Diezhang looked outside the shop and was a little surprised. There were not many scholars on this side of the Jianqi Great Wall. There were no schools here, so there were no teachers. With her background like Diezhang, the children in the back alleys couldn't read or write.
, all rely on some large and small, crooked stone tablets, standing casually in the corners of the streets and alleys. I recognize a few words every day. As time goes by, if I really study hard, I can also read books. As for more
There is no such thing as knowledge.
Although Ning Yao has never met the literary saint, he vaguely guessed the identity of the old gentleman. He didn't feel deeply at the moment. The only feeling was that when he and he traveled around the world, some portraits of the literary saint in the books were not completely banned.
It really doesn't look like that. Those books are very similar. Whether it's a bust or a standing portrait, they all depict the literary saint as majestic and majestic. Now it seems that he is actually just a thin old man.
Diezhang was a little confused, and Ning Yao said, "Let's talk about our own affairs and ignore them."
Outside, there is an unexpected reunion after a long separation.
Chen Ping'an didn't say anything except a smile.
The old scholar turned to look at the two little girls in the shop and asked softly: "Which one?"
Chen Pingan whispered: "The better-looking one."
The old scholar was so pleased that he clenched his fist in front of his chest and extended his thumb.
Chen Ping'an asked the old man to wait, went inside to greet Diezhang, and moved the chairs and stools out. Hearing Diezhang say that there were no food or drinks in the shop, he asked Ning Yao if he could help buy some. Ning Yao nodded and quickly
I went to a nearby wine shop and directly brought a food box. In addition to a few dishes to go with the wine, there were cups and bowls. Chen Pingan and the old man were already sitting on the small bench, using the chair as a wine table, which seemed a bit funny. Chen Pingan stood up and thought
She wanted to take the food box and open it herself, only to get a glare from Ning Yao. She laid out the dishes, put down the wine bowl, put the food box aside, and then said to the old scholar, please take your time, Mr. Wen Sheng.
Drinking. The old scholar had already stood up and stood with Chen Pingan. Now he was smiling more and more from ear to ear. The so-called happiness was nothing more than that.
Ning Yao called Diezhang to leave the shop and went for a walk together.
The old scholar snorted, took a sip of his wine, shuddered, and took a deep breath, "I've been working so hard, and I finally feel like a god again."
Chen Pingan drank slowly and looked at the old gentleman with a smile, who seemed to have not changed much.
The old scholar picked up a pair of chopsticks to go with the food and wine. Seeing that Chen Pingan was silent, he raised the chopsticks in his hand and said vaguely: "It's not enough to just use the chopsticks to learn how to drink. Drinking without eating the food and wine will make you feel bored. I used to
We were poor at that time and could only rely on books from sages to accompany our wine and food. Cui Chan, that little bastard, was stubborn at the beginning and mistakenly thought that drinking and reading at the same time was really an elegant thing. Later, he followed the same example.
I know that if I had money in my pocket, I would have already put dishes on the wine table, damn these sage books."
Only the person who scolds him the most can say the most reasonable things.
Chen Ping'an picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, chewed it carefully, and took a sip of wine, very skillfully.
It’s not that I have nothing to say, it’s that I don’t know how to speak, what I can and cannot say.
The old scholar used his chopsticks like flying and kept drinking, but Ning Yao had to buy enough.
The old gentleman's wine bowl was empty, so Chen Pingan bent down and reached out to help pour the wine.
After finishing the food and drinking the wine, Chen Pingan put the wine bowl and dishes back into the food box, and the old scholar wiped the wine-stained soup on the chair with his sleeves.
As a result, in an instant, it landed at the door of the store.
The old scholar asked: "Why are you here?"
The left and right replied: "The student wants to see more of you sir."
The old scholar pointed to the empty chair and said with an angry smile: "You have the best swordsmanship, so why don't you sit here?"
Glancing at Chen Pingan from left to right, Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up his small bench, walked around the chair, and walked to the old scholar.
The old scholar could only sit on the chair, and then Chen Pingan took his seat.
The old scholar asked: "Have you two acknowledged your fellow apprentices?"
Zuo Zuo said: "I don't think so."
Chen Ping'an said: "Similarly."
The old scholar sitting on the chair was of course partial to his own disciples, so he slapped the short man on the left and right sides of his head, "Why did you become a senior brother? You just became a disciple earlier. You can't do anything blind."
