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Chen Xi finally had the opportunity to study.

Although he just went to learn to write with a down-and-out scholar and could not systematically learn the Four Books and Five Classics and other imperial examination contents, it was not considered a study, but this was of great significance to Zhou. He not only bought paper and pen for Chen Xi, but also bought a square inkstone and ink, and took out an old clothes overnight to sew a schoolbag for him.

The next morning, Shen Mingjun sent his son to school. Before leaving, Zhou repeatedly told him, fearing that the child would let her down.

Learning to read is nothing, and he can't even touch the imperial examination. Chen Xi felt that my mother's expectations were too high, but it was rare for children from poor families to have the opportunity to read. He could only follow Zhou's instructions and said that he would definitely study hard.

When we arrived at the place, Chen Xi realized that the so-called classroom was just a dilapidated land temple, and even the tiles on the roof were not repaired. At this time, the sun hung on the hill to the east, and a few rays of sunlight fell from the gap between the tiles, making the room bright.

An old man with wrinkles on his face and wearing a shabby Confucian shirt was so weak that his hands and feet were trembling. At this moment, he was using a small wooden stick to draw out two words from the sand table on the table in front of him, so that more than a dozen children below could read with him.

"This is old, this is new. For example, the clothes you have just made are new, and they will become old after wearing them for a long time!"

The old man said for a while, but the students below still didn't understand, and many people looked confused on their faces.

At this time, the old man saw a parent bringing his children outside, and his face flashed with joy. He quickly put down his teaching work and walked out of the dilapidated temple.

After a brief greeting, Chen Xi realized that the old man in front of him was fifty-five years old. He had been taking the exam for more than 30 years. Although he had passed the county and government exams, he was stuck in the provincial exam and was still a child.

Shen Mingjun wanted to talk to the old man about Shu Xiu, so he asked Chen Xi to go to the classroom first.

Chen Xi walked among the students who kept looking at him, put down the small wooden stool he brought, and then placed his schoolbag in front of the bench, and then sat down slowly.

The students around him whispered to each other and commented on Chen Xi.

When ordinary children come to learn to write, they have to wait until they are about ten years old to have the best memory and understand something a little. Chen Xi is six years old and has the smallest and shortest among this group of students, and he only comes with his schoolbag, so it looks abrupt.

Seeing that the surrounding eyes were full of greed and covetousness, Chen Xi secretly complained that something was wrong, so he quickly picked up the schoolbag from the ground and carried it into his arms to avoid being taken away.

"Hey, boy, where did you come from?" asked a dark-skinned boy, looking tall and strong.

Chen Xi looked at the boy. Rong Laocheng was at least thirteen or fourteen years old. He waved his fists and stared at him fiercely. Chen Xi lowered his head and replied: "I am from Taohua Village and my name is Chen Xi."

The surrounding students were talking a lot, and the boy asked again: "Where is Taohua Village?"

It's hard to answer Chenxi. Could it be that he would explain the geography knowledge of the first-time literacy boy's geography to the north, south, south, west, right and east, and then tell him how to go to Taohua Village? Finally, the boy looked angry: "Why don't you say something? Forget it, you just need to understand one thing. You must listen to me when learning to read here, otherwise you will beat you up."

A hero does not suffer a loss in front of him. Chen Xi and Wang Lingzhi can still use opportunistic methods, but when faced with such a guy who is two heads taller than him, there is no reason to say.

"What's in your schoolbag? Take it out and take a look!" As he said that, the young man rushed over to grab Chen Xi's schoolbag.

Chen Xi quickly protected his schoolbag and argued: "This is what my mother gave it to me."

The young man said angrily: "You have a mother but we don't have one? Take it!" Yi took the schoolbag over. When he opened the schoolbag and saw the paper and pen inside, he saw the gold, silver and treasures, and his eyes were filled with greed light.

"Wow, there are pens and papers. Come on, let's divide them. Two pieces of paper are not enough, but the paper is still a little small. You guys, half of the small ones, and the rest belongs to me."

The young man obviously had been a boss for a long time and had a very organized way of sharing things. Unfortunately, the things from Chen Xi were just now, but now they were taken away and separated. It was like walking into a bandit's nest, and Chen Xi didn't even have a place to reason.

Chen Xi looked sad and considered whether to complain to his husband?

But when I think about it, the old man who teaches to read is extremely pedantic. Such people are most afraid of trouble. Based on the principle that it is better to have less than more things, they will definitely not support him.

Chen Xi didn't care much about the paper. He had a lot of high-quality rice paper in his house's warehousing room. He just regarded it as paying "protection fees" to these classmates who were older than him.

"What's the quarrel? Sit down quickly, and I'll teach you how to recognize new words."

The old man came back after collecting the bush and his face was full of red. After all, it was a one-time fee for coming to learn to read, which means that no matter how many days the student studied, the tuition fee would not be refunded.

When he reached the age of an old man, half of his body had been buried. He was a scholar and had no hope for a scholar. He had no energy to farm and had no energy to support his family. He could earn more money by making more students, which was a great thing for him.

Then the old man continued to teach writing, without exception, he asked the students to use small wooden sticks to scratch the ground. Anyway, there was mud inside and outside the dilapidated temple. After the stroke was pulled, it was flattened again with his hands. The old man was also responsible. After teaching two new words, he would ask the students to write them themselves. Because the students could not see the words written by the old man on the sand table, they would usually go up and read them, and they would go back and forth several times before writing them out, and they usually lacked arms and legs.

Chen Xi is different. Those words were simpler to him. He could write them neatly with his eyes closed. But in order to be more ordinary, he was patient and learned from others that he had come forward to see the sand table, and then write them in a crooked manner when he came back.

