-Year Master, he has seen several, but there is an inexplicable sense of awe.

"Boy Xue Tingxiang, I have met you." He clasped his hands together and bowed in salute.

Lin Miao nodded: "Since you're here, stay here. The school will open in ten days, so you can just come here when it's time."

"Mr. Xie."

Boss Chen glanced at Lin Miao, as if he wanted to say something, seeing this, Xue Tingxiang tactfully said that he was going out for a walk, so he avoided going out.

After Xue Tingxiang went out, Boss Chen said: "Brother An Qi, don't you believe in the eyes of a younger brother? I have observed these days, and this son has a calm mind, is diligent and hardworking, and is quite talented in reading. He only needs one A good teacher, if there is a good teacher to guide, I think the future will be limitless in the future."

The reason why Boss Chen said that was because Lin Miao's performance was too plain. He originally thought that Lin Miao loves calligraphy, and after reading Xue Tingxiang's calligraphy, and his lobbying, he should accept him as a student no matter what.

This student is different from the students in the academy, and can be regarded as a student entering the room. As the saying goes, a teacher for a day is a father for life. A young child has more than one teacher from the beginning of school until he passes the exam/fame.

When you start learning, you are called a teacher, that is, a teacher of enlightenment. The karma teacher is the teacher who teaches the karma, also known as the scripture teacher. Those who teach their work must pass on their scriptures, and those who pass on their scriptures must educate their people, so a teacher is extremely important to a student. There are also human teachers and seat teachers, which will not be mentioned here.

As for what Boss Chen said about "accepting students", the teacher is more like a combination of a professional teacher and a human teacher to students. He not only needs to teach them, but also teaches them the principles of life, which is different from treating ordinary students. The teacher has to cultivate it carefully, and it can be regarded as inheriting his mantle.

Of course, students have to pay relatively, and they must truly be teachers for one day and fathers for life. This kind of relationship is not father and son, but victory is father and son, which is very popular among scholars today. The intertwined relationship among scholars in Shilin was laid on this basis, and gradually developed into a towering tree.

Lin Miao laughed: "You really value him very much."

Boss Chen sneered: "If I didn't miss you, you would think that I have the time to meddle in your business. Don't forget the October competition, if Qingyuan Academy loses again this year..."

Boss Chen didn't say what he said next, but Lin Miao understood what it meant.

He sighed softly: "Everything is determined by God, if it is the case in reality, you can't force it."

Boss Chen repeatedly shook his head and stomped his feet and said, "Oh, I'm not talking about you. Your temperament is the most troublesome. You talk about the way of a gentleman with others, but others never follow you. Year after year They were all defeated by that villain, and now there are no good seedlings who are willing to come here to study, what should we do in the long run."

"Brother Mo Zhi, you don't understand."

"Yes, yes, I don't understand, I just know that if this continues, the reputation of the Qingyuan Academy will be lost in your hands."

After finishing speaking, both of them were silent.

Lin Miao looked tired, and Boss Chen seemed to know that he had made a slip of the tongue. He slowed down his tone, and said, "I can't do anything about you. Anyway, I brought him for you. I'm really optimistic about this child. As for the rest, you can figure it out yourself."

Lin Miao nodded: "Brother Mo Zhi, thank you in advance for my brother, but the matter of accepting apprentices will be discussed later. Don't worry, he has entered the Qingyuan Academy, and I will teach him carefully."

Boss Chen also understood where his heart knot was, and he didn't force it. The two chatted for a while, and Boss Chen said goodbye.

When Boss Chen came out of the wing, Xue Tingxiang had just returned.

He was taken by Zhaifu to wander around the school, and he could see that the school was a bit old, and the paint on many buildings was peeling off, but every flower, plant and tree could be seen to be elegant.

It's like a place to study, unlike the Qinghe Academy, where there is a smell of copper everywhere.

The two left hand in hand, Xue Tingxiang asked Boss Chen about Shu Xiu on the way.

After asking about it, I found out that the repairs at Qingyuan Academy are very cheap, apart from the usual six rites of apprenticeship, only one tael of silver is needed a year.