How many years have you been a bachelor? Let’s not talk about anything else. Regarding this important matter, our literary saint lineage is now relying on your junior brother to support the situation! Carrying a sword and running around can help you warm up.
Even though I’m in bed, I can still serve you tea and water.”
Chen Ping'an said: "Senior Zuo was on the top of the city and planned to teach the junior how to swordsmanship. Senior Zuo was worried that the junior's level was too low, so he was in a dilemma."
Without any suspense, I was slapped again, with a grim look on my face, thinking that when my husband left the Sword Qi Great Wall, I would not be in trouble at all.
Chen Pingan added: "But senior Zuo still supported the junior when he first met Mr. Yao."
The old scholar said oh, turned his head, and wrote lightly: "That slap just now, sir, was the wrong one. You, right and left, don't even explain. This is how you are since you were a child. You should change it later. I hit you wrong."
Don't you hold grudges, sir? If you feel wronged, remember to speak it out. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and you won't hesitate to correct them. There is no greater kindness. Back then, I just relied on these words to pull out a bunch of profound truths. I listened to the Buddha.
The Taoists were stunned for a while, right?"
Of course, sir, they were all right. So I kept silent, but decided to teach the boy two fencing sessions. One session would definitely not be enough.
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "The deputy mountain master of Shanya Academy has been thinking about Mr.... very much."
This is the first time that Chen Pingan calls Mr. Wen Sheng Mr. Simple.
The old scholar burped abruptly, pricked up his ears, and pretended to be confused: "Who, what? Say it again."
He rolled his eyes left and right.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mao misses you very much."
The old scholar turned around, leaned on the handle of the chair, looked at Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Xiaodong, I am most willing to use the stupidest method to teach and educate people. I am very patient and the most like me. Just like the left and right,
When you are stubborn, you will be stubborn and unable to turn around. I just tied up Mao Xiaodong, stuffed it into a sack, and threw it into Liji Academy. I even gave up my old face and helped him in private.
We have a good relationship, but I don’t want to go. As a husband, there is nothing I can do.”
Zuo Zuo suddenly asked: "Why did you not want to admit that you are sir back then, but now that you have reached a higher level, you recognize him as sir?"
Chen Ping'an replied: "I didn't even read a book back then, so why should I recognize you just because he is a literary sage? Is that the most holy teacher, the sage of rites and the sub-sage who appeared in front of me? If they are willing to accept me, I
Are you going to admit it? If you are willing to accept a disciple, you have to pick and choose him before you become a disciple! I have read the books of the Three Religions and Hundreds of Schools, just like that shopping around, and finally decided that you are really the most knowledgeable, so I will accept you, even if you regret it.
I will work tirelessly to learn from my master, so that I can be considered sincere."
I was stunned for a long time.
I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone so shameless. Chen Ping'an, your kid's family runs a logic shop, right?
Three games!
The old scholar kicked him left and right, "What are you doing here? Bring me some wine."
He said helplessly: "Sir, I don't like drinking, not to mention that Chen Ping'an has a lot of it."
"Sir, you are a bachelor. You don't have to worry about owing money or anything like that."
The old scholar persuaded people with his words in a serious and sincere tone, and said in a persuasive way: "Your junior brother is different. He has his own family and is about to marry a wife. How much will it cost? You were the one who helped my husband manage the money back then. You know how to do it?"
Don’t you understand the hard work of raising a family? Show some brotherly demeanor and don’t let others underestimate our lineage. If you don’t honor your husband with wine, it’s alright. Go, go to the top of the city and howl your voice, just talk about yourself.
He is Chen Ping'an's senior brother, so that your junior brother will not be bullied if your husband is not here."
Left and right pretend to be deaf and dumb.
In my entire academic career, this was the biggest protest against my husband.
Chen Ping'an took out two bottles of wine from the nearby objects and handed them both to the old scholar.
They were all glutinous rice wine from Longquan's hometown, and all the wine from the Xianjia family was given to the sword-holding man guarding the gate of Daixuan Mountain.
The old scholar handed a pot to the left and right.
Neither the left nor right refused.
Chen Pingan took out a pot himself.
The old scholar smiled and asked: "How does it taste, left and right?"
The only thing left to say was, "It's okay."
The old scholar shook his head and said: "This is what people who don't know how to drink would say."
The old scholar turned to look at Chen Pingan.
As expected, the old scholar was not disappointed.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Free drinks taste the best."
To be continued...