The old man just came over and saw it all, and nodded with relief and praised: "Okay, it's well written, keep going."

The old man only said these words to Chen Xi throughout the morning.

In the afternoon, students had to go back to help their homes with work. If classes were not started, Chen Xi returned home with an empty schoolbag.

At this time, Shen Mingjun was still working in the Wang family, while Zhou took Lin Dai to the tailor shop. Only Shen Xi was left in the yard. He reorganized all the things he had prepared before and started painting.

After the previous failures, Chen Xi was familiar with the road and finished the painting in less than half an hour. This time it was much better than the previous ones.

Next is to engrave the seals of collectors of all generations.

Because Chen Xi wanted to make Wang Meng's paintings, which completely imitated Wang Meng's style and did not need to follow any ready-made model. All he needed to do was to find two or three famous collectors in the Ming Dynasty, such as Hongwu, Yongle, Hong Xi, Xuande, etc., and just carve their seals and stamp them. Finally, the old process was made, and the calligraphy and paintings were made into place for two hundred years. In this way, the perfect fake Wang Meng's landscape paintings were completed.

Chen Xi was thin and it was very difficult to carve stone seals. He couldn't even carve the wood. However, he had thought of this a long time ago and asked Wang Lingzhi to find a few pieces of white wax in advance and carve the seals on the wax with a small carving knife.

Although this kind of seal is not good, what Chen Xi wants is disposable and not for preservation. After using it, he melts the wax and can be reused.

After more than two hours of hard work, Chen Xi finally finished the painting, even the seal was covered, and the rest was just to use lime and charcoal to make calligraphy and paintings used.

It took a few days to smoke the painting with soaked lime and charcoal. He placed the things in the utility room and covered it with thatch, and then came out of the utility room.

At this time, the sky was getting dark. Not long after, Zhou took Lin Dai back home. Seeing that Chen Xi was dirty all over, the spirit on Zhou's face immediately faded and said angrily: "You stupid boy, just like a mud monkey, can't you cause trouble in school?"

Chen Xi then noticed the dust on his body, which was all stained by him when he was fiddling with lime and charcoal. Chen Xi quickly decided: "Where is it? I have studied very seriously, and the gentleman praised me."

"real?"

Zhou then smiled again, "Then come into the room and write out the words you learned today for your mother to learn about the past and learn the new things you want to do when studying. You must review the old and learn the new things and not let go. If you don't read and write often, you will not recognize them in the future."

"Mom is really knowledgeable."

Chen Xi said, but thought to himself: "I am treating me as a fool who forgets words with my pen. At least we have been studying hard for more than twenty years. If we can't even remember a few words, will we still have to mess up in the future?"

When Chen Xi wrote down all the words that his husband taught him on the ground, Zhou looked at him with a smile, and asked from time to time what the words it was, Chen Xiyi answered.

Unfortunately, Zhou was illiterate, and even if Chen Xi wrote it wrong, she didn't know. Finally, Zhou nodded and praised: "Silly kids are really capable. They have learned so many words in just one day. Today, I will give you a good meal. Looking back, do you know how to teach Dai'er these words?"

Chen Xi smiled and said, "What Mom said is, the child understands."

Then Zhou went into the kitchen to cook. Lin Dai sat on the small stool beside Shen Xi, looked at the words on the ground, frowned and asked, "Yanwa, have you lied to your mother? You also wrote a lot of words that day, which is much more complicated than these, but you obviously recognized words the most today!"

Chen Xi glanced at the little loli: "Hey, don't speak like my mother. You girl's house or my wife, how can you call me a nickname?"

Lin Dai habitually pouted: "You asked me to call your brother, but my mother asked me to call you brother, so I can only call you nickname. You haven't answered me yet, have you lied to my mother?"

Chen Xi thought to himself, you think I am stupid, I admit it on the other end and you ran to my mother to complain. He immediately said firmly: "I didn't lie. The words I wrote before were secretly learned when I was passing by the school occasionally. Today, these words were taught by Mr. Protestant. You are not allowed to say them to my mother."

"oh."

Lin Dai nodded and saw Chen Xi's innocent expression on his face, so he chose to believe it.

After that, when Yi's family had dinner, Lin Dai did not mention that Chen Xi had read before.

The next day, Shen Mingjun still sent Chen Xi to study early in the morning. Chen Xi said on the way: "Dad, if you are busy, go ahead and do things first. I recognize the way, just go by yourself."

Shen Mingjun was in a hurry to go to work, but after listening to Chen Xi's advice, he left.

When Chen Xi saw his father walking away, he thought that even if he went to school, he would be bullied by those classmates who were older than him. Besides, he could do nothing when he went there, so he would just do nothing to do. He should go home to make sure that his calligraphy and paintings are old and not wrong. Otherwise, the place would be too heavy to make the texture of the paintings uneven, which would affect the overall effect.

When he thought of it, Chen Xi turned around and returned to the courtyard. Before entering the door, he looked home through the crack in the door. He didn't see anyone, so he felt relieved and opened the door and went in.

This yard is next to the Wang family mansion. The Wang family passes by from time to time in front of the door, and is not worried about safety issues. Zhou simply hung up a lock. In order to prevent his son from going home from school in the afternoon, he gave Chen Xi the key before going to school yesterday, so Chen Xi could enter and exit freely.

When he arrived in the yard, Chen Xi took out the things and was about to fiddle with them in the sun when someone suddenly slapped his shoulder. Chen Xi was frightened and almost reached into the lime water.

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