Chen Ping'an walked out of the city gate and stood to rest beside the official road where there was an endless stream of pedestrians. Not far away was a tea stall.
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then bought a bowl of tea and sat down to drink tea.
The young man who almost never regretted anything began to regret that he left the capital of Sui Dynasty too quickly.
Just like Cui Chan said, what if Aoping and the others are bullied and he is not around?
Chen Ping'an may not have a broad vision, but he is not ignorant of the good and bad of people's hearts. Because he has not lived an easy life since he was a child. He once really just tried his best to survive at a young age, so Chen Ping'an did everything he could to survive.
On the contrary, Ping An understands the dissatisfaction of life and the ugly side of human heart better than Li Baoping, Li Huai and Lin Shouyi or three.
Especially when he followed Cui Chan on his journey, and through the chatter and nonsense of this cheap student, Chen Ping'an came to understand one thing more and more: it doesn't mean a person is smart if he has a big official title, nor does he become good if he has a lot of knowledge.
Chen Pingan drank tea, looked at the city head, and silently made up his mind.
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Donghua Mountain, Cliff Academy, a lobby with a plaque of "Song Tao" hanging on it, the world likes to call it the Confucius Courtyard or the Master's Residence.
The current titular mountain lord, the Minister of Rites of the Great Sui Dynasty, is drinking tea. He has a rare break and looks relaxed. The seven or eight people present are all academy teachers, most of them are not young. Three deputy mountain lords are present, one of whom is
The old man in Confucian shirt with a Chinese character face endured it, and finally couldn't help complaining: "These children are too noisy!"
It seemed that after the "nonsense" comment was uttered, the old master was still upset and added, "He is so stubborn!"
You must know that this deputy mountain master is not only a great Confucian who is responsible for large-scale lectures in the New Academy, but also a serious "gentleman". The old man's name has long been recorded in a Confucian academy, so he said it
In other words, compared to the so-called celebrities in the literary world, the leader of the Shilin Sect has more weight.
The Minister of Rites is a short, amiable old man with an unassuming appearance. If it weren’t for the official uniform that he couldn’t take off in time, it would be impossible to imagine that he was a high-ranking official of the second rank in the central government. Moreover, Chongwen of the Sui Dynasty, such as the title of Tianguan of Da Li,
It was assigned to the Ministry of Personnel, and in the Sui Dynasty it was assigned to the Ministry of Rites.
The short old man didn't feel that the deputy mountain master's words had spoiled his mood. He said with a smile, "Tell me what kind of naughty person you are."
The deputy mountain master said angrily: "Lin Shoutian is very talented and has a good foundation in classics and meaning, which is quite solid, but with that kind of personality, he often skips classes and goes to the library to read miscellaneous books. He only reads half of them.
There are no Confucian classics, but there are many heretical Taoist secret books. In such a short period of time, I borrowed twenty or thirty books for him. How is this unworthy? It’s not that a Confucian disciple cannot read Taoist books. It’s just that he is young, so how can he be qualified?
Talking about drawing parallels, if I go astray, how can I explain to...the original mountain owner?"
The short old man nodded slightly and drank tea significantly slower.
The deputy mountain master became more and more angry as he talked, "There is also that little girl Li Baoping, who is even more lawless. During class, she often wanders thousands of miles away. She has no idea about respecting teachers. She is either reading the torn-up book of landscape travel notes, or
Draw little people on the book, hey, it’s good, it’s still the martial arts posture of the martial arts barbarian!”
The short old man suppressed his laughter, lowered his head and took a sip of tea without commenting.
The deputy mountain master continued: "Li Huai, the youngest... actually does his duty honestly, does not skip classes, does not make trouble, and does the homework assigned by the teacher every time, but his understanding is really... Why does he feel like he is not enlightened?
Elm bumps? I dozed there during class. I was in a daze and drooled all over the table. I didn't look like a direct disciple of the original mountain master. Alas, I am so sad."
A relatively young deputy mountain master joked: "Master Shangshu, our master Liu's beard has many strands broken off."
The old man with a Chinese-character face retorted seriously: "It's just the deputy mountain master!"
The short old man laughed heartily, put down the tea cup sideways, and asked, "Isn't there any good news? If this continues, I won't dare to come next time."
The old man's mood improved slightly, and he nodded and said: "Yes, it's strange, but Yu Lu and Xie, the two young girls, stand out. They are more like the pure seeds of reading in our Confucian school. They treat people very normally, and they are usually pretty good.
He respects his teachers and respects his principles, especially the young man Yu Lu, who is gentle, kind, courteous and thrifty. He is simply a handsome son among the top nobles in the Sui Dynasty, and he seems to be more worthy of special cultivation."
The short old man was still not in a hurry to make a conclusion. He smiled and looked at a tall old man who had been secretly taking a nap, "Mr. Mao, what do you say?"
The tall old man, who had a long piece of mahogany on his waist, shuddered when his name was called, opened his eyes and said confusedly: "What? Master Shangshu is leaving now? Will you stay for a while?"
The Minister of Rites still smiled and said, "Since Mr. Mao kindly asks me to stay and asks me to stay a little longer, then I will stay a little longer?"