As for the usual etiquette of filial piety, it only depends on family background and intentions, and it doesn't matter whether you give it or not. In addition, regarding the dormitory study, you can choose to do the dormitory study or not, but you must come to the morning study every day. As for meals, you can choose to bring your own rice, or you can choose to pay a certain amount of money every month and have it supplied by the school, both of which are debatable.

It's not like the Qinghe Academy that requires students to live in dormitories, just to charge the expensive accommodation and meals.

According to Boss Chen, in the past, when the Qingyuan Academy had court subsidies, the annual tael of silver was not collected. It was only later that the subsidies were lost, and the gentlemen and handymen in the academy had to support their families before they were charged. Silver taels.

Boss Chen sighed in his tone, and Xue Tingxiang also sighed in his heart.

In his dream, 'Xue Tingxiang' had been studying in the Qinghe Academy for three years. If he had known about the existence of this Qingyuan Academy, Zhao'er would not have been so busy for his training. It would not be so desperate to give up, and he would not waste three years in Qinghe Academy.

Fortunately, the reality and the dream finally deviated, and the inexplicable Xue Tingxiang felt relieved.

Since Xue Tingxiang made up his mind to copy the books, Zhao'er had no reason to object.

However, she even made a big wish that she would earn a lot of money in the future and not let him worry about a book, not to mention here.

After Zhao'er helped him lay out the paper, he went to find a suitable needle and thread, planning to bind it for him after he finished writing.

Xue Tingxiang laughed a little, but didn't say anything, and started to write seriously on the paper.

He planned to copy all the books he had memorized, because he found a problem. Since he had that dream, 'Xue Tingxiang' had more and more influence on him, including the impact on his own memory.

Especially all the books he has learned since he was a child. He had flipped through the memory of that dream before, and he had memories of some bibliographies in elementary school and even college, but his memory was extremely vague, and many of the more detailed things had been forgotten.

He thought about the reason, and felt that "he" seemed to be very disgusted with the memory of studying hard in the cold window, so he always adopted an evasive attitude. In addition, the Xue Tingxiang in the dream has lived for more than seventy years. Since he passed the Jinshi examination, he has been obsessed with officialdom battles, but he doesn't care about his own knowledge.

After so many years, his memory is more about the ups and downs of the officialdom, the various forces in the party struggle, and the speculation of the people, rather than the original essence of a scholar.

Seriously speaking, 'Xue Tingxiang' is not a real scholar, he is just a politician.

But obviously he doesn't need these things now, as if a young child has a sword, he knows the significance of these things to his future. But today a young child needs nothing more than a piece of clothing, or just food and clothing.

But these memories have already begun to affect his own memory. He doesn't want to forget what he has learned. What he needs to do now is to consolidate his memory and combine with 'Xue Tingxiang''s advanced understanding of many things. This is the right way.

And the best way to master it is nothing more than copying books.

Obviously this yellow bamboo paper is of very low quality, the brush strokes should not be light or heavy, the ink will be uneven if it is light, and it will smudge if it is heavy, but Xue Tingxiang writes on it like flowing clouds and flowing water as if there is nothing. The handwriting on it is full and round, and it is extraordinarily majestic.

Zhao'er held his breath and didn't even dare to make a sound. His eyes fell on Xue Tingxiang, who was writing vigorously. Suddenly, he had the illusion that a little man had grown up.

Xue Tingxiang quickly wrote a sheet, and he was about to take it away to dry, Zhao'er quickly took it, and spread it carefully on the kang. Her eyes were attracted by those words. She couldn't tell how beautiful they were, but felt like a painting.

And during this period, Xue Tingxiang wrote another one.

In this way, Xue Tingxiang wrote and asked children to dry it. After a while, the kang was covered with paper.

A book of the Three Character Classic does not contain more than a thousand characters, and Xue Tingxiang finished it very quickly.

He put down the pen, took a deep breath, and moved his wrist a few times. He hadn't written at such a high density for a long time, and it was a challenge to his wrist strength.

"Actually, I can copy books to subsidize my family." He said suddenly.

He had been thinking about this for a long time. In his dream, he only read books blindly. He really managed to "keep his ears off the outside world and read only the books of sages and sages".

The former "he" was helpless and emotional about this situation, but he had more than enough energy, and Zhao'er was really capable, and he had a talent that no one else had in business, and he answered everything in every detail, and never let him go. He worries about money, so he doesn't think about it anymore.