The Confucius Courtyard was suddenly filled with laughter.
The short old man patiently explained briefly and concisely the complaint made by the deputy mountain master. After hearing this, the tall old man surnamed Mao looked astonished and said, "I see, then I really have a few words to say."
The short old man joked: "I'm all ears."
The tall old man sat up straight and asked: "Is Qi Jingchun more knowledgeable, or are you all here more knowledgeable?"
There was silence.
Is not this nonsensical?
The tall old man asked again: "Which one has better taste, Qi Jingchun, or you gentlemen?"
Come on, it's still nonsense.
The deputy mountain master with the Chinese character face thought for a moment and did not refute anything directly. Instead, he lowered his voice slightly and asked: "Mr. Mao, the Lizhu Cave Sky, now the county seat of Dali Longquan County, is such a big place. It is said that the total
There are only five to six thousand people, so there are definitely not many children suitable for elementary education. Could it be that Mr. Qi is there and really has no choice?"
The tall old man is Mao Xiaodong of the academy. It was this man who helped the saint Qi Jingchun to establish the Dali Mountain Cliff Academy bit by bit. No matter in terms of cultivation, seniority, or moral knowledge, he is a well-deserved academy.
The first person, so everyone, including the Minister of Rites, is willing to call him Mao Lao.
After hearing Deputy Mountain Master Liu's inquiry, Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "Of course it is possible, and this is not a 'possibility', it is a true fact!"
All the people in the group were dumbfounded.
Mao Xiaodong looked around, "It's your Sui Dynasty that needs these children. It's best if all of them are geniuses and shine. We will also try to win them to stay in the Sui Temple when they grow up, so that they can grow your reputation and help you by the way."
Slap Da Li in the face. I don’t have these boring thoughts..."
The Minister of Rites hurriedly coughed twice, then picked up the tea cup and drank tea with his head down.
The tall old man didn't care about this, and still spoke freely, "If it were me, those little guys taught by Qi Jingchun personally should eat and drink. If they are willing to learn, they can learn, and if they are willing to be lazy, they can be lazy. They will have
I'm too lazy to care about the lack of success. As the deputy mountain master in charge of the actual affairs of the academy, I have so many students under my command, and there will only be more every year in the future. How can I have the time and energy to listen to you complain about these children climbing trees?
Skip class and draw little people?"
Everyone in the hall looked at each other in shock.
The short old man sitting at the main seat continued to drink tea calmly, but in fact there was no more tea in the teacup.
The tall old man stood up with a smile and said, "I'm going to check on the book engraving matter at Chongwenfang. This matter is huge and I have to keep a close eye on it. I won't drink tea with Lord Shangshu."
The short old man stood up and said kindly: "Then I won't delay the time of preaching and teaching to you gentlemen."
Mao Xiaodong complained: "Master Shangshu, it's not too late to leave after drinking tea..."
The tall old man stood on tiptoe slightly and glanced at the tea cup, "Oh, you've finished drinking. Seriously, my lord, have another drink and another drink to give our academy some face, okay? If word spread, you think we don't want to see you, lord."
Well, that's so bad. If the Ministry of Household Affairs deliberately deducts the silver required for engraving books in Chongwenfang of the Academy to settle the injustice with Lord Tianguan, who should I complain to?"
Master Shangshu, who was almost a head shorter than Mao Xiaodong, cupped his hands with a grimace and said: "Mr. Mao, just spare me, can you just treat you as the mountain master and me as the deputy mountain master?"
"No!" Mao Xiaodong laughed and turned away.
When the tall old man left, the short old man looked helpless and said angrily: "Originally we were just hiding for peace, well, in the end we have to be punished. We are still our own family and we don't dare to come here again in the future."
There was a burst of laughter in the concubine's courtyard, and even the deputy mountain master with the Chinese character face couldn't help but laugh.
The atmosphere is harmonious.
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Donghua Mountain in the capital of the Sui Dynasty is actually not majestic at all compared to the Five Mountains. It is just that it is taller than the short one, which makes it look particularly tall and graceful.
There is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree on the top of the mountain. After a little girl in a red cotton coat finished her daze, she hugged the trunk of the tree and slid down.
As a result, she saw an old scholar who was waiting for something to happen. He was really tall, and he was smiling with squinting eyes. The old man didn't look like a good person.
The tall old man asked: "At this point, are you skipping class again?"
The little girl was honest, "Yes. I know there are rules in the academy, and I will accept the punishment."
The old man smiled and asked: "Why, when Qi Jingchun taught you before, he had to make mistakes if he skipped class?"
The little girl shook her head and said, "You don't need to be punished for skipping classes. Your husband never cares about this. But if we remember something wrong that he taught us in the school class, we will be reminded the first time and we will be punished the second time."
The old man yelled and asked curiously: "What are you looking at up there?"
The little girl was stunned for a moment, and for the sake of the old man's age, she replied: "What a scenery."
The old man became more and more interested, "Why don't I know what scenery is so beautiful?"
The little girl blinked and said, "Old sir, you can climb up and take a look yourself."
"It is disgraceful for a scholar to climb a tree."
To be continued...